URLtv – Hitman Holla Vs Hollow Da Don lyrics

[Round 1: Hitman Holla]
Let me guess Hollow, my whole act is a front
Cause I'm a D2 All American that don't drink liquor or don't smoke blunts
My point is he gon try to convince y'all that I'm this hype wanksta
But remember, that's what frauds do, they stereotype gangsta's
I battled Yung III couple years ago
Went back and forth, you know, a debate
Some think he won, some think I won
Wasn't my best battle but it could go either way
But that don't even matter, cause that's my nigga up to this day
I'm just preparing y'all for the shit that I'm finna say
Hollow beat III at Fight Klub, now even though I think they robbed son
I been using you, think stupid, I'm a Hitman I use Hollow's to get the job done
But you lost to Arsonal, cleary, no debating
If a nigga say I lost to Arsonal
(You know he hating)
Matter fact I'm the reason why Aye Verb ain't kill him
But I had to pay 'em like 3 or 5
But our contract was different between the two of us
I told Verb make it a tie, so I can suit him up
Dope head crackhead nigga, What? You shooting up?
Head in the clouds
You ain't doing shit but shooting up, but you got protection now
Chopper knock his section down, grab him by his neck and... I'ma save that for the 2nd round
If you gon smoke everything you selling than what you stack for?
Silly, that's the type of shit you get smacked for
I beat him across the head with bottles [?] in everything that's shattered
And then ask him "What's that hardcore act for?"
Then walk away it ain't shit to leave a square on glass, he a backboard
7 1 minute battles, that make him a vet?
He freestyles here and there, what?
That make him the best?
On the real dude cool, but I don't think he a threat
See I got too much of this, he Hollow there ain't enough in his chest
I'm at school doing way more than work on the desk
What's a crawl to a walk? I'm a whole other step
You a junkie that can rap, high off Meth
Everybody wondering why you ain't die off yet
See I'm cruising through Jersey Shore that's where you find me at
Surfing that ocean with a chopper, where the Tsunami at?
First of all you like 5'6" nigga, you a tiny cat
On my worst day I'm a Bentley and you a Pontiac
See you a turtle/snail in a mile race, back to you
Hold on... stay in a child's place
During beef who'll run? Big clip, toolie gun
Don't matter the crowd I shows out like the movie done
Let his brains hang a little, you know, sag 'em
Pull him by his neck and his feet, you know, drag 'em
Chop and say "bag 'em!" Forensics will have to treat his toe like Peyton Manning
And Franchise tag 'em
All that loud shit I ain't worried about
Watch how you carry yourself before they carry you out
Y'all probably thinking, "Holla first round retarded"
Not at all, I'm just getting started
BALL GAME!


[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
First of all you came here with a backpack
Don't rap shit that niggas actually did niggas that clapped then did actual bids
So you can rap what they actually lived
Last time I was in the Lou, I showed a nigga what battling is
And left his top on Kings Highway
But this time half of your ribs is gon be on national bridge
So act all tough, I'll have some homies balled up
Soon as I park, there's blood everywhere, I'm walnuts
Aww fuck, I'm taking him out for the place in the drought
Escaping the route, staking him out for the base then I'm out
I heard there's 10 bricks in the sofa, it's weight in the house
I kick in doors like the Simpsons show and go straight to your couch
Wait, now I doubt you go to college and get niggas shot too
I mean at the pimp rally he bought the Glock through
Extra clip and a lunch box too, cut it out
That shoot 'em up bang bang shit, not true
Cause all the killers I know went to prison, not school!
When I went to the Lou, I noticed I hate your guts, but your pops cool
Ock, stop, the heckler and koch pop, make cops stop and the SWAT move
No hopscotch but I box you, for them crack packs
Before scrap snap I sack that before he can hand off and get half back
[?] with a deuce 5, pack that, nigga you really clap that?
He tried bucking that so like a trucker hat I snap back
He dropped the new single and got all his cash back
Cause all you gonna hear is, "He just got his ASCAP"
Nigga scratch that, I should've started off this round like "Shhh, quiet down, chill, don't speak
They got the dinininon versus what the fuck were you thinking?"
I mean and niggas told you I was Almond Joy
But you ain't listen to all your boys
He won't get the picture til I air 'em out like a Polaroid
I'm disrespectful, Christmas time, I stole his toys
Moment of silence time I'm making all the noise
He scream "We the best," 50 style I show up to where his mom employed
Run in the establishment like "This bitch work at Burger King?"
That's why you used to wear Corduroys
And basketball the only time I thought you was the water boy
Til I seen Verb versus Big Will and Verb passed you the water boy
Damn that's the swag that got your broad annoyed
I mean she hit Joe Clark She should know I do my thing
I was Glady's Knight Had her sipping on the night train
I brewed her (Brewer) I boozed her (Boozer), you woulda thought the Bulls' playing
I mean I ain't know her (Noah) but when that D. Rose she was like Dang!
When I swang it's (?) off the frame out in H town
Swing and bang Lane to lane from [?] to Bay town, now wait clown
If you mention one bar about the lean I sip
I'm gonna picture your head as a Styrofoam cup and lean that shit
And I be on the island waiting on the go bag
And I be like "Fuck it, nigga hold that" Dininon
LOM, you already snow dat!


[Round 2: Hitman Holla]
In your last battle you told a nigga
"Unlike Brad his Pitts wasn't looking good"
Which leads me to ask, what was you trying to say?
Brad's Pitt's be looking good?
Pause
So that LOM shit, y'all socking y'all selves
Cause that just proved L.O.M. stand for Liking Other Males
Well you got in Okwerdz face, Passwurdz face
And every other GrindTime rapper face
You got in Goodz face cause y'all was in state
You got in Big T face cause he from out of state
Battled in St. Louis and gave Verb a lot of space
Disrespect me in New York City, I wish you done try
Heard he at the Holiday Inn, I was nearby
Caught on the balcony and gave him the star eye
Pushed him off the roof then waived him so he can air dry
I'm a boss, you's a runner, so being you ain't fun Hollow
He the type to be in a car with his niggas and not hold y'all down
There go cops, hold this gun Hollow
He get a nigga with NYB, Cortez and Hanz, count hundreds and fiftys
And D. Chamberz yell out, "Up count these ones Hollow"
So your name ain't really what it means
How you "Hollow Da Don" and you the 5th man in charge of your team?
I got a question, I'ma ask your people
Why I'm supposed to be scared of Hollow?
Cause he be on that murdering and torturing nigga shit?
What y'all forgot? I'm just as evil, example
I'll knock your daughter unconscious
I think she prettier when she half dead
Then I wake her up just to treat her neck like a crab leg
Then kill you while your baby boy sleep
Just so he could wake up to his dad dead
Now he need a step pops, me, gladly I'll make his bottles
Promethazine Sprite
He would stunt like his daddy
But I ain't know when to torture 'em, I'ma have fun with his death
Wait for him to start walking, let 'em chase me, then shake him
And watch him tumble down the steps
Yes I'll show you what this cat is all about
Coming in drugged up will get yo' ass drugged out
What, you got protection now?
Chopper knock his section down
Grab him by his neck and....
Unload that whole second round
Like the shit my nigga 0-Red be saying, sike!
If the nigga ain't choke so fucking much I probably could tell y'all some shit that 0-Red be saying
New York voice, I'll show 'em son
See I ran about 5 before you think about throwing 1
You wouldn't almost/might kill
I got venom in my veins your heart pump Nyquil
I got snipers with the chrome cocked
Now the witnesses can't have court...it was a long shot
And I put that on 5, you know, where Abe Lincoln at
Riding round the city, a couple shots where that Lincoln at
Nigga fuck rap, in fact, what you blinking at?
Brains in his fitted, I turn his hat to a thinking cap
What's big money to small change?
Hold on, what I tell your partner? Partido de beisbol Translation
(BALL GAME)
You already snow dat


[Round 2: Hollow Da Don]
You talk about me and Verb battle, but what you compensating for?
I gave him a lot of space out of state, but now I'm violating yours
I said this round I might act like I like his ass
Tell 'em "Come on to Paris, invite his ass"
To the top, then drop 'em from the Eiffel fast
With the speed of a Tyson jab or a motorcycle crash
Or a Roman Viking slash, then I figured why I don't like his ass
I mean in the Lou they don't like his ass
They say Hitman ain't done shit with the thumper
"I knew 'em all my life and the only thing that nigga hit is jumpers"
I said "Not Hitman, the one that pull lead out the holster." "Man that nigga wouldn't pull hot bread out a toaster
That nigga wouldn't pull a bed out a sofa
He about as useless as giving CPR with smoker lungs."
You're about as useless as a hitch hiker with a broken thumb
Ummm... back to the heckler and koch, how you want it? Stock? Toke the 50 to 100 block, drum with the hundred shot
Ride round with guns like, I ain't gotta pull a K out for y'all
I'm dope boy, when it's time to kill a nigga I let the Trey out the car
I said, with me dying fam
You got a better chance of letting the fire blam through Iron Man
Big T sticking to a diet plan and Luck getting a diaphragm
Or Blind Fury passing an eye exam
Damn I mean he's hard on a couple of blocks
Nigga I'm hard like 6 months in a box
No human contact in 6 months, that's a lot
A nigga get out, send 'em to Hollow cell
Show 'em how the pain really feel
Hoop Dreams over, razor blade to his Achilles heel
Now I can finish this with the average jail shit and just stab his ass
But I grab that water pot, wait til that water hot, then splash his ass!
It ain't hard to be a Hitman, y'all remember his 1st round?
Well just make sure your heart's numb
Dressed in all black, strapped with hollow points and a large gun
The reason you need Hollow is your victim might have a vest on when you lodge one
So when you think about it I flipped yours cause you need me to get the job done
He ain't really a Hitman so I guarantee his job is an odd one
But scratch that, I got one
I mean I know God said you shouldn't hate another brother
But I hate you, you Jimminy Cricket looking motherfucker
Look like he bout to "ribbit" in this motherfucka
I swear you done did it If the nigga ever decided to a make a Men In Black 4
They could erase the creatures' features and then attach yours
I know you like this roasting session, I'm glad
But I'm actually mad I'm a psychopath; watch me go from happy to sad
See I'm mad cause my nigga dope (?) got 2 joints
Hitman clap and get 2 points
Play Lebron, I'll have this king dome on Rucker 155
Shooters will have that half city wise, spread that half riverside
My nigga you ain't ever shoot the 10
This nigga only shoot at rims when he hoop in gyms
I guarantee if I went like this... probably shoot me then
But it'd be 6 up in his Cardinal's cap, soon as he saw the gat
Heart attack, cardiac, now doc tell his family that Hollow back
That they can't get Holla back
When I spit they say son (sun) fire, Pontiac
I come with all kinds of straps That Glock bussin'
He turkey, something I put hot stuff in (stuffing)
Take his girl, poke her face, I'm not bluffing
Lesson learned; stop cuffing
Matter fact you can cuff boo, cause that broad lame
Two words after this... Fuck you

[Round 3: Hitman Holla]
Drizzy Drake my nigga, but I heard he put his bread on Hollow
I'm upset now, only words I can say to it is that drop the bets down
But I'ma need that Young Money in cash, no checks now
If not I cross that border slowly with them Tec rounds
These extendos I brought, trust me Toronto ain't seen these many shots since Kobe left town
Beasley you help set this up, you paid
Him Smack, you got him into this mess, now you save 'em
If not I aim for his grill, toothpaste 'em
They gon have to stitch him up then shoelace him
It's war? We out on the field, my troops chase 'em
And put his body under the plane, suitcase 'em
Nigga do you not know the type of nigga that you facing? Wait, I heard you was 18 and your curfew is like 7 o'clock
How you fetch rocks?
His niggas was fighting outside
And he'll run to the window yelling "lets watch!"
Then went to school bragging on gangsta shit that happened on the next block
Nigga you wasn't built to leave out of your house, this a desktop
Knock knock
(Who is it?)
Little Gerald, who?
Man where Nigel at? Nigel?
At this 2223 Sunnyside Queens?
Yeah, cool
And this where they told me not to find him at
He said "nigga don't be knocking on my door asking me for no... Hitman, is it true?
Awww man, I'm your number one fan
Why you just ain't say it was you?
I remember you told Dolarz this where Richie lay at
You told Big T he look like Precious
You told Cortez to man up, and I was done when you told Arsonal
You told Arsonal a lot of stuff
Sorry for the attitude, you know I ain't like that"
Hollow and his sister Diamond in the house
Make your self at home, I'll be right back
I steps in, you know me watching a protect
I say "Diamond, whatup!?" she said "Heey"
Thinking in my head "oh that hoe next"
Where your brother? She said
I took about 4 steps
Knock on the door and he jumped up, did a slow stretch
I brought that machine to his room, no Bow Flex
He looked around start shaking and shit
I ain't blink on him
Knock his galore of his wall, threw his bricks on him
Uppercut, jab, jab, caught his bricks on him
Then he tried to run, but when these shots hit his back
You woulda thought I poured drinks on him
We back to the living room I give his sister a playa's rub
Took the Tec to her neck and made Diamond strip; Player's Club
I was out of breath, I should've kept it the next day
Then I got a urge, I took her to where the Mets play
Make a long story short, she was shining and I hurt her
Here's the riddle go to the baseball field y'all can find Diamond in the dirt
That shit you spit, bubblegum, yeah, I'm talking to your mother's son
Let him act up, I'll set trip on stage and even throw his brother some
And y'all will see Hollow's hollowed like I'm shooting at another gun
You ain't the blast shells type, you a fag frail dyke
Man you pussy, you walk around with vagisil wipes
After his battles, who's 2nd to where he's at?
Soon as I let the nigga, New York City was yelling "he's back!"
Easy!
Snow dat!
Get em the fuck outta here!
Cowabunga!
Them slogans, all lame
Anybody can "zip em up!" but can you step in it with a Ball Game
BALL GAME!

[Round 3: Hollow Da Don]
Hitman said he's gonna kill Drake, he better up his security
I mean he was willing to bet a Maybach on me
But Murphy Lee only had a Mercury
Oh it gets worse, Kyjuan only had a Nissan
So get your big dog and let him know you fuckin' with a winner
I'm glad you know the boy Nelly, now tell em call Kelly cause you stuck in a Dilemma
3rd round this the status, y'all see we both battled, but I'm better at it
He's worn out so like a hand me down and I let him have it
If shit get tragic, clip the 'matic
He'll be the first nigga Rocked like Lenny Kravitz
Or get the bigger `matic, click and clack it
And let the chopper lift him up like Inspector Gadget
Nigga you wouldn't swing a tennis racket
Body bag? Last thing you zipped was a leather jacket
And the last thing he squeezed was a ketchup packet
Now peep what the facts is
When Ars said fuck your city I knew it was more than rivalry
Especially from your block I seen
You had your goons behind you and you said you was gon ride on G
I swear I believed in you on honestly
So when he put his arm around your neck and spit in your ear
I said, "oh, it's time to beef..."
Nothing happened now you owe me an apology cause I'm feeling like you lied to me
You did the same shit he did against Rex but tried to pull his hoe card
So now I'ma pull your card and prove that y'all both frauds
I mean Ars is a sometimes gang banger, the worst sort of Crip And you're such a fake Blood that you belong in a horror flick
But I mean, he reps "Ball Game!" what the fuck is that?
Is there a meaning behind it or do you just like to scream it and rhyme it?
Fuck what you believe in, I'm riding back to keeping it violent
I raise hell, these clips got demons inside 'em
This beef, not Hardee's, this Chopper, not Harley's
Long joint, Bob Marley, big shot, Rob' Horry
Talk shit I show up on your block shorty, cock 40's
Til they air outside like a block party
If I decide that I ain't liking 'em Then I'ma place vitamins with percocets and vicodins
Put hooks on the wall to hang 'em on my door like the (?) Take 'em apart, his chest open
Take out his heart, try to roof his intestines til they swing from the arch
So when his moms identifies the body
And ask why he ain't got those parts?
Then the doctor pass my message, "mam, your son ain't got no heart"
I got it locked and have lean on me, Joe Clark
I spit on his grandma like "shut up bitch you old fart"
This rider bout as dangerous as a go cart
Dreams stop, ghosts start, slingshots, no Bart
That Wingstop I was so lost I mean what was that bar about?
Oh let me guess You ate at the restaurant and thought it out?
Good way to force it out
Now as y'all can see, this nigga's dumb
And it's only so much longer y'all battle rappers could run
Y'all know I don't sound like that
This nigga actually ended a round like that
Nigga rhyming run and done, you'll never get the crowd like that
This gullible ass nigga, you snow we don't get down like that I said if Nelly under able to pay me, who run the label?
He won't be stable, I spark like jumper cables
Doctor put his meat on the table, he rip the dust and the navels
He'll survive but his stomach need 100 staples
Remember I took you to Trump towers and you got head from the broad?
Well I hit it before, she said mine was an AK and if yours was a gun
She don't know what it'd be called
I could tell from your business moves I get more cheddar than bol
In this battle I got more bread than you saw
And just to throw it in, my shirts are better than yours
Aye, this how I know when it come to rapping he ain't about shit
I mean I stood up here and changed into 3 outfits
And he ain't freestyle one word about it
I mean, nigga you couldn't improvise?
Nigga you couldn't memorize?
Well this is the Ultimate Rap League, for that you get penalized
You don't gang bang fam', you watch Gangland
Nigga I supply me some Russians the real hitman to leave your boys in destruction
Take you out to Arizona and dress you in football team apparel
So when we bury you in that Cardinals
It's perfect, it fits Gerald (Fitzgerald) LOM you already snow dattt!