URLtv – Ms. Hustle Vs O'fficial lyrics

[Round 1: Ms. Hustle]
O’fficial, O’fficial, O’fficial, I wish you wasn’t so predictable
But since I know you, bitch, I came with a counter for all the shit you’ll do
You’re gonna bring up the fight, wow, how original
I mastered your style, let me get in the character route real quick for you
“This bitch ain’t got the Glock on her, she was p-noid
Phara had her breaking on the street like a b-boy
How the fuck she say she gangster and she keep toys?
When Phara grabbed her hair, she was the last dragging like Bruce Leroy
Hustle a whole ho out'cheah, she probably forgave her
The way Phara was around punching back to back, I thought I trained her”
Bitch please
Ming, Ming, Ming
You had your 15 minutes, Phara, bitch, I let you live in that fame
But this the most views you ever had in your life, I let you eat off my name
I mean if you would’ve marketed right, you could’ve been on this stage
But you wasn’t shit after that hit in the summer, you Trinidad James
Bitch, you mad lame, you be thinking you snapping
Bringing up that fight every battle like you was there when it happened
Come to think of it, Ahdi and Born behind all of that rapping
So you’re used to using other people punches to get a reaction
See bitch I’m just asking, you said I couldn’t punch with you, right? Please, mami
This gon’ be a IG model, a mean body
Long nose for the bullshit, don’t need Scottie
Bat to this bitch mouth on stage, now she’s Ozzy
*swoo*, *swoo*, sever your leader, Team Homi
Guaranteed they’ll be looking for prints, King Joffrey
I don’t believe this bitch go ham, she’s aki
Any bitch walking dead like we zombies
Copy, you don’t know who the fuck you’re warring with?
It ain’t nothing to shoot O men then give this whore a click
It’s unfortunate, I heard your little friend and Hemi had a PG, I heard his opponent was a semi sparker
But you, you ain’t showed up to watch him get cooked in front of you, I guess you don’t like Benihanas
I mean the nerve of you, bitch, they said he wrote your raps, Hemi said y’all had a friendly offer
That’s why you got so much drive, I wonder how much Hemi charged her
I mean the shit awkward, all these motherfucking gun bars, I doubt you’ll let a real dessy blow
But me, I don’t hold grudges, I will get it go
[?] piece through your chest, I kill let her know
Jay Rock from South Central, I got the steel ready, yo
And it’s real heavy though, red dot on the cannon like I record with it
Army fatigues on, I go to war with it
I got a sweeper that clean house, I do chores with it
The kick back got me playing tug-o-war with it
You’re not at all with it, you’ll get rocked with the hands, Hov logo
I’ll rock her and you two, I’m so Bono
You pussy, you need a thousand bitches to go loco
One niggas bring two niggas, two niggas bring three, man I’m just trying to catch O solo
So O, you said you was from New Orleans, and you do voodoo, and you [?], bitch please
I’m from Guyana where that shit is a religion, ma
Would’ve thought a nigga was settling down the way we cut them chickens off
When you spit your bars, I don’t believe that shit you talk
You don’t remind me of a voodoo priest, your pen ain’t sticking, doll
I’ve been getting calls, heard you digging up dirt just to use in your intro
Them dirty battle bitches gave you personals, so fuck them as far as friends go
I even heard that Queen of the Ring nigga was giving you info
But you nothing like Smokey, no matter how hard Debo push you, you ain’t getting this win though
Bitch, I been dope, if you say otherwise, it’s a lie yo
I’ll run up on her, ‘cause y’all said I couldn’t by O
Go ‘head and try, O, get exactly what you asked for
I still got a chip on my shoulder from the last whore
I’ll pistol whip you if you look at me wrong, fuck I got to blast for?
Over that grill, the gun will hit hard, just ask Norbes


[Round 1: O’fficial]
I said I never battled a bitch and felt like it was on sight
I would beat your ass, Hustle, but you probably won’t fight
So I’ma keep it rap right now, but you caught me on the wrong right
And this the first time I get to kill a bitch I actually don’t like
I beat Jaz and C3, you got to send the best to beat me
I bury bitches at the bottom of the ocean next to seaweed
When I shake the can and spray, it ain’t left graffiti
Y’all think Ebony queen until I put a big cap on her head like Nefertiti!
My art is sick, so it’s not gon’ be funny
Yeah I gave Jaz the blues, it was a wrap, who’s stopping me, dummy?
Yeah I’m country, get rocked with heavy metal, watch her body be bloody
Like Nicki Minaj, bitch, I’m going pop for the money
You suck hard, to see can D get soft, Now and Laters
All it takes is numbers to get a flip reciprocal, but you trying to save her?
With only a fraction of the votes, she was whore of the year
Shit, I ain’t trying to play her, but she will let any common D nominate her
Me and my siblings let it sing together like Sister Sledge
So try me, and I’ma have this horse talking through the chopper like Mr. Ed
She number one? She went from the top of the post to the bottom, but she can slay the thug?
Well it’s gon’ be trouble, trouble, if I pull out the mac and it don’t scare the Blood
At least a ray will make her strip, if not, I’ma spray the snub
Either way, Ebony will be forced to take the pipe like Player’s Club
Tryna take E could’ve killed you, but you let Hart save you
Like polo, to be the man on top, all I got to do is get this horse labeled
As a phony, talking ‘bout she be doing drive bys, stop, this horse fable
Get your head shot out the window, bow, y’all gon’ have to check to see if this heart’s stable
And versus Gattas, you punched more than you ever did, we need to grasp the fact
And we know that them avvo niggas was the one that mastered that
You sounding like Sir Lancelot, so this will be the first night we finna cancel that
I guess you was Drake and Lance was Quentin Miller, ‘cause out of nowhere, you started punching back to back
So I been nice, so don’t say I had a co-writer
‘Cause you’ll be looking meek after you get dissed if you say I have a ghostwriter
I said I can dance gun bars around you, watch how I spit this line
I can take your nigga, I bet a mill he rock with the dime
I got a Shaneney ratchet, bitch don’t make me whip the nine
‘Cause I come off the hips moving with arms swinging around, Hit the Quan
We already know she predictable, what you gon’ say?
“Fuck you, you big ho, I’ll hit you with something that’ll leaves a big O”
I’m Hustle, so y’all should already know I could flip O”, bitch, no
Or what, I can’t beat Hustle for sure?
Or how it’s ludicrous how I stand in front of Hustle and flow
Hustle, just go, y’all think she come before me
I re placed her, then replaced her
Y’all knew she couldn’t beat Hart, that’s why y’all let E raise her
I’m not going for an L, aye, don’t let me scream lake her
‘Cause y’all gon’ see the kid drive the five like Speed Racer
And you’re going to sleep after these shots, that’s a dream chaser
First round, personal, second round, bars
Third round, y’all gonna regret putting this bitch on your card
Lightest round


[Round 2: Ms. Hustle]
Y’all think Jaz getting fucked or what? I mean really, in her mouth or butt?
And y’all know that other slut need a tummy tuck
So yo Nunu Nellz, I’m here today, bitch, I’ll fuck you up
All you bitches read from the same script
How I’m broke, I’m a ho, and my baby father ain’t shit
And oh yeah, I’m a bad mother, I mean it’s apparent you will
The first time I heard it, it bruised my ego, but now that shit don’t do damage for real
All them months you popped shit, I managed to chill
But today, I’m here to whoop this lil bitch ass since I got bad parenting skills
For real, you said I was jealous ‘cause you got Lady Luck first, that had me through with bitches
Oh I’ve been gave up on Luck, I ain’t superstitious
You think these niggas fuck with you, they be using bitches
They only want to use you for the brand, that’s True Religion
I be moving different, let’s do the math, to sum it up, this bitch average
She try to alter what I do like this marriage
I got a big matic, you shoot it, it show cases, this talent
Something official on my hip, that’s a big ratchet
Man this shit practice, you the gun bar queen, right? Well I hope the tool is with you
This is just a couple of principles, I’ma school O’fficial
Here’s what you do, O’fficial, you got to really back that shit up when you say that lead is dumping
What’s that to bluffing, ‘cause soon as you step, I show you this sig, ma, while my bitches yelling “cap her”, and I ain’t tryna pledge to nothing
Question, what you gonna say? I ain’t really Su Wuing?
Bitch I brought the homies with me, and they’re ready to steal like they was looting
We don’t whine for the bread, we do this
They’ll catch a body for the blood, this communion
Bitch, you stupid? I be hearing you say you’re pretty, gorgeous
Let’s come clean, whore, you’re a big nigga bitch a nigga will never cop some lean for
If it ain’t my face, then it’s my ass, but you’re not the one they fiend for
You’re the big bitch a nigga be mad as hell they have to take one for the team for
You’ll never find a good boy that will like you for your looks, whore
‘Cause when a nigga look at you, all he think about is football, good call
Every time you speak my name, bitch, it’s Hustle this, Hustle that, Hustle you a ho
But Rex said you got the best head, his whole crew will know
Nah, I’m lying, he said you blew Mook like hookah smoke
But you from New Orleans, it’s only right you give super dome
You’re a stupid ho, what’s your coffin size? You done lost your mind, why you take shots?
Two shotties, call it bukkake, that’s a face shot
You can get the whole cartridge, this is when the game stop
You can never for real, you Cruella de Vil, you got to face balls for trying to take spots
You and them bitches smoking on the same rock, y’all overdosing
Twenty, twenty, I brought a 40, I’m over focused
Nuborn wrote that shit? Those the words you’re quoting?
Cool, your writer can get it too, I’ll air Born like tuberculosis
Bitch, I’m focused, the beast is back, you might want to leave it rap
‘Cause if I run up and sock her, I should get a fee for that
Go ‘head and pull your strap, you ain’t squeezing that
Would’ve thought my kid was acting up in the car seat how I be reaching back
Let’s speak some facts, I ain’t even have to take this, I had a hundred choices
But you, you stole that Hasbro line from Bonnie, I’m not the one you want to toy with
I’ll clap you then come back to the scene if I want to point it
In other words, I’ll fire then check, that’s unemployment
Ever since I touched this stage the first time, I broke Hart, so I don’t show love to bitches
All y’all salty, so I might give slugs to bitches
Oh y’all G’d up? Okay, the thugs can witness
Soon as I X O bitch, ain’t no hugs and kisses
Fuck you bitches


[Round 2: O’fficial]
Since we’re talking ‘bout stealing, I told C3 “that chopper pick niggas up with no warning, that’s a slave ship” and went gold
You said versus Gattas “it’s gon’ be bodies on top of bodies, that’s a slave ship” bitch, no
You took my shit and said it like it been yours
Bitch if you steal another bar, we be approaching you with ten fours
This bitch be quick to pass the pussy out like demos
Wow, I’ll be quick to air heads like bimbos
I’m from New Orleans, you can’t end O
I’ll hit your kinfolks they like to scrap
You’ll be waiting on Twitter, what type of life is that?
You’ll be quick to snitch online, I guess she the type to rat
And y’all know I land more bars than where Rikers at
I brought a box to you, PS, you don’t know how to deliver shit, enough of your gibberish
Your fam jump in, I’ll leave your bloods leaking like a hemorrhage
Like orientation, I’m ‘bout to show you what the business is
You bitches can’t fuck with my penmanship
That’s why you need a danny
And you’ll be acting like you’re a great mom, you need a granny
You’ll be leaving your daughter alone, she’ll need a mammy
You’re like Tay Roc, every time you go out to get the D, you’ll need a nanny
I’ll kill you then spit on you, put my slob on blood
With them B’s, man I’ll hit this live on blood
And to tell the truth, I don’t really think this [?] on blood
And if so, she ain’t putting work, she had to slob on bloods
[?] gon let her scream blood, the choice is yours
But that’s gon’ get slime dropped on her head like the Kids' Choice awards
I said bitch, you should give more mouth and less lip
You will have less views if you had less hips
And y’all gon’ think she the shit, until you see that tec lift
‘Cause I’ll let it [?] in the face to see if she set trip
Fuck it, you’ll get hit with the mini pump like short stroking
Say nigga, I will fire your ass like Hulk Hogan
When I cook, it’s tough, your bars tender
So I got to give you them bucks for the shots, you’re a bartender
Good thing I started off with them bucks, Kareem Jabbar, nigga
You’ll get your guts cut when you go through these rounds like a cigar splitter
And you’re always talking about how you gon’ bet the bitch ass, bitch please ‘cause you fake
I guess you got tourettes, all them outbursting, you don’t mean what you say
And in the first verse, I ain’t have not one Phara line
I’ll beat your ass too, don’t make me have to get that clarified
If she snap back, I’ma be on it like the New Era sign
So since she is slime, she can get these punches like Muhammad or the Phara kind
You was picking on Phara for what? You thought she was a ho because she little?
You went to the BX to box, just be happy O wasn’t in the middle
You went on her block, you were supposed to beat her until the beautiful gone
I’m not a mortician, I couldn’t make up that body that was at Funeral home
Flatline

[Round 3: Ms. Hustle]
You joined NWX, let me guess, ‘cause they said they get the Glocks involved?
Shine must’ve told you he animal, that’s what the fuck you think he wilding for?
And we all know Big T get his “boo boo boo bocka” on
I mean you say you a gangster, but I question the topic more
What you ever shot before? This is where DNA comes in, ‘cause I don’t know if you really pop for sure
Let’s stop it whore, y’all said she would 3-0 me, I’m like “why though?”
Y’all wishing me luck but got me stumped, this ain’t Apollo
I’m at your door, I’ll knee and sneak her, that’s Rosco
My tool blow, I’ll let that boom go quicker than Melato
Bitch you ever felt the hollow? Fuck you gonna do when your mans is fleeing from hammers squeezing?
If I hold it close to his heart like a family secret, family grieving
They’ll be falling out here like cancer treatment
So many pounds in the air, would’ve thought it was a Panther meeting
Damn I’m seasoned, go ahead and rub me the wrong way, we’ll see how quick shit’ll spiral
I’ll pay my bitches to get the job done, I’ve supervise you
I give the cut on the arm like I’m suicidal
Those your bitches? Cool, they could get it too, they’ll share the clip, it’ll go viral
Bitch I don’t like you, how you gon’ protect yourself behind bars without a shank?
Give her cuts, no weigh trainer, get her body shaped
Show her true colors when I brush her, that’s body paint
I’m A1 when it come to beef, ‘cause it’s a lot at steak
Got it, wait, when I line her, make sure I got it straight
What I need from you is understanding, when the ratchet just kicking, you cannot escape
Let’s conversate, before I touch this URL stage, Smack ain’t like female battles, he was ignoring you bitches
No contracts, no contacts, not a call to do business
If you deny it, then you lying, I know all of you witnessed
I was like the perfect gentleman, I opened doors for you bitches
But you a lying little bitch, you had us thinking you was from New Orleans
A little birdie told me you’re from Opelousas, Louisiana, that’s the type of corny shit that you do
You remind me of Laura London from ATL, fronting like you’re from the hood
Now it’s understood how all of a sudden, you’re so cool with Nunu, bitch you cuckoo
I thought you was from the 5th ward like you be letting fifths off
Like if I came at you backwards, you would jump like Kriss Kross
You trying to live somebody else’s life, that shit got me pissed off
I ain’t understand, but now I see, O, you Rick Ross
I’ll get this bitch tossed, y’all said she would kill me, I told her choose the weapon
Y’all said when she go all in my face, I just might lose aggression
Y’all asked will I sit calm when I ride up, such a stupid question
Just know, when that pearl bitch hanging out the window, it ain’t 227
Who you pressing? I let all of y’all witness, I’m beyond vexed
I’m Denzel in that complex, I got case for all y’all bitches
Go call them niggas, I know they wrote for you ‘cause you want to be that top bitch
I had those niggas in mind, I knew those two would like chopsticks
But trust me, this is not it, I seen it easily, you’re Eazy-E, I already know how you got sick
And you like gossip, chatting with these bitches, laughing how my nigga be doing me dirty, well I’m glad it worked
‘Cause a little birdie told me your boyfriend, Kaleen, was fucking DNA’s ex, Cookie, while y’all was together, I know that got to hurt
I mean I wasn’t even gon’ go personal with you, but you inspired and push me, you was trying it, rookie
I thought Kaleen was Lucious the way he tried to build the empire with Cookie

[Round 3: O’fficial]
I said you think you could beat me, Hustle? Not today
When I see you, you ain’t say nothing, but online, you got a whole lot to say
And I been seeing nothing but bars since Danny got me locked way
Why? ‘Cause I’m fresh off that deck of that Jaz bitch, Billie Holiday
I’m aiming at everyone around you, don’t get hit, Hustle
Like selling candy on a train in New York, I’m legit, Hustle
Strap on the waist, and it ain’t got a big buckle
Huge ratchet, get a round to your niggas like Ms. Hustle
Big duffle, filled with ammo, I got bad intentions
I’ll clean erase her after this missile, that’s detention
Calm it down, or get wiped out, that’s extension
Or get pocket checked with a shotgun next to top, that’s Redemption
And wait a minute, did she lose to the big head bitch?
Exactly, so don’t go and get a big head, bitch
Chopper loaded up with nothing but big heads, bitch
Your girl’s with you? Good, ‘cause them brats dog up for every big head bitch
You will be a big dead bitch, you will get flat ironed acting wild here
Then I got bucks for your kid like child care
Unload then grab the extra clip when the fire cleared
Is like you caught a flat, cause the fifth will give you the entire spare
You call yourself Hustle? For what? You’re a welfare broad
The only hustle you got is welfare fraud
So keep talking all that fly shit, and I’ma grab the tool
And the lead will get stuck in your head like a catchy tune
Soon as I look down on a target, bitch, your ass is doomed
Trust exercise with Ahdi, arms out to catch a boom
You see this sweeper I got, it ain’t your average broom
This ring will wet this bitch like a happy groom
Think trashy room, you got a messy flow
This tool like Chef Trez, it spit that heat and next to blow
I been bringing war to your city since the levies broke
And you been begging for Lady Luck for like four years
That’s right, the new bitch, handing out black eyes and broke ribs
Then I came and drew Luck first like the Colts did
I’m trying to take you all out, whoever rose get the fade like Amber with the bald scalp
Talk all that shit and I would cab in your hood like a log house
You got all them raggedy teeth in that small mouth
You’re over here getting this work and couldn’t call out
Lost so many battle, shit I done lost count
Now she said she was gonna eat, hey, that’s right out of the whore’s mouth
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