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urltv - bill collector vs. t-top lyrics

[round 1: bill collector]
i’m feelin’ all the ice grillings, the stares throwin’ and glares glowin’
i told my brother any rapper that don’t fear is well (ferris wheel)
i been givin’ y’all some fair showings
you know, top, i too am into the brick_flippin’ through six kitchens and bell_growin’
i almost gave yo’ mom some crack to the head, but…that woulda left terrell owens
i mean, your mom smoke crack, right?
whether it was trash or not, she smoke crack, right?
she smoke crack?
see, you gave us that and we ain’t ask for that
that’s what these n_ggas do so they don’t have to rap
they get in here and rap pastor raps
they dodge the bars, they dash the facts
they_ oh, who the f_ck i’m kiddin’, smack?
i’m probably the main reason these n_ggas get a pass for that
so, i’mma give you credit _ you do what you do to get by, t
ain’t n0body gettin’ more units than you and i (u_n_i), t
it’s billy, i connect to the plug: i’m like i.t
smack had my face on the card before an id
two twin b_tches, when stuck together, they siamese
if i hit a l!ck wit’ the arm, you on ivs
liquid to arm? ivs?
the clip, long as a library _ shh, quiet, please
shot leave the bear extinct _ he a dying breed
f_ck all that
n_gga, why you come here and think you have to lie?
answer that _ it’s prob’ly his mom
stop playin’ wit’ me

why the f_ck you think you’d come in here and have to lie!?
your b_tch ass ain’t never had to grind
smack put you in an easy position, you did half the grind
you wrote your rounds after listenin’ to young jeezy’s trap or die
then for the real n_gga storyline, you come in here and bash your mom?
how many grams in a brick, b_tch n_gga?
1,008, give or take 1,005
when you break that down, n_gga, how many dimes?
how many dimes!? 10,065!
that shift in the proper size and you got the block to grind
make sure it ain’t no cops outside and your opps is quiet
too much beef f_ck the money up, so watch your diet
you ain’t never have to eyeball half the nine
in half the time, ‘cause you gotta get back to grind
‘cause you gave young’un the pack for 9, told him he’d be back by 9
check yo’ watch and it’s after 9, so you sn_tch your .9
get a call from yo’ player who only got 70, but he asked for 9?!
i asked him where he was at, top, he said he at your moms!
f_ckin’ wit’ me? no, not never, naw.com!
don’t mention raw to me _ he let smack down (smackdown) and hit rock bottom
i seen a couple videos, though
your baby mama got a thot problem
runnin’ ‘round with rex got her really out here dot_mobbin’
for them instagrams, one b_tton endin’ top live
rolling stone, he gon’ call it home wherever top lies
shine ain’t lose a round? ‘til i drop you off of top, five!
that’s the definition of a mothaf_ckin’ stock rise!
nah? then i drop the stock in one spot: that’s how i poorly invest
somethin’ tall outta top hat leave him formally dressed
with his mind blown
i’ll get locked if i press down on top like the first iphone
time
[round 1: t_top]
smack called me on christmas, said, “top, i got a l!ck for you.”
i was hopin’ the n_gga said, “i got a gift for you.”
i felt unappreciated, like my presence ain’t made a grip for you
so this year, i’m givin’ you a bill in a box so you’ll remember what i did for you
they said, “top, you just battled ‘tez at the smack before. what was your afterthoughts?”
mmm, i was mad, of course
but i ain’t trippin’ _ sh_t, you always get bills after cort’ (court)
you walk around smilin’ all day! bro, what you happy for!?
i can’t be cheerful when my n_ggas done got clapped before!
silencer on the nina, i don’t like to hear my ratchets talk
and i don’t holla at battle rappers unless smack involved
‘cause i grew up ‘round older cats, whose coke was stashed by some broken glass
you reach for it, might leave wit’ an open gash
you never had to hold a strap to get yo’ focus back
or sold dope out of a winn_dixie grocery bag!
let them tell it, my folks was bad, ‘cause my moms was smokin’ crack
and yeah, n_gga, i told you that, but i also told you facts
my moms had a stroke _ relax
docs was readin’ coma stats, i had to cope with that
for a year straight, i helped her walk until her bones intact
and she came back for the power like ghost was back!
what’s the worst you ever did, p_ssy!?
ride around wit’ yo’ cap gun and some stolen tags!?
man, i’ll scope his ass!
run down on him, his throat get slashed!
and whatever else i can think of _ i’ll add it onto bill like an open tab
yeah, i figured i at least owed him that
look, look, look, your mans is a goofie
for them grams he be movin’, i’ll stand up and shoot him
the bear’ll have a bird in the backpack like banjo_kazooie!
i’ll boom him, if i ever hear he makin’ a statement
i’ll put his face in the pavement, then drop off half of bill like a payment arrangement
speakin’ off payment arrangement, i’ve been itchin’ for a k!ll
had to put the .30 on the .40: yeah, that’s an extension on a bill
aye, if anybody suited for war, then i’mma be the blazer
stick to his roof, n_gga: i’mma be a neighbor
if i gotta l!ck a (liquor) shot, then i’mma be the chaser
bill runnin’ from the mac (mac): how to be a player!
and i heard you a loud boy now
well, i’ll dump at your members
knock all the loud boys out ‘til every one of ‘em injured
what you gon’ do, call floss da boss? well, i give a f_ck if you get him
i’ll have boss pickin’ up bill like a company dinner
what the f_ck is wrong wit’ this n_gga!?
what’s up wit’ this n_gga?
he only known for his tweets and his mentions
ran into hitman, he was supposed to be keepin’ his distance
they caught him, had him layin’ in a fetal position
we seen showwoutt knot a loud (not allowed) like he was restricted
concrete, n_gga
[round 2: bill collector]
yo, you be havin’ some bars and sh_t, bro, but d_mn, like, every time
we know way too much sh_t about your mom
b_tch_ass n_gga, you ain’t right, bro
like, you know you ain’t right
that sh_t ain’t been sittin’ wit’ you mentally
your p_ssy ass been startin’ to show you ain’t right
‘cause i mean, ever since that little_ass fight, he say the same sh_t in every battle…
(_t_top impression_) “now i know you wanna talk about the fight…”
so let’s talk about the fight
better yet, let’s have us a “two n_ggas that can’t fight” fight
sike! these the cave gang specials: that’s roc(k) for the right price!
or we could have a water_throwin’ contest, light ice
either way, i’m pullin’ your cards, i’m what the swipe like
so be quiet, humble, or expire, crumble
what’s a bear to the wildest gorilla inside the jungle?
your fat b_tch_ass ain’t tryna rumble
try it _ stumble
your rap style: terrell bryant
your fight style: bryant gumbel!
dude, stop
yeah, i be jokin’ and all that, cool, akh
but in this situation, you the goof, top
‘cause if this joker start wildin’, it’s a sign that a bat ‘bout to shine off yo’ roof, top! (rooftop)
oh, y’all don’t get the signal?
then my light’s out
the arm out the window: i’m switchin’ signals
give him two more (tumor) to the head: sh_t’s malignos!
shot knock the tooth back outta dna mouth: inci_dentals!
then i put the drum back on top: instrumental!
see, top?
top heavy ‘cause he top_heavy: it’s o’fficial!
so…you tryin’ to tell me that you ain’t see your man on stage wildin’?
you tryin’ to say that you couldn’t tell that bar about mook mom was really bad timin’!?
and then you dumbass n_ggas brought it back for a second time then!?
you standin’ up here tryna teach me somethin’, and he couldn’t even tell what a sign meant (assignment)?

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