[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
We got Rum Nitty vs...T-Top Bizzy The Bear
It's gon' get crazy today
This was been 'pose to happen, 'bout time we made it on stage
Them lil' shots I was throwin' at you? They was mainly for play
But you think I'ma come out to GA and play more?
No, Vice Versa, it's 'No Mo' Play In GA'
Aye, I told Troy, for some real money it's shells
Stuffin' in the 12 with earplugs in, I'm Bear huntin'
That's how I'm rockin', I get to shootin' up with the arm Smack and I'm not stoppin'
'Til somebody digs a hole for the boy, and puts a box in (Suboxone)
Ya dawg food, I can get on big stages and smoke all you
But sayin' I'm the king of the small room, speaks Volumes
Aye! You 'bout to get all the smoke
And take so many punches the fans yellin' "Get off the ropes"
I ain't sparin' bitches, try me, I get to airin' wit' it
No cap, we really pull up where you livin' so swing on me
I triple dog dare a nigga
If the Bear even lift a paw there'll be pallbearers liftin'
I cop the tool, prove to you that I would pop it too
Now you gotta admit yourself...into the hospital
I'm 4th Quarter to the death, we ain't never fell out
But he gon' try to convince y'all that I switched up on 'em like I'm a sell out
But y'all know the claw game machine? Keep playin' wit' the Quarter until I take a Bear out
The irony, I'm tryin' to see what niggas despise in me
When you and Brizz split Darkside of the park for rival teams
No way you loyal...that ain't the way it's workin'
I should zip you up, but in a 'Duffle Bag Boy' for how you play your (Playaz) Circle
But you sold a hundred bricks, right?
50K in the mattress
Space Jam, Roger Rabbit
Get in tune (toon) with real life, we heard enough
I'll burn you up, I won't tell a soul, we live by the code until they murder us
And die by the code (cold); hypothermia
I serve you some, on my flag, see two bald heads out the Eagle like Serbia
If we throw the hands, I'll fold you bad
I'm the "get up close" type
Short Strike, it'll be over fast, like yo' bitch ass
You sold dope to ya own mama? Well you should've been tellin' her "no"
Take care of ya folks
You went against the main reason real niggas was even was even sellin' it fo'
Aye, you a snake wit' no honor
Like how you went on strike and told Smack "no" cause the money wasn't worth it
Should've did the same for ya mama
You a hoe nigga
Meet ya death, use ya head, tread carefully, easy steps, leave you stretched
The inf' beamin', 'til the red line up Top like a Fila "F"
Blaow!
Longest clip, if I let it fly you hit
Airplane mode, the Sig' nose (signals) droppin' shit
Know I got a colder rhyme, watch ya tone or get the Sig' nose (signal) Bizzy (busy)
I had to use both the lines
Gang member, trained killer
Get ya whole circle boxed, I'm shape shiftin'
Shift the blade and cut shapes in 'em
Leave stars all in Top like a rave ceilin'
The tre pop, aye, we can trade shots
And where ever the can' do (candle) light the Bear
It's gon' be candle lights and bears in the same spot
Blaow
You gon' retaliate? Try give ya man peace?
Take the law into ya own hands? You gon' get a vigil and tee (vigilante)
You walk around this bitch like you ain't scared to die
Like you can't be next nigga, 'til I run down on you and charge wit' a TEC (Tech), you gon' look at death different
Lead spitter, two handguns, send you to the gates, I'm a bread winner
Bitch you can't keep it real yourself
(Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yourself!)
We got Rum Nitty vs...T-Top Bizzy The Bear
It's gon' get crazy today
This was been 'pose to happen, 'bout time we made it on stage
Them lil' shots I was throwin' at you? They was mainly for play
But you think I'ma come out to GA and play more?
No, Vice Versa, it's 'No Mo' Play In GA'
Aye, I told Troy, for some real money it's shells
Stuffin' in the 12 with earplugs in, I'm Bear huntin'
That's how I'm rockin', I get to shootin' up with the arm Smack and I'm not stoppin'
'Til somebody digs a hole for the boy, and puts a box in (Suboxone)
Ya dawg food, I can get on big stages and smoke all you
But sayin' I'm the king of the small room, speaks Volumes
Aye! You 'bout to get all the smoke
And take so many punches the fans yellin' "Get off the ropes"
I ain't sparin' bitches, try me, I get to airin' wit' it
No cap, we really pull up where you livin' so swing on me
I triple dog dare a nigga
If the Bear even lift a paw there'll be pallbearers liftin'
I cop the tool, prove to you that I would pop it too
Now you gotta admit yourself...into the hospital
I'm 4th Quarter to the death, we ain't never fell out
But he gon' try to convince y'all that I switched up on 'em like I'm a sell out
But y'all know the claw game machine? Keep playin' wit' the Quarter until I take a Bear out
The irony, I'm tryin' to see what niggas despise in me
When you and Brizz split Darkside of the park for rival teams
No way you loyal...that ain't the way it's workin'
I should zip you up, but in a 'Duffle Bag Boy' for how you play your (Playaz) Circle
But you sold a hundred bricks, right?
50K in the mattress
Space Jam, Roger Rabbit
Get in tune (toon) with real life, we heard enough
I'll burn you up, I won't tell a soul, we live by the code until they murder us
And die by the code (cold); hypothermia
I serve you some, on my flag, see two bald heads out the Eagle like Serbia
If we throw the hands, I'll fold you bad
I'm the "get up close" type
Short Strike, it'll be over fast, like yo' bitch ass
You sold dope to ya own mama? Well you should've been tellin' her "no"
Take care of ya folks
You went against the main reason real niggas was even was even sellin' it fo'
Aye, you a snake wit' no honor
Like how you went on strike and told Smack "no" cause the money wasn't worth it
Should've did the same for ya mama
You a hoe nigga
Meet ya death, use ya head, tread carefully, easy steps, leave you stretched
The inf' beamin', 'til the red line up Top like a Fila "F"
Blaow!
Longest clip, if I let it fly you hit
Airplane mode, the Sig' nose (signals) droppin' shit
Know I got a colder rhyme, watch ya tone or get the Sig' nose (signal) Bizzy (busy)
I had to use both the lines
Gang member, trained killer
Get ya whole circle boxed, I'm shape shiftin'
Shift the blade and cut shapes in 'em
Leave stars all in Top like a rave ceilin'
The tre pop, aye, we can trade shots
And where ever the can' do (candle) light the Bear
It's gon' be candle lights and bears in the same spot
Blaow
You gon' retaliate? Try give ya man peace?
Take the law into ya own hands? You gon' get a vigil and tee (vigilante)
You walk around this bitch like you ain't scared to die
Like you can't be next nigga, 'til I run down on you and charge wit' a TEC (Tech), you gon' look at death different
Lead spitter, two handguns, send you to the gates, I'm a bread winner
Bitch you can't keep it real yourself
(Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yourself!)
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