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!)
Rum Nitty と T-Top Bizzy The Bear のバトルが始まる。Rum Nitty は T-Top を挑発し、自分は小さな部屋でもキングだと主張する。T-Top は Rum Nitty を "犬の餌" と呼び、自分こそがキングだと反論する。その後、2人は互いの過去やヒップホップシーンでの地位について激しくディスり合い、喧嘩腰のラップを繰り広げる。
It's crazy, my neighborhood still fucked up about the Nipsy death It's like when you try to make it a hater can be your biggest threat You ain't even go nowhere and they mad cause you ain't get 'em yet They see you doin' good and they mad cause you ain't injured yet I pray daily, I just ain't big on all that religion shit All I know is one day you die and that's the end of it But that's a problem, we don't take time out for the innocent So I'ma make a moment of silence for his remembrance .... Okay let's kick this shit, it's T-Top vs Rum Nitty, what's shakin' cousin Uzi, spray a nigga face like I'm macing somethin' AK, use a Russian (rushin') for the door like I'm late for somethin' Or I sent 12 to your porch like the neighbor buggin' 80's dumpin', right in his legs, it's too late for runnin' I'ma leave Rum on the rocks and I ain't chasin' nothin' This lame disgustin', he never live our life, he just wanna get famous from it I can't relate to youngin', that's why I hate ya punches Every line the K is bustin' or you tryin' to flip a name or somethin' Nigga, he can never tell us about kids gettin' separated when we find out the states is comin' Or, gettin' a sweater for Christmas when ya mom's had to make the buttons See them real life conversations? He can't discuss it Cause he live on the other side of town and this is his way of escapin' from it Nigga, until I chop ya body up in pieces and make table food Take a spoon, feed it to ya daughter on her way to school Ya baby too, she started cryin' we made baby food This ain't the first time we put Rum on a baby tooth Make a move, we gave you a test you can't make it through Cause Rum ain't strong enough, and that 80 prove (proof) Tonight, I don't wanna hear none of that baby boy Melvin shit How he gon' leave the Hustler in a wheelchair like Melvin Flynt I could tell you bitch, that's why for this battle I wasn't a bit excited Sharpshooter, I need a plaque for the K (decay) like gingivitis Get the knife in, leave cuz on the edge he's indecisive But if I give this .9 to Rum this club gon' lose it's liquor license Aye, it's goin' down in the south like the liquor prices If I phone company, you'll get a bunch of niggas behind you like you wit' Verizon Swingin' metal, just to put him under, I'll hypnotize him He gettin' every round on the head like he memorizin' Then I put another clip inside him Gun big enough to hit every Crip beside him Wait, other than Geechi homeboys, you don't never see no Crips beside him Aye, I'm startin' to think you put yourself on nigga No big homies 'round it's like brought yo' self home nigga Cause at one point, everybody was bangin' except Rum He was cool, but for some reason they ain't accept Rum Soon as the nigga start rappin', here the set come You ridin' the color wave but that's what they expect Rum (spectrum) You dead Rum, and now lil' man tryin' to flex cause he 33 years old and got a lil' man complex See we tolerate it, but that don't mean we like the nigga Cause he always, almost, about to fight a nigga Like in ya last two battles, you was twice as bitter You got emotional over Twork like you found out your wife a stripper Question, where was all yo' handguns nigga? Cause we never seen a grown ass man throw a tantrum nigga Why you just ain't grab ya burner when son did it? You the Gun Line King, why you ain't show him how ya gun get it? Nigga, you left the venue then came back, that's not how we conduct business But I should've known he would storm off cause even "tantrum" got "Rum" in it Dump biscuits, don't make me send a TEC ya way I had to use extra bake just so I could stretch the weight And I ain't even sweat when the Feds came to investigate You ever seen me lose sleep over a charge? I rest my case Desert spray, loaded pistol, control ya temper Cause I'll leave Rum pourin' out if the nigga can't hold his liquor I'll hold the blicker, close then kiss her Cause it's the closest thing to mom like an older sister Nigga you punch, I vacuum seal, we rap (wrap) different You throw up C's, I put up G's, we stack different You wear brims, I know brims, the hat different You owe Troy, I sold boy, we SMACK different Hold up, cause I'm not feelin' his tempo Cause Mayweather punch good, shit but he ain't winnin' wit' Kimbo Aye, they tryin' to jump me, I got shotgun, it ain't the fronts eat The pumps be, kickin' niggas out like a Trump speech Son sweet, I can get him touched for dumb cheap Rob him, remove his ice, I like my Rum neat We are actual bosses, done took actual losses The only thing killin' in Arizona is natural causes I be clappin' a muffin' and now he thinkin' that he 100 proof His gun'll shoot 'til I bury (berry) Rum with the lemon squeeze we makin' jungle juice Concrete nigga!
T-Top は、ニプシー・ハッスルを偲び、彼の死を悼む言葉から始まる。その後、Rum Nitty に対し、彼は自分の生活やヒップホップシーンでの地位を理解していないと非難する。T-Top は、Rum Nitty が自分の人生を経験したことがないからこそ、彼のパンチラインは説得力がないと主張する。さらに、T-Top は Rum Nitty の家族や環境について、自分が知っていることを暴露する。
Where the fuck did all that money go, T-Top? I know you rich ass hell don't hold out You said on Funk Flex, you had a half a mili on you at 11, right? We don't believe the shit you tell out yo' mouth But you glorify your trappin', though The whole world they know now But ain't you supposed to pitch on the low? I gotta bring the Bear a tone (baritone) down I'll bring it to you if you start Gab 2 K's (2K) and black, Top (blacktop) - I'm shootin' at the Park! Mask on me, 100 round mag' on me Lettin' it fly in ya attic like Amity'! Why the FUCK ARE YOU RUNNIN', Cassidy?! Thinkin' it's all good, he (Goodie) see the mob (Mob), take out Cass': Dungeon Family! This some shit you ain't gon' make it through I ante up, to a level you can't take it to Turbo, I slide with the sweeper like a Breakin' move And I'll walk up on Top, poppin': Breakin' 2 (break in two)! We cool, but I'll split ya shit, serious YNW Melly...not the one to get too friendly wit' I'll pull up palmin' the pistol, tryin' to body a nigga Right outside of Top spot like an honorable mention I'll knock at the do', came to it, I clap a round Stomach shot, he reach for me and staggered out Hit the flo', if that first one don't tap him out Another five in the back would (Backwood), I'll peel Top and air a 'matic (aromatic) out Respect how I move, was born into this Crippin' Wasn't no other set I could choose We were separated by colors, what you expect Rum (spectrum) to do? Bitch nigga, I can tell he scary Load the clip and put one up Top, I'm ready ready Heavy metal, run you off your block if you ever test me And this'll kick off if the Bear return; Devin Hester Aye I knew I had some shit when I wrote it down But now we sighted it more the rounds became mortar rounds Mask man, flash cans I'll let it peel off in a X ('nax) nigga like a half Xan I up the gun, empty, reload, then the cal' lit (Khaled)'ll give him another one Then another one Then another one Captain Morgan, the Bear'll (barrel) get stepped on in front of Rum If you thinkin' I'ma do somethin' other than punch? Forget it people If I try angles (triangles) on Top it's a Desert Eagle Aye, I'm like the only one that rap, when they say "punchlines took a backseat to performance" I brung it back Main nigga holdin' it down, I front the pack Pistol whip him, just to show you who the Top gunner, Smack BLAT! I'm a marksman, I hold it steppin' grippin', never missin' I shoot at the Bear and (barren) land, 'til the Desert empty That Funk Flex shit, you blew yo' shot king Got on Hot 97 and choked on the Radio You ain't Do The Right Thing! But the nigga tried, and here's where it all goes left for tryin' to move a Crip aside This bitch'll die .40 blow, headshot; glory hole, Top unidentified Aye I wish a nigga try, I wish he would jump really We play for keeps, so if ya life get took I'm wit' it The money right I'll cook up different So for dead presidents, Top'll be headed (beheaded) for a bag Good luck, nigga Aye, you try to count me out against the Bear But right before I send his soul, the fifty rose Come get ya flowers while you here Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself Nigga, suicide or I'll do the job (You decide, kill yourself)
Rum Nitty は T-Top の富について疑問を呈し、彼が持っているお金がどこから来たのか尋ねる。その後、T-Top を "カス" と呼び、自分がいかに危険な人物であるかを強調する。Rum Nitty は T-Top の自宅にまで乗り込み、彼を攻撃する様子をラップで描写する。
Damn, that was pretty good Hell I was impressed, every round you was rappin' 'bout the hollows and TEC's I can't believe yo' little ass got a chopper that stretch I almost stopped you mid round and got me a vest The Gun Line King The fuck is a gun line king? You'll lose ya life, a bitch can show you what a gun line mean I blew a shot, the barrel was smokin', stupid hot But I'm DJ Drama, I will never let my Uzi drop Buy one, get one free, two'll pop He in his car, I'll shoot his drop He gettin' the ring behind the glass like the jewelry shop See it's the same thing witchu dawg Borin' ass hell, no personality, we just know you're going to yell The reason they only rap about the .40's and shells Is cause these bitch niggas never had a story to tell And dawg my whole life changed soon as crack cocaine came I Chef, Raw, then push Roc(k) in the front, that's on Cave Gang You ever seen a fiend get naked? It make ya face change She shirtless, walkin' wit' the Jakkboy Maine veins It's Park Lyfe, mob ties, gang shit, drive-bys Hold the nickle over his head give him a high five Or the chopper ha ha, two taps that's blaaah blaaah That's what I meant (mint) to leave (leaf) in Rum like a mai tai What?! Bitch, you done cruised up shit's creek Who told dude's that shit's sweet? I'll shake him, cause Rum is only used for mixed drinks I will pop up on a Crip with a Glock up on my hip Servin' Rum while my niggas lickin' shots up in this bitch Or the chopper split ya shit Had the doctors knittin' Nit' My locs shootin' out the window like 'Pac was in the whip They'll do you sloppy in this bitch, just know where to tread I sold rock and won't stop until I go to the Feds The type to kill ya manager if you owe me some bread Yeah I'll do you filthy Rich, let her nose up and let the bucks go to ya head Nigga! Aight, let's talk about his Jordan's now How they was fake, but you was even faker when you bought 'em clown Nigga Michael's body was layin' like this
T-Top は、Rum Nitty のラップが単調で面白くないと指摘する。彼は、Rum Nitty が自分の生活やヒップホップシーンでの地位を理解していないと主張する。また、T-Top は Rum Nitty の過去の行動について、彼がいかに信用できない人物であるかを暴露する。
You 'bout to get a bad type beatin' No I'm talkin' like, "you ain't really have to him that bad" type treatment A goal picker switch, rip the skin off yo' back type beatin' Lookin' up instrumentals on Youtube, that type beatin' I'm 'bout to put you in ya place Top shotter, get Top shot up, cook you wit' the .8 Bullet in his face, blaow, fuck what he thought (thot) he on the flo' if I pull it off the waist Quit actin' like you run them blocks and ya MAC peel hollows You shaped like an Advil bottle And you cotton soft under Top When I schooled DNA, you was there that day in the buildin' I showed E more to (immortal) life and you think you can kill me Bitch stop, respect my Crippin' and get ya shit knocked Over seas (C's) I pull out a .4 in (foreign) battles and flip Top (FlipTop) I'm mad right now, cause y'all thinkin' this a match up and I'm really in my bag right now Sayin' he gon' give me trouble well let's see how that plays out Cause I done got out the pen for holmes (homes) like a halfway house I ask him, got any final words before you past then speak I'll take you all the way up to a mountain Top for ya last speech, king I let you have if you test me 100 shots, tryin' to give you half of the weapon The clip filled wit' mo' hollows (high/lows) than a manic depressive The .5 put two holes (O's) in one, like Cassidy record The piece pop, Grind Time, this ill MAC (Illmac) have a Hollow rippin' through T-Top I keep it wit' me Battle rap Baphomet, you gon' need Jesus wit' him Tired of y'all tryin' to compare me to niggas cause of gun bars Once the Gun Line, King gon' see the difference Fuck you thought? Everybody in battle rap done fucked yo' thot Rex, Shine, prolly lost her to Loaded She a Jumpoff Top If I get ya whole squad robbed, whatchu gon' do? Try and save 'em? You gon' lose what's in ya possession countin' on Top; shot clock violation I spark it on him, miss wit' the first two but pick Bear in the third like a Charlotte Hornet Get T hurt, then ya team murked Two different missions, but we both 'bout to leave Earth Thing burst, movie clip, put a body on a half moon like DreamWorks He said I told him, this .40 will get raised by the Bear like it's Mowgli BLAOW! It's ya death date I want you to look ya killer in the eyes I took the mask off in the Bear (bare) face Smokin' shit what I be on Why? To be Frank, Nitty ran wit' Al Capone (Kapone) Bitch, you can't keep it real wit' yaself Suicide I'll do the job, you decide (Kill yourself)
Rum Nitty は T-Top に対し、自分がいかに危険な人物であるかをアピールする。彼は T-Top を攻撃し、殺す様子をラップで描写する。Rum Nitty は、T-Top が自分よりも劣っていることを強調し、彼を完全に打ち負かす。
URL this my closin' verse Like fuck a casket throw this bastard in the back and just close the hearse Now I ain't come here to make the crowd go berserk I came here to show y'all work (Now let me get it in) In this culture, there's so many disguises on a nigga What they do in they personal time, they hide it from a nigga We supposed to be a family, but you been lyin' to me nigga So from this point on, I ain't tryin' to be ya nigga There's a rumor goin' round and I'ma make sure y'all get it first And trust me, it fell on my desk, I wasn't diggin' dirt I would say Swear To God, but I'ma leave that to Tay Roc and that nigga Surf I wanna play my own game, called "Guess Where Rum Nitty Works?" Now, you might visit this place three times a week if you got a girl They sell Bismol and ginger ale if you gotta hurl They got jewelry, fake ass diamonds and a lot of pearls And if you lived in the south you nicknamed it Wally World Aight, enough wit' the game homie, let's go get it out the way It's like a caption too early on the TV, you know what I'm 'bout to say
T-Top は、Rum Nitty の過去の行動について、彼がいかに嘘つきであるかを暴露する。T-Top は、Rum Nitty がウォルマートで働いていたことを明らかにし、彼の主張とは裏腹に、彼がいかに成功していないかを嘲笑する。
