[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
So this what the big stage look like, I'm happy to be here finally
Bars got me here, they say, "You have to have more than that if you beating Charlie."
I say, "Fuck that, cause if he slack it'll be a homi."
And every nigga that Stand By Me traveled to see a body
Let's get it poppin'
I hope you took me serious or I'ma end Clips
Fuck freestyling, he gon' have to rap for real (Pharrell) to win clips (Clipse)
Big shit, what I'm palming is a .50
Point blank, off his (office) head...Monica Lewinsky
Think I won't fill him up? With these hollows then you trippin'
You'll be a fool (full), Clip', thinking that I won't pop it 'till it's empty
They ask me, "Nitty, why you always rap about guns?"
Cause I let 'em blow like that
And I really had .45's in the coat like that
You ain't creeping with the four's, you don't tote like that
Miss Celie on the porch: you don't cutthroat like that
Bet I can hit your main bitch, doggy-style for a hundred dollars
Fuck her proper
Make her lift the cakes up from behind like "Let's become the chopper" BRRRRRRR!
But I'm so motherfuckin' mean with it
I can bring that shit back and do a whole 'nother scheme with it
Coppertop rotate out the barrel when I'm squeezing it
I lift up and a round spin in your chest, like Steams did it!
When you beat Rex, it got to your head my nigga
You got overconfident, then lazy, start showing up extra unprepared
I don't know if you just ain't give a fuck no more or if the feeling wasn't there
But you fucked up in like 30 straight battles, the fans done had it up to here
You like them niggas that made "Rump Shaker"
Pause...you took Rex and affected (Wreckx-N-Effect) your career
But if niggas wanna shoot, it's whatever, then
Let's begin, I hold the thing high... Light Clips, ESPN
And get close, FN under your extra chin BOW
He get the Hollow point, upward like he throwing L.O.M
And I say fuck the haters, I got to ignore 'em
Talking 'bout the stage big...
I'll pull something big on the stage and have the wildest (Wallace) performance
Lil' snub in a jim star ride with 'em on me
That's the blade in the nose I go Rodman on 'em
But niggas in my city they say heat you up
You know leave you slumped
That's why I brought down the 30 fo', let it ring on Charles
That's exactly what Phoenix want
You know the game hater, I keep one tucked
Fuck a straight razor, think Jada
He'll get a bald head before he sees a (Caesar) cut
What up? Or I swoop through, .2-2's bustin' 'em
Trying to stop Clips with a round in the middle like Youtube buffering
Bow!
You went from Lux, to Hollow, to me: nice fuck-up
How you expect your career to take flight, when you don't write (Wright) brother?
Shout out to my niggas actually writing, cause this 'bout who raps the nicest
Fuck your views, them numbers can turn into casket prices
Shotgun out, your family dying
Soon as this 12 racks back like Danny tried it
My last two ran through, you saw that shit
But this easier
Bootleg at the theater: I'll walk through Clips
Real shit, you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide, or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yourself)
So this what the big stage look like, I'm happy to be here finally
Bars got me here, they say, "You have to have more than that if you beating Charlie."
I say, "Fuck that, cause if he slack it'll be a homi."
And every nigga that Stand By Me traveled to see a body
Let's get it poppin'
I hope you took me serious or I'ma end Clips
Fuck freestyling, he gon' have to rap for real (Pharrell) to win clips (Clipse)
Big shit, what I'm palming is a .50
Point blank, off his (office) head...Monica Lewinsky
Think I won't fill him up? With these hollows then you trippin'
You'll be a fool (full), Clip', thinking that I won't pop it 'till it's empty
They ask me, "Nitty, why you always rap about guns?"
Cause I let 'em blow like that
And I really had .45's in the coat like that
You ain't creeping with the four's, you don't tote like that
Miss Celie on the porch: you don't cutthroat like that
Bet I can hit your main bitch, doggy-style for a hundred dollars
Fuck her proper
Make her lift the cakes up from behind like "Let's become the chopper" BRRRRRRR!
But I'm so motherfuckin' mean with it
I can bring that shit back and do a whole 'nother scheme with it
Coppertop rotate out the barrel when I'm squeezing it
I lift up and a round spin in your chest, like Steams did it!
When you beat Rex, it got to your head my nigga
You got overconfident, then lazy, start showing up extra unprepared
I don't know if you just ain't give a fuck no more or if the feeling wasn't there
But you fucked up in like 30 straight battles, the fans done had it up to here
You like them niggas that made "Rump Shaker"
Pause...you took Rex and affected (Wreckx-N-Effect) your career
But if niggas wanna shoot, it's whatever, then
Let's begin, I hold the thing high... Light Clips, ESPN
And get close, FN under your extra chin BOW
He get the Hollow point, upward like he throwing L.O.M
And I say fuck the haters, I got to ignore 'em
Talking 'bout the stage big...
I'll pull something big on the stage and have the wildest (Wallace) performance
Lil' snub in a jim star ride with 'em on me
That's the blade in the nose I go Rodman on 'em
But niggas in my city they say heat you up
You know leave you slumped
That's why I brought down the 30 fo', let it ring on Charles
That's exactly what Phoenix want
You know the game hater, I keep one tucked
Fuck a straight razor, think Jada
He'll get a bald head before he sees a (Caesar) cut
What up? Or I swoop through, .2-2's bustin' 'em
Trying to stop Clips with a round in the middle like Youtube buffering
Bow!
You went from Lux, to Hollow, to me: nice fuck-up
How you expect your career to take flight, when you don't write (Wright) brother?
Shout out to my niggas actually writing, cause this 'bout who raps the nicest
Fuck your views, them numbers can turn into casket prices
Shotgun out, your family dying
Soon as this 12 racks back like Danny tried it
My last two ran through, you saw that shit
But this easier
Bootleg at the theater: I'll walk through Clips
Real shit, you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide, or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yourself)
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