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west coast elites - rum nitty vs. da kid clutch كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: da kid clutch]
look cuz, i ain’t wanna do this my n_gga, that’s how it’s gotta be
but let the battle world tell it, “my n_gga, you got rum after geechi. my n_gga. you hit the lottery.”
well with all these police shootings and protests, this who y’all put up aside of me?
well just know crips k!llin’ cops, that’s the only blue on blue violence i’m tryin’ to see
well here we are, let’s get to business
all action, we in the trenches
they say he cut from the cloth
that’s why y’all ’bout to see (k)nit’ in stitches
but if he caught in (cotton) the field, he gettin’ picked without a doubt n_gga
and y’all gon’ watch the master get served, and put that on the house n_gga
this a civil war, clappin’ the lead, aim a strap at his head
alex caruso, let’s see him celebrate with a band on his head
well let’s flip that
because back before you battled twork, my n_gga was on the cool row
i mean e’rybody was talkin’ ’bout cuz until the ‘ru showed
it’s no bailin’ him out
sir, if [?] the circumstances we brought the 12 in his house
and then show cali’s the realest state when buckshot sail in (selling) his house
so measure up, cause over words we catchin’ sentences n_gga
it’s a street dimension, where you can die mentionin’ n_ggas
suggest nothin’, mind ya business
don’t be a middle man
brace yourself, n_ggas will metal ya mouth without the dental plan
b(e) real cause either muggs get socked or witness triggers blam
so if his side press he’ll (cypress hill) see that’s it’s nothin’ for me to ‘k!ll a man’
see i’m all on ’em
soon as i caught the p_ssy lyin’ i put the paws on him
yeah, nitty’s a plate, but watch a plate get cleaned soon as it dawn on him
so dish it out, cause anybody from the west would (westwood) get you jumped on
and yeah, you see l.a. brewin’ (ucla bruins)
but now a days we pack 12 cause the love gone
but if we baring, then they visitation gon’ be a humble one
whip out the derringer, call his son in the room, it’s gonna be a one and done
see you school n_ggas, but they gon’ ac_knowledge i’m with the sh_t
and if not, then his camp is (campus) gon’ watch me knock the collagen (college) out his lips
real sh_t, could give a f_ck ’bout yo’ bars or yo’ gang ties
or how i’m supposed to look at you as goliath, when n_gga, we the same size
n_gga, f_ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
i’ll give him a round, he outta line and i’m sittin’ him down
“get off the ropes”? n_gga if i punch you, your fans gon’ be yellin’ “get off the ground!”
but aight, mr. fo’ tre
connected all the way to 21st
just know your crippin’ ain’t insane until you fade a n_gga from 20’s first
[round 1: rum nitty]
the way your homeboy just got did, that was a problem n_gga
i mean you need to get up here and try to get some getback for yo’ delano n_gga
cause we ride wit’ pistols and you get hit wit’ somethin’ big kid
now you on a sweater, ‘sky’s the limit’
b_tch you don’t deserve this battle
i’ll tell you to yo’ face
you just a replacement for the replacement’s replacement’s replacement
it’s not even supposed to be you on the plate
and these rounds only two minutes straight
i’ll tell you out the gate
i don’t have that much time for da kid, i’m still ’bout to ruin your day
who wanna play?
chopper wavin’, we not for gamin’
y’all remember trl?
we runnin’ up on n_ggas from carson, daily
is you crazy?
i don’t care who challenged
the sh_t you kick, i’ma put an end to it, like new balance
put a flag over, then hold it two feet in front of death certificate, this the cube album
you wildin’

{chokes}

[round 1: da kid clutch]
n_gga every. fuccin’. bar
every. fuccin’. bar
the typical battle fan would think of him and gotti up on a dumb screen
right?
every. fuccin’. bar
but the real ones know that was one of the slogans of young b
n_gga you see every. fuccin’. bar
an influential catchphrase without a doubt
but how you n_ggas name group after another n_gga’s slogan and y’all barely even shout him out
you see gotti might have an excuse cause he actually came through and hit the stage for us
but this yo’ first bizill barfest ever, you only here cause you gettin’ paid for it
n_gga, that’s really legit
for that alone i should be stealin’ yo’ sh_t
but my bro call himself the future, cause he knew that down the line y’all be stealin’ his sh_t
n_gga, so what we doin’ scr_p?
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout these guns, f_ck if your ruger clap
cause you short and crippin’, you supposed to be able bodied, ain’t no excuse for that
but let me guess, “you know that fightin’ sh_t don’t matter when the shotty dumpin’.”
n_gga please, it’s always a n_gga who ain’t able bodied always sayin’ he able to body somethin’
n_gga stop it
but if you wanna talk guns, you who i murk next
i run up, and put the eagle to his sternum since the n_gga got a bird chest
scrawny boy, ain’t you pull ms. hustle? that must’ve been nitty night
and i can relate, cause i know what it’s like to pull a bad b_tch when you only titty height
but this my question, and no disrespect to ms. hustle, girl i hope you keep yo’ class
but nitty, she ever decided to spaz on you, don’t you think she’d beat yo’ ass?
n_gga i’m just sayin’, he don’t workout so pay attention before the story change
this n_gga short, scrawny, and strapped
the same exact description as tory lanez
you got that little man complex, i used to have it too
but i be holdin’ my n_ggas down
napoleon complex?
sh_t if i pull a pole then he in the ground
but hey, that’s yo’ baby so i hope you ridin’ wit’ no division
that’s why i caught hustle and rum on the low, it’s prohibition
he slippin’, the clip downed him, i’m keepin’ the sh_t thousand
bullets went through his fam’ and nitty titty that’s when it really brought the b_tch out him
you see i aim and scorch it on ya
my gang enforces trauma
chest shot, and they’ll see right through rum, it’s florida [?]
see you on the rocks, so mail it in and get the message my n_gga
cause you gotta stay positive to neutralize when somethin’ negative hits ya
so it makes sense that the pandemic got the west in the picture
cause all of a sudden they see our atmosphere was sick now they checkin’ for n_ggas
now trump that mr. fo’ tre
and next round i hope you drop them bombs bro
and just know to me, yo’ crippin’ ain’t insane until you fade a n_gga from longos
[round 2: rum nitty]
aye what’s poppin’ homie?
here’s where all that goofy sh_t stop fo’ surely
all these young n_ggas on social media, heated up, no one poppin’ no one
like, “we was in the hot spot with choppers on it
connected like wi_fi. stop the trolling.”
that’s the problem, before they can even make it to the internet, we gotta mold ’em (modem)
i’ll let it off and smoke him
i don’t play fam’
where i’m from?! n_ggas be off that water, to the point they can’t stand
that dip, had ’em thinkin’ they was bulletproof in the pj’s like blankman
gangland, my whole side actin’
.9 packin’, we sticked up, we’ll send this b_tch up, that’s on sight static
or drop a gun and beat you to death, i just might d_mn it
i give clutch the hands until he die, that’s the end of titanic
you gon’ die faster, you goin’ straight to god
if the locs is on him, covid warnin’, stay inside
i’ll make him slide
send him to shoot sh_t, i mean drop a check on your roof (ruth) chris, the stakes (steaks) is high
you can try to hate it, but it won’t work, your mind is made up
if you sellin’ dope, i’ma rob you later
like i need all the g’s and the p’s
i left with like three and a ki (in the key); that’s a violation
i’ll annihilate him
they ain’t tell you i’m a shooter? i’m tryin’ to let you live
i don’t wanna stretch you i’m just coolin’
but he testin’ like he stupid, my patience gettin’ thin
i got no choice but to wig on this b_tch, cause i’m on the edge and ’bout to lose it
i’m a shooter
lift the k, ‘renegade’ like em’ and jay
you won’t even get a break, i just slide up and let it kick clutch and watch you drift away
you just in the way
’bout to really get did
you ain’t never came to my city and slid
you come to arizona and get a leg shot, i’ll billy da kid
don’t f_ck wit’ me, or we pullin’ up where cuz livin’
poppin’ off, sound like we lettin’ rockets off in clutch city
b_tch, you can’t keep it real yourself
suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide
k!ll yourself
[round 3: da kid clutch]
see, if n_ggas really know my history, y’all would really know i paid my price
n_ggas be tryin’ to sh_t on battle rap, but honestly this sh_t saved my life
it’s kinda like madden if you think about it
when n_ggas start seein’ a little fame
cause n_ggas be so focused on the numbers, they don’t appreciate actually bein’ in the game
n_gga we used to dream about all of this
sometimes i still can’t believe it
bizill used to always tell me i was a star, nowadays i just wish he could see it
but, f_ck all that sentimental sh_t, let’s get back to that bullet get sent to mental sh_t
pistol grip, clutch a felon with bars, i handle sentences
here in remembrance
shots split him and it dismember sh_t
then his membership
but when the cops come ’round they won’t remember sh_t
n_gga done laughed at his ghost
took e’rything with the savage approach
’84 draft, i picked up blazer just to pass on the goat
cause he roll wit’ gotti, mafia ties to provide the essence
he stay with an ill mac (illmac) and admires that like it provide protection
but it’ll be dot’s all on his head if he fired a weapon
permanent nerve damage, he lost his whole left side connection
it gets deep, i put his thoughts on the curb after the fifth speak
crazy, how i left insane wit’ his brain all on a crip street
see we handle it, lead put him right (write) down like it’s a m_n_script
but in order to put my input on the game, i had to channel it
damage it
sh_t was nasty with the g’s in the kitchen
cause n_ggas was getting assaulted (a salt_ed) over seizing (season) the chicken
but this is what it boils down to
you talk spicy, you gettin’ peppered up
with no fear, i imitate rum career and lift the desert up
wet him up

[round 3: rum nitty]
what’s happenin’?
my squad on go, wit’ all the smoke
you don’t want static, cuz spazzin’
you gon’ make me crack chris (cris’) with a bottle of alize, that sh_t sound like ‘thug passion’
what’s happenin’?
you n_ggas not nice
but your bars be magnetized when you say it against somebody in the spotlight
you lookin’ for a reason to say i lost, right?
when you average 30 points a game, then drop 28, to them it look like an off night
but it’s on sight, that’s on everything
smith & wesson beam, round go over his head, like he ain’t catch the scheme
this is new jack city when i let it ring
cause i put a hole in a kid in front of nino, this the wedding scene
fn scream, i’ll spark a couple
neck shot, your dawg will buckle
and rob this f_cker, take all it from you
like give it up, you can’t keep nothin’ clutch, that’s carpal tunnel
it’s all or nothin’
you ain’t gon’ never make it
you’ve been doing this sh_t d_mn near 10 years and still ain’t elevated
i bet you hate it
heard he had rum nitty comin’ up next probably celebrated
man this sh_t was a h_lla favor
i can choke all three rounds, let you win and you still gon’ remain at the same level rated
a big league ain’t gon’ ever pay you
these are just some reasons to stop it
i mean, saynt goin’ crazy
g will elevatin’, you just lazy
can’t even keep up with coffee, awful
this ain’t where you need to be patna
whatchu get paid for this? $200?
a gym membership
and a half zip of creatine powder
i should out him
more torture
this the only time i’ma tell you this sh_t, this is your warning
wasn’t you supposed to be part of the squad?
short story, we tooled up
and if don’t shoot clutch, i can’t put you in the 4th quarter
torch ya
lift a stick
glizzy drip
this the last time you gon’ see him on the mic (mike), this is it
split a b_tch, that’s if he trip
i put one above pint size, it’s a fifth
you little b_tch!
knee shot
i’ll buck it (bucket) on one leg like my n_gga griz
the fans be askin’ me like, “why don’t you ever spit your story?”
i would come and reenact it out, but that just give these goofy n_ggas somethin’ to rap about
and to me that sh_t just corny
so i’d rather grip this .40
it’s crazy how, all these guns in my rounds give these n_ggas less ammunition for me
but that b_tch is on me
this a glizzy, or a .44
i’m picky picky, i raise h_ll with the bulldog, little nicky
mini semi
buck it, until the clip is empty
i done k!lled everybody you looked up to, i’m 2020
you can’t keep it real yourself
n_ggas got me all the way f_cked up in this b_tch

- west coast elites

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