[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Rum Nitty, motherfucker, your show was cancelled
Get pistol-whipped, I’ll go across your shit with the 40 handle
Catch you mobbin’ through the wrong hood, them locs’ll jam you
And show you how this fire works
That’s what all that roamin’ can do
I'll open hand you, that right got you shook up
Your shit bruised, black and blue, it’s “I Got The Hook Up”
I fall right, your chin get checked, the hook'll
Fuck your career up: that’s that Tiger Woods effect, bet!
Most niggas don’t try me
Shit ain’t sweet, they must herd to get the beats, that’s why, G
MAK-90 came in like a wrecking ball
Get the hammer lickin': that’s Miley
Try me and I squeeze the piece they way
Bullets break and enter his chest plate
There won’t be any games played
They say Black Magic is a seasoned veteran
And you can meet your death 'til this cal pop in Black face
Who is BM F’in with?
Against Charlie, you shoulda buried homie
But you barely edged that shit
What I carry like I recorded a marriage ceremony
I woulda got to wettin’ Clips
I should be on every list
But most niggas got it in for Nitty, that shit’ll never end
Let it rip, I ain’t surprised at all, I actually seen it coming
This some bull, the 'net think Magic is finna son me
If that’s your goal, then state what you feel like
‘Cause it can fuck around and be a shootout in real life
Chrome .38 Special shine real nice
I call my tre the truth, it get any nigga that grill iced
Fuck with my money, I wouldn’t advise that
Get your eye capped over dough, B, and need an eye patch
9 strap explode on money like a dye pack
They’ll mourn and 40s will be pourin’
When I send you up to the sky, black
So watch your mouth or get clocked in it
I’m at your grill with a cross for talkin' and dry snitchin’
I’ll have your guys sippin’ meals through a straw, raw!
They say I stole your style
Why would I have to copy cats that copycat?
Nitty cop free straps and when he cop he clap, you copy that?
Joe Cutter vs. Tiger Ty: I body cats
Especially if they comin' across trickin' like a Nazi patch, fact!
Watch what the fuck you sayin' to me
‘Cause I’ll cap on your whole mob, just keep it frank with Nitty
Really, you can get the chrome now
Pull it and air and zone a nigga just for bringin' up the hometown
BOW! You can’t keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide or I’ll do the job, you decide… kill yourself!
Rum Nitty, motherfucker, your show was cancelled
Get pistol-whipped, I’ll go across your shit with the 40 handle
Catch you mobbin’ through the wrong hood, them locs’ll jam you
And show you how this fire works
That’s what all that roamin’ can do
I'll open hand you, that right got you shook up
Your shit bruised, black and blue, it’s “I Got The Hook Up”
I fall right, your chin get checked, the hook'll
Fuck your career up: that’s that Tiger Woods effect, bet!
Most niggas don’t try me
Shit ain’t sweet, they must herd to get the beats, that’s why, G
MAK-90 came in like a wrecking ball
Get the hammer lickin': that’s Miley
Try me and I squeeze the piece they way
Bullets break and enter his chest plate
There won’t be any games played
They say Black Magic is a seasoned veteran
And you can meet your death 'til this cal pop in Black face
Who is BM F’in with?
Against Charlie, you shoulda buried homie
But you barely edged that shit
What I carry like I recorded a marriage ceremony
I woulda got to wettin’ Clips
I should be on every list
But most niggas got it in for Nitty, that shit’ll never end
Let it rip, I ain’t surprised at all, I actually seen it coming
This some bull, the 'net think Magic is finna son me
If that’s your goal, then state what you feel like
‘Cause it can fuck around and be a shootout in real life
Chrome .38 Special shine real nice
I call my tre the truth, it get any nigga that grill iced
Fuck with my money, I wouldn’t advise that
Get your eye capped over dough, B, and need an eye patch
9 strap explode on money like a dye pack
They’ll mourn and 40s will be pourin’
When I send you up to the sky, black
So watch your mouth or get clocked in it
I’m at your grill with a cross for talkin' and dry snitchin’
I’ll have your guys sippin’ meals through a straw, raw!
They say I stole your style
Why would I have to copy cats that copycat?
Nitty cop free straps and when he cop he clap, you copy that?
Joe Cutter vs. Tiger Ty: I body cats
Especially if they comin' across trickin' like a Nazi patch, fact!
Watch what the fuck you sayin' to me
‘Cause I’ll cap on your whole mob, just keep it frank with Nitty
Really, you can get the chrome now
Pull it and air and zone a nigga just for bringin' up the hometown
BOW! You can’t keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide or I’ll do the job, you decide… kill yourself!
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