T-Rex vs. Rum Nitty (Rematch)

Lyrics

[Round 1: Rum Nitty] We got Rum motherfuckin' Nitty... ,..Vs "Tango" T-Rex "The Grand Champion" This shit wild You wasn't no Crip when we battled the first time... You ain't no motherfuckin' Crip now! Set trippin' Duck, or be some dead bitches Stalkin', in the bush with the choppers, like hedge trimmers You ain't no motherfuckin' threat, nigga This a warm-up game I came to shoot a round (around) at Rex center! (Rec' center) Let's get it You finna die Got plenty .9s, pick a .9 Choose (chews) a arm, like Pennywise You took the first win with pride This is revenge of mine All I can remember is that time Rex (Tom wrecks): Vanilla Sky You live a lie, you the worst though First you was Dot Mobb, but then you turned Loc You prolly wanted to be Blood with Shine, but then they curved bro You couldn't pick a turf though Every month, rockin' (rock in) different colors, like birthstones Get burst on Dude fakin', all this actin' like a true gangster Only gon' get dog house broke in (housebroken) ...You gon' see this shit in the newspaper Tool blazin', get to poppin' a chrome Wesson The pole stretch him I'm a neurologist, a dome-checker We could throw the hands, no pressure Don't test him I'll make Randy run a fade, I'm Dante Culpepper The Loc extra! I be with gangstas, most of 'em Crippin' Some of 'em bleedin' major Some of 'em all about growth and development, like an incubator He a hater WHAT?! He a hater, kicked Shine from the team just for bein' greater The main reason I brought out the stock for Rex (Forex) He a traitor! (trader) He in danger, Geechi got everybody thinkin' they Crips He not from the set I remember when the youth used to copy you and Mook Y'all freestyles was the best Nowadays, they act like they Rum Nitty...Nu Jerzey Twork And T-Top when they Prep! What you expect!? But he clueless Don't be stupid, we play ball in the stadium The whole team ruthless (roofless) Fuck is he doin'? Just started Rollin' And gon' be the first Neighbor we see movin'! (move in) Keep shootin'! I'm tryna give you a halo I tell my shooter bring mo' Cause one gun ain't enough, I make sure he "takes two to Tango" You a lame though I seen you had Big U up in the hood But the active members don't really big you up in the hood Come out West... Them niggas might B.I.G. you up in the hood! What's happenin'!? Get to head-crackin', then neck-snap him "Kch... Kch... Kch..." It sound like Rex laughin' I ain't gotta clap at him, just put cash stacks on him "A'Yo Kato"!... That's a hit on Grand Champion Baggin' him, get laid out in the dirt after Died with his eyes wide open, kept starin' up at the stars Look like the Verb battle Bitch! You can't keep it real yourself Suicide (or I'll do the job, you decide, nigga kill yoself) [Round 1: T-Rex] Grown-man bars, somethin' he gotta deal wit' No matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said, it ain't gon' equal up...(to this real shit) They said they just want Rex to be Rex Nitty, they just want you to be you They know Rum gon' punch, they know Rex gon'- But nigga, I'll shoot at you, too That shit we did to Brizz on stage, we'll do it to you What he gon' say!? I recycle the same verses? Well, they recycle the same verses at funerals, too! They said Drake wanted the best for this card Only the big dawgs, they got checks for this card Now it's Rex, Rum Nitty on Death Do Us Part We just gon' pull the plug on him and let Death do its part! This is our second time meetin', won't be a time three Try me, fuck around and get hit wit' a five-piece In love wit' the Coco: O.T., Ice-T You think I'mma let a nigga from Arizona come ice T!? (iced tea) 1-0, nigga! Wait up Let me wait up! Where Drake at? Where Drake at? Lemme say this to Drizzy You know I ain't came here to play no games Shit, I ain't playin' wit' Nitty! He got this ass-whoopin' before - this ain't no stranger to Nitty! He don't want no smoke, not even a puff He (Puffy) ain't say nothin', did he? (Diddy) It's no way y'all think he better at rappin' So him beatin' me...easily...it never will happen I gotta give some more again (Morgan) after I finished the Captain? Now it's back to Rum shots: I done fell off the wagon Play the livewire, you gon' see these shots fired Metal drawn in his face like eyeliner Shells jumpin' outta the chopper like skydivers Try it, chump, 'cause I can pop a pump (Poppa Pump) like Scott Steiner Understand me, folks Bring the cameras close I need my change off top - shit, this man a GOAT (Manigault) I had the E and the dope, I ran through both I put the beans in the rice like the Spanish folks What's the fuss for? I hustled on Lux floor Murdered 'em, gave 'em a big amount (bigger mount), I made 'em rush more (Rushmore) Gun drawn, I don't know, it's a gun law I'ma let a Hollow tip off, y'all try to jump ball (bul) That watch be frozen for Glocks he totin' If a nigga get my jewelry this time it's cause he shot me for it Big can', big hands, I will not be nervous When I can shoot with either hand like Kyrie Irving Nigga I ain't with the promo props I take a nigga out the picture like he photoshopped I got more guns than I know I got I mean for real, I got so much steel that I could build a Robocop Nigga ya style, is the same shit You ain't changed since Just punchlines Name flips But I'm sorry bro, to me this is cardio A straight win(d) See I'm leavin' wit' this nigga head It's only round one but... [Round 2: Rum Nitty] Grew up around some real Crips Taught me how to hold my heat straight, squeeze .8 Was real Crippin' that taught me how to stay dangerous and see safe Street ways, how to whip it up like free-base, keep shake How to stack my blue strips and... how much a ki' weigh! (Keeway) But he fake... on Keeway nigga, that's Crip in Swahili They finna wanna put you off in yo' set That ain't nothin' good, understood? After this head on collision. we gon' see Rex (wrecks) with another hood I get to shootin', .50 boomin', chest shot! He gon' stretch out and die, like Whitney Houston Hol' up (x4) Y'all think I'm talkin' 'bout the bathtub Y'all niggas stupid I said stretch out and die ("And I") like Whitney Houston! If we get into it, you get your block spinned Tryna hide the bodies after I drop shit In the trunk of an old Nissan is where the Dots in (Datsun) Blik' off the waist, it's a mopstick Modified it, to a fully Put a switch in (switchin') his face, like The Watchmen Top split, we don't play 'round We was travelin' with the work on us, makin' out of state rounds Before you was bettin' on the Grand Champion I was puttin' it all on the Greyhound Get laid down Or be a vegetable, I'll stretch you too I'm tryna make a point outta Dot, like a decimal FN blowin', like a ref' whistle Boy I'll do you foul, with the hands T; technical This a death mission, you done let them niggas throw you in the cave For you it's a lose/lose, cause you know you gettin' slayed *cnk-cnk* I'll up a .40 at his gang This'll point (disappoint) at his hood Now they Rollin' in they grave! I heard you got yo' ass whooped, by ICE mans. right hands Cause you was actin' like you was like that Them niggas from I.C.E. pack, ain't let it fly fam' Goddamn You gon' make me use the toolie clip Slide through the House Party, shootin' it Pullin' this MAC on, you and who you wit' Actin' like you sellin' dope, you ain't movin' shit Geechi voice "You just another user bitch (you'se a bitch)" You get split I get to head bussin' Stretch cousin And go through his pockets and take bread from him Bullets whistlin' out the TEC dumpin' Goin', "Zoom, zoom, zoom" then they "Boom Boom!" Hit Rex and effect (Wreckx-n-Effect) somethin'! Death comin'! I'll pull this K out shootin' I told Ill Will, "I'll hold the gold bird over yo' (OVO) face" But this time with the Drac' (Drake) I'll do it If I lose it, family gettin' stretched out Nurse Randy over the body tryna stop the bleedin', but he bled out Just see if yo' job still givin' beds out, you dead now If you really pay attention to dude record No matter how many times he throw that stupid ass hat He still can't get through (threw) the New Era Ya' gotta do better! I told y'all, this is yo' fault, the homie hand the pole off And what he pass'll fire (pacifier) in his head for thinkin' he a Loc-dog This yo' loss And you can't keep it real yourself... Nigga rap that wack ass shit [Round 3: Rum Nitty] Ayy, somebody better tell him stop (Stop!) 'Fore this FN pop, and handicap him Since he thought bein' a Crip'll (cripple) put him in a better spot! Get to airin' shots, hella shots Light green beam, I'm tryna rock a pair of Dots Rex'll drop, with his face cracked It ain't nowhere that you safe at I can get the direct location on Rex (wrecks) like the Wave app You should've stayed back You ain't even a factor on the scene no more A lot of styles that's in the game today I'm the reason for Niggas look up to and follow me, like the drinking gourd I be bringin' war When I seen that video with you and Vague I said, "What the fuck I watch!?" Lee Harvey Oswald; that was a suspect shot! Nigga stop! He should be shamed y'all, I hate dawg We all take falls, but you sold yourself (soldier self) out, that's AWOL This a great loss, you 'bout to get smoked I hopped in the whip though with like six poles Tryna get him gone, then him gone But I'ma start off slidin' on the Dinosaur first, like the Flintstones! You better get low I'll let steel rounds go, say sumthin' crazy I'll pull and stretch T(ee) out like Milltown Bloe On the fo'! The boy done When them niggas got you for your chains... Where the fuck was your gun? They took the three .9's, you should've gave 'em a fourth one This is the nigga that got his chain robbed too Then in a whole 'nother situation, ICE stole on him It's deja vu! Make my move You may get tagged Things'll blast, tryna take the head off T-Rex Like Sid from Toy Story do a Neighbor bad! Laser flash, from a .40 Glock Put the biggest round on Randy's roof...like the Donut Shop Ayyy, we don't go for talk This some shit you gon' see your man die for We hand out war I got somethin' under the big tee for Rex (4x) like a Franchise Boy Check the score, I mean he finna go in a bag if he slackin' No cappin', you gon' need a stellar (Stella) performance Like Angela Bassett We done seen your stats drop, while the fans watch I be like "Damn I can't watch All you had to do was stop and train Rex (Stoppin' train wrecks)" Like Hancock, blast shots Bitch nigga! Switch hitter I mask up, line up the Dots in disguise (the skies); Big Dipper This shit different, you get dropped, tool'll spark Trust me, I'll drop a Dot on a dime; like beauty mark Bitch...