URLtv – Rum Nitty Vs Charlie Clips lyrics

[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
So this what the big stage look like, I'm happy to be here finally
Bars got me here, they say, "You have to have more than that if you beating Charlie."
I say, "Fuck that, cause if he slack it'll be a homi."
And every nigga that Stand By Me traveled to see a body
Let's get it poppin'
I hope you took me serious or I'ma end Clips
Fuck freestyling, he gon' have to rap for real to win clips
Big shit, what I'm palming is a .50
Point blank, off his head...Monica Lewinsky
Think I won't fill him up? With these hollows then you trippin'
You'll be a fool, Clips, thinking that I won't pop it 'till it's empty
They ask me, "Nitty, why you always rap about guns?"
Cause I let 'em blow like that
And I really had .45's in the coat like that
You ain't creeping with the four's, you don't tote like that
Miss Celie on the porch: you don't cutthroat like that
Bet I can hit your main bitch, doggy-style for a hundred dollars
Fuck her proper
Make her lift the cakes up from behind like "Let's become the chopper" BRRRRRRR!
But I'm so fuckin' mean with it
I can bring that shit back and make a whole 'nother scheme with it
Coppertop rotate out the barrel when I'm squeezing it
I lift up and a round spin in your chest, like Steams did it!
When you beat Rex, it got to your head my nigga
You got overconfident, been lazy, start showing up extra unprepared
I don't know if you just ain't give a fuck no more or if the feeling wasn't there
But you fucked up in like 30 straight battles, the fans done had it up to here
You like them niggas that made "Rump Shaker"
Pause...you took Rex and affected your career
But if niggas wanna shoot, it's whatever, then
Let's begin, I hold the thing high... Light Clips, ESPN
And get close, FN under your extra chin BOW
He get the Hollow point, upward like he throwing L.O.M
And I say fuck the haters, I got to ignore 'em
Talking 'bout the stage big...
I'll pull something big on the stage and have the wildest performance
Lil' snub in a jim star ride with 'em on me
That's the blade in the nose I go Rodman on 'em
But niggas in my city they say beat you up
You know leave you slumped
That's why I brought down the 30 fo', let it ring on Charles
That's exactly what Phoenix want
You know the game hater, I keep one tucked
Fuck a straight razor, think Jada
He'll get a bald head before he sees a cut
What up? Or I swoop through, .2-2's bustin' 'em
Trying to stop Clips with a round in the middle like Youtube buffering
Bow!
You went from Lux, to Hollow, to me: nice fuck-up
How you expect your career to take flight, when you don't write, brother?
Shout out to niggas actually writing, cause this 'bout who raps the nicest
Fuck your views, them numbers can turn into casket prices
Shotgun out, your family dying
Soon as this 12 racks back like Danny tried it
My last two ran through, you saw that shit
But it's easier
Bootleg at the theater: I'll walk through Clips
Real shit, you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide, or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yourself)


[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
You wanna spit all punches tonight in a small room, no filler fine
Do me a favor stop stealing, cause that whole Wallace shit was Chilla line
And you brought how I battled Lux
How I went from Lux to Rex to Hollow fine
Once again stop stealing, that Wright Brother was Hollow line
Now I'ma bar every peace of blood outta this Crip nigga
As you can see Nitty it's already over slime
Everyday I get asked am I NWX, no it's just in my DNA for me to over shine (K Shine)
I'ma cancel Nitty life if he play with the clock, but Rain check and make sure that this nigga don't over rhyme
Hey your squad named "4th Quarter" right? Good, you know better that play with me and go overtime
Now word is Nitty gonna kill Clips, cool once again I have to remind you
For the record I don't play, it's a scratch in the vinyl
Niggas like Nitty love frontin' until it's two bullet attacking his spinal
And this Smith come out the shirt more that JR after the finals
I grab Nitty by his collar he holla "You got the wrong man"
Tell him we on real nigga time, then clock him with the long hand
Pull the deuce deuce out, then put it back I had the wrong plan
I forget he from Arizona, it's only right you get the long can'
But I don't need a gun, if a blade on deck you'll get the neck shaved
If I need a gun, screenshot I keep a TEC (text) saved
Hit your head, your wig doin' 360 but don't expect waves
Ironic how I left his top steamin' with two 9's, but ain't that Chess age?
Hold up y'all know what? I'm so mothafuhin' mean with it
Let's bring that all Steams thing back and do a whole 'nother scheme with it
See you tried to use Steams and Chess but my nigga we go hard, you can tell what it's like when we really schemin'
Like I have your girl on her chest with her cakes up, oh now he really steamin'
Double Impact we taggin' this bitch now, she really screamin'
Basically I fucked your fox cause you was throwing up 4th Quarter like you Willie Beamen
Fuck your squad, this 4th Quarter? Well, these the niggas that i'm tryna murk
Look at you throwing up 4th Quarter, you wanna iron shit out, that's until the iron squirt
I don't give a fuck about none of your niggas, as far as I'm concerned they can all lie in dirt
Hey Jaz, ain't we in July? So what's wrong with showin' the 4th how the fire works?
But I don't need a gun, once again this is a reminder
This'll lay you out and this one here's the recliner
Basically they hook the same, this Future and this Desiigner
Y'all know why I'm mad ?
A bitch I fuck with gon' tell me "You gotta watch Nitty" that nigga troublesome
She watched me drink Henny straight and then she thinks I'ma fail with Rum
That bitch double dumb
I'm telling you now stay in your lane lil' nigga or you gon' find out where these bullets coming from
And your girl gon' drink Henny straight cause after this she won't fuck with Rum


[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Didn't Magic already put you in a bag ? Look at his face stop he lyin'
Actin' like he ain't zip 'em up like Tay Roc
Fuck a leg shot I make sure this hit face
I gave the pussy eight in the front; Cardi B mixtape
But if I really shoot, they hittin' stations, then it get the singin'
They hit the station
Shit change when clips pop...they giving statements
Watch your mouth, niggas get zipped up over they tongues that's Gary Payton's
But Roc and Tsu is hidin', guess they ain't suicidal
Well Ali is how I'll leave you, for duckin' war I come remove the titles
Charlie get the runnin' off of me, then this toolie light 'em
Soon as he dip, it air on his back like he's scuba diving
You use four bar setups, just for one punch
Me I can flip out with two bars, I ain't wasting none Chuck (nun chuck)
Gun tucked, wherever I catch you you murdered at
Unload, reload give you a extra Hollow round; that's a dirty batch but fuck that
I see a lot of niggas hatin' like I ain't deserving Clips
Like I ain't been snatching my respect and really earn this shit
But you looking for a nigga to take me out, stop searching it
Cause I done put in work since the birth Mark, my spot permanent
I swerve the strip, tryna bag somethin'
Take your last 100$, Birdman
Picking up this AR for your Cash Money
Tell your man run it, 'fore I bust a move
Lil' deuce deuce ... Kevin Gates, it's coming from the boots that's what I do
Gun line buck the tool, Chuck's getting laced up by a west coast nigga it's nothing new
Fuck is you? I'm down for wig splittin'
Extended mag throw the big clip in, wet somethin'
Soon as you step brother, that shit lickin'
Ride up, bring out the strap, this bitch dippin'
Spine shot, it Steams in the back (IT'S DIFFERENT!!)
Bitch nigga, don't make me run down with the heat
Dumb rounds in a piece
And if the money you make's a lot, I let it bow on the east
Throwing 7 6, 2's out, 1 round will leave you sleep
One hit from this K'll rest one (KRS one), that's the Sound Of The Police
But everything you say, basic, plain it ain't the same how you pound spit
It sounds Slick; Dana Dane
I rep my side to death but they know tho'
NBA logo...I symbolize the West
This shit going through your vest, get murdered still
Something ugly kicks...Under Armor, he got the Curry deal
Or get embarrassed, then cap sideways TIP Harris
I ride around with the chilaka on me, Big Terrence
Who Clips scarring? Baby nina come off the hip airin'
Baby nine, hit you dead in the stomach that's a miscarriage
But let me find out them niggas holdin' for real
Got little cocoa for sell
But just know, in the end I'm robbing Knicks I Got A Story To Tell
Bitch, I already told 'em 99% is gun bars
The other one is the slogan, kill yourself !!


[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
So you man Steams wanna jump in on the bar for you huh? Cool that's nice
Let Steams know that he'll get left, that's right
Infrared beam on top of gun that's bright
Tay Roc whoa whoa calm down, you tryna disrespect my round?
Let me kill him by myself, you know we don't heckle 'round
I don't need nobody to jump in for Nitty
See you need a nigga that jump in for you that need a new tactic
See the problem with you is you punchline, punchline, punchline, that's cool you can create a few classics
But it's a certain battle rapper dick you suckin', oh yeah just like a true faggot
Think stupid, Frank Lucas, you came in the game and blew (Blue) Magic
You a waste, damn
Stealin' Magic's style... get off my face fam'
You ballin' with other niggas power, back up I don't like my Space Jam-med
You've been watching 'em since a rookie and I can understand that Magic's awesome
But won't get awarded for stealin' his style, most you'll get is a Cookie for ridin' Magic's Johnson
And that's if that goes that way, I knew you would go like this
I did that on purpose and made that bar light coward
So you tried to block my shine to protect Magic, you Dwight Howard
So why don't you get your own style back lil' nigga? And why don't you get out your zone?
Why don't you grow up and be a man and try to fuckin' live on your own?
See the problem with you is, you always rappin' like you're getting at a full clip
When I talk, niggas listen this ain't a stage this is my pulpit
The cops arrest me, with some assault cause the MAC made 'em do a full flip
You think the Heat will be with you forever? Ask Wade about that Bullshit
I freestyle off the fuckin' top that's why you're smiling Smack
But don't smile I'm not your friend dummy
You wanna freestyle go head and try it, fuck up I'll tell you to try again dummy
And if you can freestyle I give $500, what's your Paypal? I even send money
See how I pulled his card? I new you couldn't freestyle, you not Jin, Rummy
And a "Ooh" is the only thing you get for me?
I'm on my shit dummy
But real talk, a lot of shit is going on in the hood and they say we don't know how to act people
I don't mean to take this part of my rhyme and talk but I gotta speak to my black people
A lot of niggas in this world, the cops out here killin' people
Cause we shooting people like we Cupid
We fall in love with the gun, we gotta stop killin' our people this shit is stupid
They wanna fuckin' lock us up for rappin' because we always talk 'bout trappin'
They always talkin' about the options, niggas killing people just cause they lackin'
And as a fuckin' black leader in this world Smack you can no longer let this happen, Bow!!
I lied about that speech, that shit was just a distraction
To get close Nitty, I'll put Rum in the air raise the toast Nitty
What you live in Phoenix, I travel coast to coast that's just to ghost Nitty
I got one job, and that's to put the pump in his eye now I don't gotta work
My duty free cause I put Rum in the sky
What? Y'all ain't fuckin' wit I?
Okay time

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
It's like 70% freestyles when this nigga spittin'
And he do it every time like niggas won't recognize if it was written
A whole clips extended
Now really pimpin' if you ain't got 30 in your Rocket how can he (Kenny) smith 'em?
You let niggas disrespect yo' punk ass daddy and you ain't smoke shit
No matter how many rounds you don't have, you still a hoe (whole) Clip
I'm old-school, I was raised to box: that's a forklift
Flavor Of Love...this pump can spit on this New York bitch!
War shit, they all can get it when I roll up
And anyone tryin' to guard clip'll get a low cut
I'm looking for a homi Louisville bat you mouth on stage like you Ozzy
A spine shot, loose the feeling in your legs when a pop him
Think piggy bank, cents (since) it went through the back, you'll feel a change in your body
You copy? DNA run up, you'll see a nine flare
Head shot, from out the bubble jacket left his mind clear
Tell that nigga, keep his mouth closed while you spit bars
Or gun butt, bust a hype man like Spliff Star
Hey this ain't 'bout who got the bigger name
Cause a pull a 30 shot
Give you half the mop, it'll fuck up your lil' fame
You used to flame shit, back in the days but then you changed Clip
Now you like Hitman versus Cortez, your 3 rounds ain't the same clip
Get stumped out, I ACGs split you
Make these remix you
What you like 45 Clip?
These ACPs fit you
A .38 with a inf' on it, take these beams with you
I set a light on his roof, the tray TV Dish you
Official, middle of New York I'm tryna murder you, dirty 30 you
Blake Griffin cause even in LA Clip'll get a 30 too
You gon' murder who? Let something long blaze you
Lay you down with a round on your face, that' a massage table
They say, "Go kill 'em" so it's Do Or Die with the Po' Pimpin'
Nunu Nellz, I'm mid stage with the chrome wiggin'
The snub dome split 'em
Then get rid of the piece...Egyptian Sphinx, the nose missing
Or make me bring the blade out
Run across your neck with the machete...spraying DNA out
Get laid out, soon as he start spittin'... I buck the nina
And in the trunk that's where this Busta turn up after four bars... that's the "Touch It Remix"
But you don't go hard like that
You watched Math get jump in Cali, cause you's a broad like that
I wish one of my niggas would freeze up while we all fight back
Then we would see each other in the backyard like that
Kill yourself

[Round 3: Charlie Clips]
I knew playin' around in the 2nd, would have everybody doubting me
Your squad all hyped, I knew they would go for it
Bet you right now they all on Instagram or Twitter like "Hey Clips with that bullshit oh he's gonna choke"
But here's the funny part, your squad got hyped and I understand if they want a hope for hope
But Ali just died and he just fell for the rope a dope
Now wussup Rum? I see they gave Sir Charles a PG from outta Phoenix
Yea Smack and Beasley knew you would make a hell of a Sun
Ironic how I gotta use my third to subtract a nigga from the 4th oh this round gon' be a negative one
See I think you got the potential to be that nigga...
Nigga I just think the decision you make is dumb
Outta all that hard liquor they got over there, you think the toughest was rum?
My nigga rum is a distilled alcoholic beverage made with sugarcane, juice and molasses
If you drink rum and say "Oh my chest burn", no other thing to talk about you a faggot
Now I don't know what you read Rum but if you don't think this a murder, you got it backwards
AA meeting, the way I'ma drop Rum in front of y'all... it's gon' be classic
Let's talk about it, what makes you think that Rum is a good leader?
What makes you think this nigga is a hard member?
When you think of Clips, you think of bullets flying in the venue, gettin' niggas on this card injured
When I think of Rum... I think of Pina colada, pineapple juice, a lot of ice inside a large blender
It's ironic how they got me in the club serving Rum but when you rap I think your bars tender
Let's talk about it, get rid of Rum, I like the second half of your name tho' cause I fuck with Nitty
But the name Rum, make me wanna be mad and drunk and do something silly
Like lay you in your own puddle of blood until it's brown after I dump the semi
By time the cops walked up they ain't know if it was rum or a cup of Henny
What we talkin' 'bout? Ask around, my Bill Collector voice nigga I got the burner
You know I got the burner, my nigga from BK brought the Whopper it's not a burger
Snuck the meanest ratchet inside the club I got the models nervous
If I buck it and put Rum on ice is that bottle service?
Aight you ain't fuckin' with that, let me switch it up... let me get on my Spanish shit how I use it papa
I use the chacha, the shit kickback make you do the cucarracha
In my Big T voice before I use it Smack can I use the chopper?
Cause it's gon' get Rum everywhere, you'll might get sued by Exclusive vodka
I'm back on it
Listen you ain't safe Rum, I'll fill my whole bar up with Henny and then erase Rum
This nigga soft, I don't care if your man get his head cracked or if you tripped or where your ace from
All I know is I'll run up on Nitty and he'll take off with a fake- went from a fake gun
I lied, "Fuck I look like quitting in the middle of the battle?
Y'all niggas love when I spit
But for some reason when a nigga get off, ya'll wanna hate on me and suck my ... you know what?
Y'all paid a lot of money I ain't gon' trip
But watch your mouth before I use this grip and abuse this bitch
Ike turner, watch your mouth, I pop up with the cans' Oscar Grouch
The semi auto...and your pants...
{Chokes. Smack calls the battle then...}
Nigga I ain't quittin' again
I rap as long as I fuckin' want to and the way I feel nigga I got a hour
I made him jump, made Smack jump and stopped both of them, I got the power
Rifle on, I spend an hour stuntin'
Baow! I'll hit your mouth wit somethin'
I'm squeezin' on the gun til the channel change that's the power button
Hold on, I was panickin'
I used to move with that ratchet, shit was damagin'
I was nervous, held it like a remote, I couldn't channel in
Then I bought a beam, put that on top, now a nigga ain't panickin'
So instead of movin' furniture I just use the range more than Flannigan
You know what? Before you show off nigga bill yourself
Why don't you grab the blade before you sang and seal yourself
Look at these niggas, they don't fuck with me you gotta keep it real yourself
I ain't even commit suicide, but fuck y'all kill yaself