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takeova battle league - calicoe vs. rum nitty كلمات أغنية

[round 1: calicoe]
i done seen n_ggas come in this game hot…and they done now
i’ve over here like 12 years in, still unimpressed with what they doin’ now
i feel like i’m at the top of the hill, with a gun c_cked
tequilla straight, this the only time i take a rum shot
what we doin’ now?
we gonna fill him with sig’s
you punchline the punchline, b_tch you really is mid
that’s where the fun stop, they hop out with them semis and spin
get a n_gga son dropped, i’m talkin’ gillie as kid
y’all see what’ll happen if they come and try to take some cheesе from me?
cause that sh_t really got ugly…coyotе
he wouldn’t last, catch him comin’ from coney
n_gga this be my real life, don’t ever think that you know me
in the golden state on dusty roads (rhodes) while he chasing a coty
f_ckin’ jabroni
and that ain’t just something to rhyme with
because when we was watching the rock johnson
i was watching a rock turn into johnson & johnson
told chilla and kenny this gon’ be some content
f_ck eazy & remi, for acting like i tried to rob them
n_ggas smile and shake something really the fake ones
ain’t no love in this game rum
you don’t know that in game one
n_ggas changed up like [?]
get his brain touched
headshot’ll have you hood famous, but all he wanna do is punch
i wish i could blame him
he from the era where all the cheap n_ggas do the same sh_t
y’all ’bout to see the wizard take the alien on a trip
better tuck yo’ b_tch, i’m a little radiant on the wrist
what the f_ck is this?
they put a baby in front of a pit
if we lock that’s it, my n_ggas never had a pot to p_ss
y’all better box him in
y’all think he a crip, wait ’til we lock him in
they like, “we just seen cornell.” now he on fox at 10:00
the k_mbayain’, b_tch stop, he is not my friend
my shooter silent, you can hear a pin drop until i drop his pin
we headed to them first, this is not revenge
show me all that gangsta sh_t that you told me you was accomplished in
i’m like, “what mindset he in?”
i heard a couple n_ggas say they seen a ghost or two
but i ain’t never seen a street n_gga say they afraid of a f_ckin’ alien
so no stryker
we slide in sp_ceships, i’m talkin’ mercedes benz with crazy tint
young and know his money no good to me, only bodies he can pay me with
tall, nappy head n_gga, come shootin’ on some kd sh_t
not missin’ nothin’, they even k!lled his step cousin
they gonna find cornell in a cornfield for them large bills
like the news don’t know what the f_ck they talkin’ ’bout, that was our k!ll
aye, put a bag on his head like he work at wal_mart still
this n_gga was famous as f_ck and he was workin’ at wal_mart still
i’m talkin’ ’bout you can call that b_tch, he’ll answer
fresh off the camera, and they instagram’d him
one time they tagged him in the caption
the sh_t they was payin’ rum for in a battle gotta be tragic
it go from funny to sad quick when you realize i ain’t just rappin’
but on the low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
we also know you was helpin’ ms. hustle with her raps
that’s why jaz the greatest one to ever, in fact
i’ll separately battle n_ggas for that
we know you and ms. hustle had a thing
was it a fling?
or was it her usin’ what she got to get what she wanted if you know what i mean?
cause what his little ass even doin’ with ms. hustle?
i bet he had to a have a notebook full of raps before she come over and f_ck you
you had to stand on a notebook full of raps just to come over and f_ck her
she done with the notebook full of raps, she try to come over, it’s “f_ck him!”
n_gga, the raps got you ms. hustle
you know that game you spit to them arizona b_tches, it work on them, not with ms. hustle
we know she got another n_gga with bars at the crib, nah, ain’t no stoppin’ the hustle
we know he was outside the crib bangin’ on the do’_ n_gga knockin’ the hustle
aye stop writin’ raps for people
take them bars and keep ’em for yourself cause you might run into n_ggas like me and need ’em
get some substance, make n_ggas believe you
make the wholes script look like the preview
i heard hustle take the whole d_ck she do her kegels
i met a birdie tryin’ to get a eagle, n_ggas sippin’ par
we in houston, they got me high as h_ll, i don’t get yo’ bar
these full metal jackets that’s gon’ hit yo’ car
then we gonna watch the ring camera’s back like asmrs
he always talkin’ that alien sh_t, b_tch why don’t you stay out at mars?
i be talkin’ real beef
i’m talkin’ keep the babies out the car
slide on rum for no reason, just cause he think he good
like, “who you know in this hood?”
and i ain’t even from the hood i pressed him in
he just a lil’ n_gga, so will i clap him? it just depends
on what he did, but i know i slapped him just cause i can
how did you ever even feel you can win?
this a body and when you get to heaven, boom gonna k!ll you again
p_ssy!
[round 1: rum nitty]
you gonna have to switch up your defense?
try and get hit up
i lift bl!ck up and squeeze sh_t
the next n_gga get they skull shattered for sayin’ i’m hustle man
and they gonna have to pick up the pieces
i seen sh_t
we was servin’ addicts in the street
i remember not havin’ sh_t, flippin’ pack so we could eat
growin’ out of clothes like incredible hulk, until i got mad and hit the street
that’s on me
you better be humble
think twice or pay with ya life, and they can’t refund you
you think the streets for you?
take my word for it like a reb_ttal
i seen trouble
the heat clutchin’ until police cuff you
p_ssin’ on they hands to get gunpowder off
til they in the cell playin’ pinochle (pee knuckle)
i seen trouble, that’s why i’m on go mode
we can take it there, i’m not gonna go though
run up on hightower (high tower) and ring his bell; quasimodo
jab!
they want smoke and they don’t even got it all
you ever seen a junkie?
jab!
i seen you ain’t no k!ller like yo’ pops
that’s the seed of chucky
jab!
they countin’ on my downfall, like a referee or somethin’
overhand
you’ll never see shoebox again, like fettuccine20
he don’t want it, this is fight endurance
i told him once, “this your final warning”
against eazy you had a light performance
but we all knew the young buol (bull) was better than the old wizard; michael jordan
get right up on him
you scary too, wearin’ jewels you prepared to lose
give it up ‘fore i air the tool
take the watch, chain and the buff’s off n_gga; terry crews
i dare you move, i’ll let family have it
take the cartier’s, sn_tchin’ the glasses, get your buff strong arm, b_tch; angela bassett
it gets tragic, n_ggas don’t follow rules these days
i know a n_gga that’ll hold your family for ransom until he get paid
have them chained up for like, two/three days
in the underground stone cellar (seller), like ugk
n_ggas fake, you ain’t no stepper you’se a wimp
n_gga would’ve hoched a loogie in my face would’ve got severed limb to limb
they would’ve been at his funeral playin’ flutes like andre 3000 and he would’ve never spit again
you not exempt
that’s not how we work, dawg must’ve forgot about how he was sweet first
i mean, you tried to erase his (racist) past like hulk hogan and got an r.i.p. shirt
eat dirt
i don’t know what he was thinkin’
but he said his own daughter was fine as h_ll…i don’t see a reason
i mean there is certain terminology’s you can use, i thought he was tweekin’
i’m like, “c’mon on my n_gga. ‘fine’? (find)
your daughter?” _ liam neeson
he’s a heathen
i seen blogs with you and that one b_tch havin’ a freak off
we peeped y’all
john was playin’ 1 v. 1, you was playin’ team ball
sleaze ball
should’ve been a voice in your head like, “stop. this seems wrong.”
supposed to be the homeboy’s girl, you need to think dawg
em’ and dre, you should’ve had a ‘guilty conscious’ every time you seen paws (scene pause)
you was tryin’ to beat drawers
what they [?]
i would’ve had ’em sellin’ p_ssy, no unpaid service
runnin’ trains for a little change, like a subway surfer
but way worser
what? the b_tch feet don’t work?
you was cuffed up with her knowin’ she was pre_owned first?
she trash
probably look better from the back like a vlone shirt
that hoe dirt
and the fact that matters, she probably gon’ be mad, not a happy camper
i had to chance it
but you was on a whole clique (cl!ck) in real life, pause like adam sandler
i’m an avid trapper
i be with coke sellers and known steppers
the plug came through like a quarterback with the handoff
i say, “i need four extra.”
don’t test him
cause i feel you scared
i’ll have them lookin’ for you in a chevrolet truck, you gon’ get k!lled in here
if i’m sendin’ them for landslide, there’s an avalanche
and it’s all downhill from there
steel appear
dump one in ya grill
brother gettin’ k!lled
leave hightower (high tower) folded up on his back
that’s a $20 bill
[round 2: calicoe]
black mafia battle league type sh_t
you the type to type n_ggas
after my left hook, is the only time i right (write) n_ggas
clique full of scammers, i’m on sight with ’em
these youngins gon’ keep pushin’ that death until life hit ’em
it’s different
if i touchdown for nine innings
it’s different
an eightball on mound and i’m not pitchin’
it’s different
the bird too heavy to fly with us, so it’s swimmin’
countin’ dead men in the living room, just me and kitchen
aye, whatchu know about takin’ a loss?
i’m talkin’ real cash
catch a flat tire on the road and the pills smash
now you got just a bunch of powder in a filled bag that’ll make you feel bad
but then you fix the flat and get to the trap and they still askin’, “where the pills at?”
remember i told y’all, “it’s a difference between metaphors and real rap”?
unkie done put the powder in a compressor and brought the pills back
he done put a whole quarter on it and they still slap
he done put his lil’ blend on it, they done came back
mafia, n_ggas that understand get they hand’s dap
money saran wrap
taped to you on an amtrak
that’s how i can make it feel if i show a n_gga i can rap
this how i can make a drill, catch a bucket right off a head tap
this wal_mart n_gga from the frozen foods
he ain’t outside, he’s helpin’ with the clothes and shoes in the kid’s aisle
his ice had to come with us the way we slid down
you can get dropped on that block that you say you be around
you can get popped on that block that you say you be around
n_gga i can just keep sayin’ real sh_t, n_gga that can be a round
i just start givin’ him dap and notice that he be around
he f_ckin’ with a n_gga that don’t give a f_ck about no reaction from the crowd
i’m talkin’ to yo’ soul
n_gga it’s just me and you in here
put a “one” on it and made two appear
real four but that’s my business and i charge two to do the sh_t
get him gone before christmas we got sh_t to do this year
sharks in this water, i got scuba gear
a bunch of harpoons that’ll shake the room like a drumline
oops, i mean a rum line
get yo’ popcorn, b_tch it’s crunch time
them n_ggas not goin’, b_tch we solid on that frontline
these rappers ain’t sh_t, i look at them as lunch
my auntie told me rum had a kick, i’m findin’ out it only got a punch
these rappers ain’t it, i feel charlemagne a bunch
trappin’ ain’t lit but the bills come every month
that’s why my circle’s small for a bunch of reasons
like i know how i get when i turn into hunting season
n_gga’s names be on that list
i can’t change i’m in the sh_t
n0body to blame, 100 in the clip in a whip lookin’ for a l!ck
like you say you got 14 bricks
get him now, ain’t no back do’
we gon’ spin around, pin him down, ain’t no text bro
we got semi’s round, 4_5’s sit him up, a_r’s sit him down
bullet with his name on it, all cornell hear is “pow” (powell)
this mc equal square
and i’m melvin in the equation
showin’ him guns plus b_tter don’t always equal greatness
cut his lights off, catching jodi is amazin’
this that feelin’ rodney had when they caught him in the bas_m_nt
flinch and i’ma hit you with two
we don’t speak about it much
but we know geech’ played pete in his career, he had to teach him how to punch
he my baby boy and don’t even know it, not even a tad bit
ms. hustle’s pandora, i left the hotel room and told her, “this jaz’ d_ck.”
how did you ever feel you could win?
this a body and when you get to heaven mook gon’ k!ll you again
[round 2: rum nitty]
what you was on was animal cruelty that wasn’t cool with me
you know what i’d do to you?
if i would’ve seen so much as a dead gerbil, it would’ve been a shoebox funeral
removin’ who?
we can both take it there; uber pool
you shootin’ who?
i ain’t try to punch, just like calicoe, i’ma pull a u you on you
stupid move
all my rider’s is militant
any time you see me, i’m in the spot where the k!ller’s is
pop a shot and then k!ll this b_tch
have calicoe staring at a calico, it’s an out of body experience
you serious?
your boy a mark
try and get torn apart
they said, “how many lines you gonna have about chicken fightin’?”
about 40 bars (b.a.r.r.s.)
it’s gon’ get dark
aye, i was on the block with demons and bottom feeders
servin’ rocks, stackin’ knots in my box of sneakers
tryin’ to hit the spot to re_up
lost, cause we had fallen leaders
i used to want to be a quarterback like a piggy bank and a slot receiver
droppin’ ether
i’m d_gg_n’ sh_t, i’m the meanest
i give a f_ck about your alias, they all get flipped i’m the meanest
i’m ’bout to do your name wrong like aa ron, i’m callin’ it how i see it
potent deadly, bro get buried, should’ve been got smoked already
i was like, “come outside. you ain’t gotta hide calicoe (calico). it’s open carry.”
he totin’ heavy, pull this .9 out and hit his chest twice
dissect him, i’m like, “why challenge this ya death site.”
the last n_gga got smoked like mortal kombat
now i’m slidin’ up on hightower (high tower) for my next fight
test ya might
this b_tch p_ssy
y’all treat him like some big bully cause he get pushy
this bulletproof i won’t even let calicoe (calico) rounds get to me
i live crooked
the sh_t i been through is rough
trife, but it’s like this life chooses us
no food for lunch, just seasoning in the pack with the noodles crushed
barley ate
them .50 cakes taught us how to use a buck
stretch a dollar, we banked on the quarter waters like scrooge mcduck
i’m from the 80’s this different
cps came daily to try to place us straight in the system
a crazy position
i knew to lie about how my moms was makin’ a livin’ and the place we was livin’
even with no food in the crib i knew to tell them people every day we ate when we didn’t
it was game i was givin’
but it be these “talk too much” ass n_ggas
“i fight dogs”
gettin’ theyself caught up ass n_ggas
speak on every sale and re_up ass n_ggas

{someone in the crowd passes out}

but it be these “talk too much” ass n_ggas
“i fight dogs”
gettin’ theyself caught up ass n_ggas
speak on every sale and every plug ass n_gga
like these little meech, what about the other stuff ass n_ggas
was probably at school like, “my daddy sell drugs” ass n_ggas
“my uncle the plug.”
“i can get you what you want” ass n_ggas
dumb ass n_ggas
just immature
you actin’ like you was bmf for real, that sh_t was false
pick your choice, the wizard cap, and that speaks for itself like gryffindor
what both meeches was snitchin’ and f_ckin’ with ricky for?
you done lost your show now your clique destroyed
i bet bmf wish they can go back to bein’ 50 boys
this is war
it wasn’t six b_tches skinny dippin’ with you in bmf
it was 50 boys
you a b_tch for sure
n_gga speak like hoes, people fold, the streets is over
n_ggas don’t keep the code
whatever happens, if you wasn’t there you don’t need to know
we on go
squeeze the banger
send you to see god, go see ya savior
since bmf created you, meet ya (meech ya) maker
he’s a faker
switch the narrative
you out here skinny dippin’, fightin’ chickens and sh_t?
it gets embarrassin’
what you do got me questioning blackface (question in black face), like a hidden character
sh_t hysterical
but y’all be on his d_ck cause he said he talk that big meech, big cat, maserati rick
dawg a pile of sh_t
let his uncles handle all his problems like a b_tch
poppin’ out the l!ck
just like a wizard, you gotta go hide behind a trick
against suge, you was supposed to smoke the n_gga
take his soul and send it
over k!ll him, give loc the business
shoot shotgun for proof; go ballistic
show the difference
clap that guy
for the whole city of detroit, that n_gga had to die
he let his cannon fly
y’all said he wasn’t even there for proof, like an alibi
stand up guy
brodie a lab rat
he rap about dope his pop sold but them only ya dad packs
them only ya dad stacks
you rap about murders ya pops caught like you a hit man, but them only ya dad_
stand back
can’t keep it real yourself, n_gga suicide or i’ll do the job

[round 3: calicoe]

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