URLtv – Rosenberg Raw Vs JC lyrics

[Round 1: JC]
Wassup lil fat nigga?
I know what you thinkin' right, the nerve of me
Problem is you alone, I'm at home
There's not one shook nerve in me
Welcome to the Midwest, Yak town we in here?
It's game time
See we hate guys with fake lives
About 10 minutes out here can change lives
We live what you rap 'bout
Shit you act out could get yo brain fried
They won't find you
A stack will turn a amber alert into a First 48 crime
Most I could say, you average
Not a lot to say, that shit stops today
My flow too toll booth: you cross me you gotta pay
I hope you listen
'Cause bein' too hood niggas known for slippin'
I seen ya type, no one's different
If you street, I'm Road Commission
Fuck ya life, you in my state, I could get you touched tonight
Talk that shit, my goons gon' be on yo ass Huggie tight
I already know your approach
You gon' talk about how you slangin' them drugs
You got killas on deck, you hang with them thugs
But you already lost to a nigga from the Mitten
You OJ Simpson: niggas thought you was the killer
But the shit ain't look the same when it came to the Glove
Welcome nigga, you see-through
I could get you Glad-wrapped and trash-bagged
One finger get shit open, I'm iPhone app fast
Dip shit, my clique sick, misfits when that shit spit
Ready with Rockets, get out of pocket, you better be Vick quick
When shit get thick, out here reppin' time mean weapon time
Tools out, big metal, shit could fold a Decepticon
I don't care what lane you in
If you in my street I'll swerve into 'em
Heat to his scalp, put that burner to him and perm it through him
Knives up, see how I'm cut, I bring surgeons to him
Please b, yo act TV
Out here you don't ask about real niggas, you come see me
See right now you look uncomfortable
And you know what happen when I was battlin' him
So jumpin' in fires after him won't help either one of you
You wanted that street shit and all the way now you felt tough
So call home, tell 'em you got beef with them gloved up goons
And see how fast your help come
We search where you at before you get to yellin' with yo fat ass
You jump in between that bread niggas'll knock jelly out yo fat ass
My niggas ride different, we catch you in traffic, raid ya van
Shots to his brain, change his plans
Every nigga I hang with blam
I'm armed with the cannon like Mega Man
I don't gotta aim it man, to box y'all up I could pay shooters
And like Frank Lucas have the bitches chop Raw up
Welcome nigga, let's make music
I got that AR-16 with rockets flyin'
Breeze through, make him eat clips (Eclipse) to stop his shine
I'm tryna shootout that class of 2011
And right there I wasn't tryna rhyme
I meant literally: shoot out class
I will Columbine every nigga on that dotted line
Shit get personal when them curtains move
I'll put up that purse for you, it's gon' hurt to move
Security won't work for you
You about to get broken off
And I do not mean like paid, I mean like literally broken dawg
I'm hopin' y'all got the endurance
To endure the shit that I wrote for dawg
Example: I catch your whole family on the sofa Raw
Kick in the door, children and hoes, I rope 'em all
Ain't no celebration but I got the toast for y'all
Your bitch get tore up like warm-ups when the coaches call
See you provoked this Raw, you know this shit hot
Since yo kids tied the only way they escape that heavy metal is if they Slip Knots
If not, then nigga I'm bustin'
And I'll get rid of this big bitch family faster than Jennifer Hudson
Hold up! You just lost round one


[Round 2: JC]
Somethin' told me yo fat ass would come at me like this
Sucks for you fat nigga, round 1 was the light shit
Now it's time for that vice grip
Put an end to all that trife shit 'cause shit get crucial
Your style's so fuckin' generic, I know it better than you do
Example: the street approach
We've seen it, take a different route
All you doing is tryna convince yourself
That you this nigga that you spit about
Change ya pitch, ya words goofy, you sound strange as shit
And nobody believes the four's will dump
If you sound like Forrest Gump when you say the shit
But back to us, I got dollars I automatically dump
I call them savages up
Niggas that approach all static with pumps
They'll attack that area where you stashin' ya lunch
Then put a hole straight through you
Now yo niggas can watch yo back from the front
That's real beef, they for real eat, my guys bringin' harm
Move eights, it's too late to find the alarm
Y'all remind me of Ray Charles
When shit get ugly, it's clear you don't wanna fuck with it
Just by the size of the arms
We body bringin', shotty squeezin', yo fam in a lobby screamin'
ER got doc's tryna jigsaw puzzle body pieces
They will kill, keep tools clappin'
While dude's actin', Hugh Jackman: I'm Real Steel
I'll show up in yo hometown
Ready to ride on him, no Polo now
4-4 knock yo hoes out
With that can I black out Four Loko style
You know what time it is
This is what real life rhymin' is
And though the line is thin, this is exactly what define us men
Niggas like you create that image, try to buy your fans
Real niggas see the image but it's just a hologram
See my niggas will go where I'm at
They stay ready to squeeze Uzi's
Problems? I'll have my whole set on the road like that Speed movie
These groupies remind me of bitches, y'all got the same symptoms
Claimin' y'all loyal to the block, y'all got that thang with you
But when money comin' off that white, loyalty the last thing in 'em
Them starvin' hoes turn Mario
Soon as you hit that brick you see the change in 'em
Let me find the pigeons fly off yo block and it ain't a dumb front
We loadin' trucks up, hittin' that bitch ready to Duck Hunt
And see I ain't gettin' halfway mean
Nigga I will put out a blunt on yo face to keep my ashtray clean
I will show you niggas how to act
Take you to where them ridaz at
Let 'em run in ya shit while you sleep and give him a stocking cap
Let me drop a fact, I don't know a nigga cold as me
So it's gon' cost checks to the nigga I cross next/necks like a rosary
I'm ready for whatever, that tool will melt
You and any dude that help
And these knuckles will make a G buckle like Gucci belts
That shit with Time Bomb was a warm up
Y'all still got to see me spar
He got to talkin', I had to put the live shit at a pause like DVR
So if I'm two deep, I'm loaded, so is the man with me
Pringles style, when you pop don't stop 'til the can empty
You just lost round 2


[Round 3: JC]
Niggas like you get on, get shine
And immediately get to changin' they style
That's that fraudulent shit
The cloth that my clique cut from not available now
It's called real
Niggas who don't know how fraud feel, y'all come ride with 'em
But you niggas jumpin' at oncomin' traffic to collide with 'em
You not street
You ever had a nigga who knew every block rule, popped tools and stayed on the block deep
Nice hand game and can box sweet
But could look you dead in yo eyes
Point blank range, pop heat and not blink?
Yeah nigga, you got me
A young nigga that ain't scared of shit, I embrace this shit
I could bang a clip and flame a spliff while the barrel lit
You could get hit with all types of bottles
We live by that Nike motto, the name is real
Talkin' will get the nigga you came with killed
'Cause they blazin' steel in the time it take for you to say you will
That's that Yak shit, niggas blast
Shit get bad we turn mechanic: I throw my hood up
They leave all you (oil) leakin' like the engine bad
You a "would do" nigga
All these stories about what's gon’ happen basic
Honestly it don't show that you hood, it show imagination
See real niggas laugh when lames just talk about the matics blazin'
But you should know hood code
We on the "wait 'til I catch you" basis
All I'm hearin' is Rosenberg Raw is vicious
Dawg just listen, the boy be spittin
But they meant literally, fat boy got that lisp
Them "S" words is what cause all that spittin'
But see that's another bad vibe to a hood nigga, dawg suspicious
Round here niggas who can't control they tongue?
We call 'em snitches
So know I'm doin' what I can to make these niggas not rush you
Before you speak on a hood nigga
Realize you got all the hood symptoms to make niggas not trust you
Now I done caught fat boy on a doze off
There's lanes in these streets you don't cross
I will send a slug that'll throw him through the sky
Then stop by to Heaven to drop his soul off
You think muggin' get my people scared?
Muggin' is a evil stare
If they follow you home the first time
The second time they'll meet you there
You don't know the type of shit I'm in
My men will catch you at your mom's house
And leave Rose planted in the garden, he'll fit right in
I could give a fuck if you dig me or believe me, hell
Most niggas don't understand 'til they feel it, it's like readin' braille
Losin' gon' be a win-win to you niggas, it's a fact
To y'all broads, I'm OnStar: you lost but I'll still get you on the map
Speakin' of maps, you in my house
So know it's nothin' to pull a homi in the club
Know this, there's no prints when you catch bodies in the Glove
Right now I'm for all types of action
Pipes and ratchets, snipes and stab him
I put the Glove on then slide out like I'm Michael Jackson
It's like that, long range snipe that, get a blade slice that
Or put pumps on right where they pump life at
I'm a fuckin' specialist, catch this pussy unexpected
We know he don't tuck the weapon
Don't Raw mean unprotected?
I'll bust the Desert, then the fif' slide out
You are in a city I know inside out
The clip blaze then the switchblades leave his insides out
My men ride out, so if it's disrespect I'll get this homo popped
When that can peel 'cause I'm a man steeled like RoboCop
Please Rose, second mic with that .4-5 I squeeze Rose
Thought you was the one, that bullshit don't fly in the D, Rose
You got did dirty in Jersey then washed by Qleen, Rose
This shit pitiful nigga
I gotta kill all y'all, y'all ain't even hospitable nigga
First Time Bomb, this ass-whoopin' meant for you nigga
I am all over PA like a principal nigga
Lie to these niggas, tell 'em how you grip and blam Uzi's
How you in the 7 with the Eagle, you just a Vick fan, truly
If it's real beef, my goons is in that big van cruising
Hop out wavin' a AK like a fan in the Sixth Man movie
You just lost a battle