Rum Nitty Vs. Nu Jerzey Twork Lyrics - Urltv

[Round 1: Rum Nitty] 

{Nitty mimics Twork's signature bounce and hand gestures} 

I know what you bout to do, really 

{Screaming} "I got the tool with me! 

Leave? You won't get a chance... this shit a drop an opp or two, Nitty (opportunity)! BOW!" 

We got Rum Nitty versus... I'll clap yo big ass 

Put a round in you, lay you down crippled 

The shit I pull out nickel 

Loud pistol, the cal clip you 

Praying Buddhist; you doing all this BOW-ing, now you amongst (a monk's) someone that a BOW with you 

BOW, I back out a big grip 

BOW, BOW, get you clapped up relentless 

It hold 12, and this the final mil (meal)... who think Jerusalem can last up (last supper) against it? 

BOW, a shot flare 

They ducking from it, all the opps scared 

They set you up, threw you inside the hot chair 

This my spot, you won't survive here 

Remain king, and I'ma reign (rain) until I'm god-tier (God tear) 

Yo rounds full of Glocks and shells, chops and 12s 

I see you know a lot about guns, it ain't hard to tell 

You talk it well... but the shit I pull out'll body experienced (out-of-body experience) niggas; you better watch yourself! 

And I could switch the mood: you can't label a nigga without a body experienced... look at it from a different view 

War time, I slide through the scene, leave shit wet up 

Winchester, mask on, hopping out the V For Vendetta 

Lil nigga, stay grabbin' on the pole 

This Napoleon Complex keeps me with a hand inside the coat 

I'll clap you from the go 

Smack know I suffer from anxiety... this my third Volume (Valium) in a row 

Cold, swing on me and I'ma peel (pill) one 

Scorching round, leave you boiled down if you try to steal (distill) Rum 

Top dog, a nigga you should not cross 

Lockjaw, pistol whip you when the Glock draw 

Over the head the handle do him dirty... then throw a round inside of Jerzey like Hot Sauce 

You can see these comin' 

You booked a fight with the boxer from Harlem Nights; a repeat puncher 

The hot type, keep your eyes down unless you tryna fight 

On God, don't look back, you'll get assaulted... like Lot's wife 

I did him worse 

Before I kill him first, suicide; put the stick to yourself like an introvert 

Nigga purge, the clip hold 30, and I'll put the whole number into Jerz' (integers) 

BOW, .9'll peel 

I run down on you like, "You Slime for real?" 

Then I get Five X'd with the .9, why (5x, 9y)? You ain't getting by no mil' (binomial) 

A lotta steel 

I'll pull a MAC with the green light on Twork; Dollar Bill 

Beretta to his dome 

Set tripping like "How you turn Blood?" 

BOW, you ain't never going home! 

You ain't for real right? Well keep it real with me 

Niggas be 3 minutes over the time limit cause they fear Nitty, bitch 

You can't keep it real yourself, suicide or- 

{Twork cuts off Nitty's slogan} 

[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork] 

I said yo! 

These rappers wild pussy 

Niggas always doing my style cause they style iffy 

This nigga did the bounce and the "bow"... til he get hit with the loud .50 

And that's a Lil' BOW... Wow! You gon' 'Bounce With Me' 

Cal' spitting, even Rich can go 

You know... "bounce with me, bounce-" you gon' grab your partner and hit the flo'! 

Pistol blow, y'all seen Jerooz bout with Verb? 

I'm 'bout to take this one to the grave, you got my word 

Drive-by, chopper out the GMC, I shoot out the bird 

K clip, press down on a half-moon; do not disturb! 

This shit absurd, hot revolver, ready to load it and pop it 

Just got it, can't wait to spin (spend) it, this shit burning a hole in my pocket 

I'll load it and cock it, then the lead pop 

Or we can do this shit MAC to MAC, like an airdrop 

Nah, old sniper rifle *chk chk* fresh out the repair shop 

Fuck Rum, this shit vodka, I got a clear shot! 

BOW, y'all done put me in a weird spot 

Thought I was gonna show up here with no rounds? Cool 

I'm telling you, Rum... vodka... this ain't about to go down smooth 

I blow damn tools, lift a tool 

Nigga nervous, got him sweating bullets, and he gon' get it too 

I squeeze two, you drop your pen, I breeze through 

[Singing "Location"] "If you send me your-" you don't know where that could lead (Khalid) to 

I bang nigga, Piru Blood gang member 

Thing lift up 

{Scuffle breaks out} 

Let's raise the stakes 

Razor blade, *fft*, how sweet the sound; 'Amazing Grace' 

I'm in your hometown rollin' 'round 

Hop out holdin' pounds, pistol whip 

I ain't stopping 'til it's a Nitty (Nitti) beat; 'It's Going Down' 

I hold the crown, so even if you not a fan, niggas been getting washed in Jersey, like Juwanna Mann 

TEC pop, pull to the side; rest stop 

Chest shot, BOW... big ass round; Epcot 

I'm rambunctious, the can dumpin' 

Shotgun lift you off your feet, that slam dunk shit 

{Shotgun Suge jumps in and dunks on Nitty} 

You's a damn flunkie, nigga your time is soon to come 

You seen what happened to Exclusiv Vodka? What you think they gon' do with Rum? 

Ruger dump... every round you callin' out K Shine man, I'm only doing this for the hood 

I'm walking on son, Shine ('Walking on Sunshine'), don't it feel good? 

I'm Strapped In! I'll clap you in a coma 

Madness! I could snap at any moment 

I did the salsa; I'm bilingual 

Too seasoned, sofrito 

Little blade, poquito (poke-ito) 

Mint condition, cut you to the white, Rum; mojito 

Jersey! 

[Round 2: Rum Nitty] 

End up with a bust head 

Little Hawk, something small slammin'; Spud Webb! 

{Nitty dunks on Twork} 

I'm straight to it, no time to converse 

I'll put you in it for tryna find dirt 

Desert in the old western like Wyatt Earp 

.9 burst... y'all said he was gon beat me to death? 

Y'all right... *chk chk*... he died first! 

It's a difference how I'm workin' 

You all done, and soon as I warm up they zippin' over Jersey 

Infinite, can't see the penmanship 

A cold piece, I'ma OD, wash you, that's Whitney shit 

Shells jumpin' out on the floor when I'm peeling it 

Can' in the hoodie, then the cases drop... like Zimmerman 

BOW, I get you drug out bad 

I don't give a fuck if you six foot, seven foot... the guns come out fast! 

And this K loaded got range on it 

Stay smokin', it's an instrument of death (deaf); like Beethoven 

Bang on him, the first round bust like Greg Oden 

I hit Ryda with a Kel-TEC 

Jakk get a shell next 

Then I make you an offer, Drugz (off of drugs); once you see this 12, step! 

No way to dodge it 

Drive-by, letting the chop off out the window; Lorena Bobbitt 

Stainless clock him, this shit a break your face, I promise 

Gun butt, it crack inside the hood; Reaganomics 

Pop him, gun up to his frame 

BLAOW, the baby Drake from the side view; Nothing Was the Same 

I'll run you out your lane 

We all poppin', but when y'all stallin', I'm the one that remains at the table; autopsy 

You can't compare the bars, stop it 

Them ain't enough... you gon' have to rig 'em or this (rigor mortis) gon' be a hard body 

I'm out east wit' it, tryna do you dirty, cuz 

In a hooptie swerving up 

He 'Faneto'; I'm riding through New York... finna go and shoot Nu Jerzey up 

Tell him come try it, more than one dyin' 

Slide, I'm shady with the Tom (time); Sundial 

Gun fire, put a bullet in you, then BLAOW, BLAOW... it a be more in Jerzey (B-more and Jersey); Gun Titles 

Your man jumpin' ship, back stabbed his clique 

You know the code, ain't no coming back if you switch 

I'll razor blade his neck, got him gasping and shit 

Then another slash on him quick 

Then Roc a give him that seat belt treatment, he'll never be strapped in again! 

You get no love, I load up with a steel .50 when I roam up 

Hold it like an old grudge 

Cause we don't let shit pass over (Passover), I'll bring it to your door, Blood 

If you lack respect, then I'm at your neck 

Fuck a gun line king, I'm the GOAT with these deuces; Baphomet 

You can't keep it real yourself 

Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide... kill yourself 

[Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork] 

I said yo 

You just awful 

I mean, we both talk about clips often 

But you just so fucking one-dimensional, every line, your grips sparkin' 

I tell this nigga, "I'll bury you 6 feet deep, or put your body where the fish swarming" 

How this bitch want it? 

Land or lakes (Land O'Lakes)? 

And if you can't talk about nothing but a stick (butter stick), I'm 'bout to win this by a big margin (margarine) 

SIG Sauer, I come to the Insanes and move your landmarks 

Dual revolvers in the streets, we gon' do a standoff 

I'm really Piru, was 'Never Too Much'; Luther Vandross 

He ain't no motherfucking Crip- 

{Rum throws a C in Twork's face} 

BOW, I blew his hand off! 

Can' spark, this shit about to pop 

I don't wanna hear none of that NWX Goonies shit... you been crew-jumping since you got in here, you can't tell me shit about my stock 

You went to Team Homi, left the Writers, said fuck em and started dishing out the shots? 

Nigga only reason you got experience is cause you been around the Bloque (block) 

Drive-by, I got experience, I'll bend around a block 

Sit, plot, watch, I'm looking in position 

Squeeze, sitting on my lap, I stuffed the bullets in the Smith&' 

This nerd (N.E.R.D.) dropping, I tell my driver, "Wait a minute", and then I pull up with a 'Lemon' 

Dippin', pass the crib, pole stickin' out 

You wanted Twork? Well now there's some holes (hoes) in his house 

I found the road to your house, and all it took was one to tell 

I know about your sister [...], I know about your son [...] 

Rest in peace to mama [...] 

{Fight breaks out, Smack pulls an impromptu intermission for seven minutes} 

[Round 2 cont.] 

I know every street, every route, and I was hunting for days 

GPS kept freezing up, but I'm still stuck in my ways (Waze) 

They found this boy split open, thin blade on the salmon joint 

I left blood on the edge of the knife; but that's beside the point 

These niggas harmless in a fight 

All these fucking vets on cam' fronting for y'all fans, but behind closed doors they always be polite 

Tryna offer me advice 

In private, friend; public, enemy (Public Enemy); 'Don't Believe the Hype' 

I gave y'all moments! I had to come out the hood first 

I had enough of that, chop in (choppin') the trunk like a lumberjack, this shit came out the wood works 

I leave no takers, chrome, stainless 

Revolver rotatin' 

Suicide or I'll do the job? Headshot, that was a no-brainer 

Your soul appointed 

I commit a murder and don't remorse it 

Take time... y'all want me to be stable? Hold your horses 

Heaven's waiting, Hell's watching 

Shell popped him 

Funeral, casket, frail body 

Choirs with the hymns (hems) wide; bell-bottoms 

He in solitude from the Llama too 

Bigger .9 the tool 

Add em (atom) bonded together, that's a molecule 

I got the option to blast the Smith&' 

Trigger finger itching, don't make any rash decisions 

The mag extended, this gon' be a tragic endin' 

I stretch the clip 

Put you down by 30, ain't no coming back from this... death is it (deficit) 

You wanna play tough? Til I hold the gun straight up 

And he run, strait up 

Moving slow as molasses, already see what Rum made of 

He know we annihilate 

I'm from the Town, you ain't peep the crime rate? 

Kill your fam, he gon see it my way 

Mother and (in) your daughter body, Freaky Friday 

You tryn' play? 

Jersey 

[Round 3: Rum Nitty] 

You ain't no gangsta, niggas know it 

Yous a thief, the "type work" you put in for your name, we don't condone it 

You wrestled that bitch for a purse - grabbed, snapped the shoulder strap, then came up with your slogan, I know this 

You out here thirsty widdit 

You ain't lurking, purging, you taking purses, so I'ma reverse the feelin' 

I got the urge to get him 

Smack flew me in from Phoenix to book a Jersey nigga 

You know I'm finna shoot 

Bullets going in his roof 

Brandy, Monica, if these hit the boy, his mind ('Boy Is Mine') get torn between the two 

Nigga move, watch your mouth or get a gun in yours 

Fuck you think I tuck em for? 

Cross the line, I'll pull a grip on both sides; tug of war 

My niggas wild dangerous, .50 cal' banging 

I'm talking bout shooters like Craig Sager, I keep a loud Blazer 

Play me, I'll clap you bitches 

I'll put you in the trunk and whoever else amp you in it 

Your manager get this MAC I'm gripping 

BOW, a bullet go through Rome and (Roman) ruins half the building 

You see how I'm spazzin'? 

Damn near every line hit, I cannot die; I'm a Highlander 

Two poles busting, emergency room they rush you 

Soon as the doc holla (Doc Holliday), "They dead", you know a Tombstone comin' 

Who want it? I'm a can' gripper 

Point it (pointed) at the top of the hood, then I cut out (eye cutout) like a Klan member 

Clap niggas, OD'ing with two guns; Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...) 

I knock your teeth out if I ever swing 

Tiger Woods; one hook a (hooker) make you lose everything 

Let it ring, large gauge 

From out a buckshot a pellet can fly (pelican fly); Scarface 

You better bat back or your necked get stabbed at 

Your rib, I'll slash that 

I'll switch places with the blade, I'm a class act 

Get clapped at, through the cross hair I'm lining up the pole 

Then I zero in on one (zero end on one), that's binary code 

I take yo' shit and use it against you 

Fuck Leonidas, if I squeeze the tightest, lead roaming (Roman) through Jerusalem temple 

BOW...kill yourself 

[Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork] 

I said yo 

When I was eleven years old a Hoover Crip killed my uncle Flip... every night I wished him back from out the dead 

I always said I'd get them niggas back... my name Twork, that mean I put in work behind every action that I said 

And growing up, gang violence was always a red flag to me; couldn't quite wrap my head around it, and then I took this red flag and wrapped it 'round my head 

This shit madness 

This time around I'm on some whole other rap shit 

If I gotta pull the chrome then I clap it 

Tragic, I'm in Arizona with the ratchets 

You don't get clapped in a coma or a casket 

Just crematures in a flower vase in Phoenix 

Cause if I gotta fire birds, all you a get is a rose from the ashes (arose from the ashes) 

I'm past tense, put you in the past tense, I'm shaking your pride 

You can't possibly be knowin' none of this gangster shit you state in your rhymes 

You see how easy it was for me to find the place you reside? 

You niggas really wanna be G's (Bee Gees)? Try Staying Alive 

I wait in my prime, I don't know how many enemies I got, it's too many 

I wait til they present themselves, and yeah, I slide on an opp' or two, Nitty (opportunity) 

[Crowd member] Steams! 

[Twork] 

Steams said that too 

I should have been tossing his shit 

Already left shells in one Cake, don't get lost in the mix! 

Watch your motherfucking words, nigga make the right moves 

I rap with it on me; flow (Flo) with the thing, I got a name-your-price tool 

Nigga name your price 

I'll put the .40 on your manager, if you laugh now it'll save his life 

No? 

Well I get this nigga in blue 42, you better take a hike 

You not widdit Rum 

I put every nigga in the Fourth down, he went for it like he not finna punt 

I line men (linemen) up, you try to rush? My whole block finna come 

Then the Quarter back (quarterback) gettin' a shotgun; he don't even get the option to run 

I'll take his life for real 

Dome shot the Insane Crip, light the steel 

Hit a nigga from 'Insane In The Membrane'; Cypress Hill 

You get the picture? Nitty trippin' 

Suwooping, I'm with the business 

In all red like 2Pac with the paparazzi; I'm a spitting image 

It's no reasonin' in that 

He know Piru "Crip" in reverse, but the C is on his back 

We dome-sparkers 

Drive-by, out the '06 Dodge, the chrome sparkin' 

You try to Jet, I'll let the Tom' lend son (Tomlinson) somethin' out the old Charger 

I'm outside his home stalkin', caught him and his chick vibin' 

Big .9 spit, tried to hit Nitty, fuck around and got his bitch bodied 

TEC-9 with the [?] and it's led astray, but your misguided (miss got it) 

SIG firing, we dumpin' tools 

My uncle was a Civil War vet, serial still on [?] musket too 

Had the old number too, that's what my uncle drew (Uncle Drew) 

Hand on the weapon 

You was talking all that racist shit to Iron Solomon? I'm bout to school Nitty and teach a lesson 

Headshot your mom sister... 

You was talking like you hate Jews, and now they gotta get your auntie some medics (antisemitics) 

I don't give him a chance to get better, I'm on the rooftop letting go rounds from a distance 

Then jet after the smoke like a chemtrail; they won't even have a cloud of suspicion 

I'm from down in the trenches 

And my goons at the house where your bitch is 

Choppers gon make that a loud area 

We even pad the walls; I told em if she even make a sound, bury her (sound barrier) 

Beretta bout to blow 

I'm taking Cornell Powell on an Arizona Grand Canyon trip and he petrified to go 

You gon' miss your family? We don't even gotta sever ties at home 

I throw you all off the cliff den, Powell (Clifton Powell), you'll Never Die Alone 

Jersey 

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