Charlie Clips vs. Chess URLtv (Ft. Charlie Clips & Chess)

[Round 1: Chess]
First and foremost, you fat bitch
This young nigga'll put a cookie on ya face
You'll get slapped quick
Treat him like when you slide in a magazine
It smack Clips
Frostbite, cracked lips
I got rid of my .9 but kept the shells
'Cause them same ones fit in this MAC clip
I'm back, bitch!
I told you to stay where you was at, Clips
But you ain't give a fuck 'cause ya head hard
Till I leave every nigga witchu bloody
Give it up for the Red Squad
This my shit; you just gettin' a visit
You the one they watch but never talk about
Just a bitch in attendance
You was Wild N' Out? Nigga, so was I
I could give him specifics
My man got nervous and droppеd the chop in fronta the opps
I really had to Pick Up & Kill It
This shit rеally different
On the net like you excited to rap
This ain't ya comeback; this ya retirement match
If I spin his block, the iron'll clap
Or we could settle this right in the back
Pull up on a Harlem Night wit' The Toy or just wash you prior (Pryor) to that
I kiss my gun after every kill, I love my arm for real
Let it go then I rush it wit' love (Russia With Love)
We got a Bond for real
I'm a good guy but a whole different nigga when I'm sprayin' chrome
Possess with the toy; they shoulda told Charles, "Leave Rae (Ray) alone."
And he think it's funny
But with this toy, things get ugly
Glen or Glenda? He won't know till he sittin' with the shitface
Tryna identify The Seed Of Chucky
Chucky, is you stupid?
I told you not to show ya ass in public and you knew this (nudist)
I fuck wit' Goodz so I don't really wanna get into it
But don't let us building come wit' some extra shit
'Cause in a minute, he's (amenities) gonna be included
I done took a lotta heads off; I ain't gon' rap about 'em
But since I see the bitch in ya genes (jeans), I'll sit ya apple 'bout 'em (Apple Bottoms)
Bang! Bang! Two ratchets shot him
Bang! Bang! Bang! Ba—!
Empty everything outta Clips then put 'em back inside him
Gun Titles, what's Cakin'? I let the Captain spot him
Pull up wit' Surf in the passenger; the gat beside him
You'll see my Loc, Dawg, then Roc get (rocket) out the backa the truck
Do we have a problem?
That laughin' problem? I clap it out him
Put somethin' in his head
Let's see if Chuck'll chuckle when he dead
I ain't take none-a that shit funny that he said
So if Charlie horse around again, I'm pullin' somethin' from the leg
I'm glad Nick opened them doors for you
'Cause honestly, I'd rather see you get paid to make people laugh than cause trouble
So I ain't knockin' your hustle
But all we know this black bitch for is comedy
And we expected some more (Sommore) from you
Imagine me tellin' you to tell me a joke and it was corny
This tool in my hand'll put a hole in you if you bore me
Watch how you play 'cause I might respond to it immaturely
He try to run down, some shit buss—lint brush
I bet this stick'll get him off me
Hit him awfully
Or take chloroform and go Lauryn on him—kill him softly
My life like project buildin's in New York: plenty stories
I learned to take apart my gun and clean it when I was still a shorty
It was never hard—epilogue!
I just put it all together when I'm finished—enda story!
Remember when Hustle told y'all how that gat is (Gattas) broken down?
Well, I'm finna show this bitch how it works
See, I could slide in the middle-a spring and what I bare'll (barrel) catch a body
I just gotta make sure I take Clips out first
I'm from where if a murder don't happen, a robbery would
Shit! Both possibly could
Since Goodz and John John ya besties, I'ma slide in they hood
I figured, "If he gotta die, fuck it. They probably should."
In plain sight, fuck a grave sight
All he get is a spot in the woods!
First Chuck buried (Berry) and right next to Johnny be Goodz ('Johnny B. Goode')!
That's way different!
Mount Rushmore? We replacin' 'em!
Smack, tell Nick he can stay wit' him!
'Cause the new GOATs runnin' shit and the culture is safe wit' 'em!
Body after body after body—I'm shape-shiftin'!