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letra de rum nitty vs. steams - urltv

round 1

[steams]
rum nitty vs. i’m from brooklyn
i’m from brooklyn and nobody do it like we do
but this nigga gon’ try to convince y’all that these niggas from az doing it
he cool, but quit the foolishness
this mc’s hammer ain’t got no papers, but my aim with the tool legit
you darker than batman’s suit in it
if it’s problems, think gotham
i’m masked up with my niggas from the ville and run through your shit
you look lost when you’re doing shit
hang on, i ain’t mountain climbing, but i know how to rock when i use the grip
you are just fronting like you’re using straps
out here doing way too much, son, but you az niggas is used to that
break your spine, you won’t be able to use your back
then you bring it to me, i’ll bring that shit to your momma like you was moving back
even if you shooting back, you gon’ need help, chest move with straps
click it or get a ticket like a seatbeat
my presence will be felt
r.i.p. young b, he was past fire
but who here thinks that p-ss fire?
this nigga been off his job for years, that nigga is past fired
it’s the west coast niggas i want to look up to? then add myers
finally, we the niggas that come in the seat
but you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me
beasley said you would’ve had to done a pg
they got rum in a smoke shop trying to have more substance than steams
cause my name hot
and like a stain you can’t get rid off, you gon’ try to wash me and eat in the same spot
marty tossed me the army gun, since we all in the same spot
we are pg’s, so f-ck it, that’s what i bring, ack
i mean everything shot, and whoever -ssist him first
get the cartridges i have left when the game stop
wait, think, i go over heads like gl-ss bottles
they don’t get the whole bar, these ain’t shots
k hopped in ill battle rapped birthday, and he need the cake
that’s why the starving nigga came with no presence trying to eat the cake
but it takes more than a few slices to see a cake
we brought elevation, nigga it’s a celebration whenever you see a cake
over insults, get peppered if you ever look at my c’s and shake
he’ll choose to eat with chickens cause it’s not healthy when beef’s at stake
acting like he murder, but you remind me of them deacon mates
cause you here, so your move’s over like you leaving space
wait, you need verses that’s hot son
cause you put your man on the moon does not mean you leaving space
wait, that remind me of the last nigga i heated, cake
told homes left, left him in a box to stay like he needs a place
aspect paid for you to get parked like meter maids
you eff see, i’m kicking punches, these bars gon’ need a cage
y’all got me amazed thinking he gon’ speak to me
my goal is to aim for your top, but i’ma reach your peak
your girl? i peep the freak
speaking of inboxes, i was whispering in your bae’s area like keak da sneak
niggas try to say that steams a reach
god, steams a beast
steams will see that you reach god if the steam’s at reach
please believe, you visine bar, not popping
for one, i do more than leave niggas dizzy if i spot ’em
for one, i will use the red beam to cyclops him
i’m advising you to hold it over his face before i drop him
i got him a nice dirtbag to sleep on
you with the shits? jump in this nigga’s grave while the seat’s warm
cake’s up, i feel like that was the note to leave on

[rum nitty]
finally, we got rum nitty vs. steams
nah, gun line king vs. cake’s up kareem
place your bets
after this obscenity, they’ll be wondering
can nitty k!ll a prez like kennedy
you kidding me?
book or get the hammer, that’s misery
it won’t be a lack of when you’re sleeping with the fish in sea
remember me? the nigga that came in with the ratchet date?
but what’s love got to do with it, right?
cause i can let the b-tch eat the cakes like anime
nah scratch that
it’s like i catered the birthday party, cause what i brought ice kareem and them cakes
you really named your squad cakes? so we know he’s sweet
i od, 4th quarter niggas go otp
i really whoop your -ss, then whoop your -ss, i’m on repeat
you’ll get washed up then dusted off again, i got ocd
they say on smack, i should probably change my style up
but f-ck ’em, i think to myself like with all the comp you boxed
all you got to do is count with your punches
i knock a nigga noodles when the cannon blow
you’ll see cakes with the wig off, now that’s a amber rose
i go upside your shit, my gun b-tt will crack your skull
i pistol whip your ’til your memory bankrupt and the hammer’s broke
watch yourself, cause when the back of the .380 bust you, your face will buckle like a versace belt
you copy? i’m c-cky feeling like i can not be k!lled
cause the steel in my jeans and i’m willing to ring like the ali film
gun line king, oh you don’t like it, see a shell bust
give a male k’s trying to play the king like selma
the url fans wasn’t f-cking with my nigga fox, see, that don’t concern me
i’m from az, so if i don’t hear no oohs and aahs, this pump can get the firm squeeze
your face shot will leak everywhere too, germ free
leave your back open and the front smokey like big worm weed
the ones hyping him up and shit came riding in on his d-ck
you ain’t got to pump me up, i still gas like i’m cyphering out the whip
i catch him riding through on his strip then this tre pop
boyz in the hood, cause i’m squeezing rounds ’til the car pulls over like trey’s pop
i’m clapping homie just to make an example, i don’t take shots
a bullet went through your right hand man, i shoot through one you roll up with like state prop
don’t try the can, diet plan
i take the cakes out and leave steams vegetable, it’s like i’m trying to weight watch
you’ll get clapped when i roll up
i pull the bird and put the round on your back, it’s like the world’s on your shoulders
or get peeled like amoxicillin, shot’s is flaring
clap lead, squeeze the trigger tight and caught a body airing
hold up, tight end, caught a body, aaron hernandez
i run up on him like “where the money?”
if he don’t come off the pay, he murked
no paper, you get the steel right in your head like a jay-z verse
tell born get of my d-ck ‘fore shots is popping off for him
thinking it’s rap ’til i black and make him bite the bat, i will ozzy os’ born
real shit, can’t keep it real yourself
nigga suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide, k!ll yourself

round 2

[steams]
i did that zordon shit to make fun of danny
i did dbz cause i’m actually a fan
i watch anime, get ch-nky-eyed, and rap about japan
but that translates it, cause this man faking
his hands shake when he clapping out the can
but the shit i do’ll shock you cause i’ll be blasting out of hand
his raps is out of hand
how he gon’ box me in, have me aired and split my wings, i’m not a fan
speaking of, heard you have a lot of fans
like to heckle, block my goal when i’m trying to kick it, i sock a fan
d money, no almost, i beat and shot a fan
my shooter’s down, i still move with the thunder, ibaka fan
the gun rose, he gon’ decide to stay out, he must got a plan
f-ck a player, we done hit enough niggas to drop the stands
he grouped up, so i got a plan
my b-tch, i led her to him, but y’all gon’ find out on the news like he got the stand
nitty play hero, can’t stay afloat, end up aquaman
don’t slip her, these sneakers sliding out of vans
or he’ll have me locked and canned, mention jelly spread
no wonder, only thing you can teach me how to get out of jam
but learn what, teach who, i’m the man
bang drums in front of my student’s body like a college band
he wifing thots, stop this man
taking about walking over rice, i caught his chicken on his lamb like aki stands
then i’ll advance to 4th quarter, your crew, nitty
everybody’s affected by shots, nobody’s immune, nitty
stop trying to be diplomatic, if he don’t dip low, matics will tune niity
i get the chance, i call my fam from the other side, the opp will tune nitty
f-ck you mean? your fans made this personal, rum
so every shot to the face like personal rum
d-gg-ng his b-tch personal, rum
had a ride or die, she keep her steel on, so i left rum boo in the street like rocky v
and if that thot survive, i’m at his ex miss
it’ll be a silent night when i clip the john
they gave rum a cake, the only thing left is the christmas song
y’all been misinformed thinking i won’t sub his miss in form
if i can’t find him, she going missing for him, like missed in forums
the chat’s off with this nigga, he eliminate won’t get -ssaulted with shots
when i turn these rum bars into liquor, but marley
my nigga marley say say something that y’all gonna remember
so throw that punch to the side like hulk in avengers
i’m glad you battled arsonal and three big names, you spaz too
but don’t sweat the shit, he’s lyrically -ss juice
i knew you would send the realer nigga like me won’t break, but i’ll gl-ss you
send wifey the bad news like payback is never late
wait, since the b-tch his, it’s going past dues
didn’t he, move swiftly or get picked like cotton
a shot at your shirt look like rum on his nit tee
but really, kg got him this role, writer’s bloque got him acting tough
i’ll shave both sides, clip him from either cast he cut
niggas been pirating my style and i’ve had enough
one of my pupils will be dead before i patch it up
but back to rum cause he been funny
think i won’t pull your card cause you black as shit but still lighter than jin, rummy?
walked in this b-tch crip, he gon’ leave out this b-tch bl–dy
cakes up

[rum nitty]
quit all that rah rah ‘fore someone in your squad die, try h-ssa chump
i slide by, lay the whole house down if i ride by once
big -ss 50-cal, you see the size of my gun?
the difference is i live by the desert, you gon’ die by one
run up, i triple dog dare ya, that’s the wrong era
that 30 odd 6 i carry dead niggas, i’m a pallbearer
let me find you he pushing mean weight, i’m on the weight like he ain’t sell that work yet, did he
then i’m selling bad boys for your cheesecake
think this one shot misses? i doubt, fire on kareem face, burn your -ss
reach like urn and ash and give kareem [?] two straps, i let you choose your own fate
either the nine would take the wrist or the bird, you’ll have a ghost face
i k!ll him for no reason, they say the cause of death was bars, they tried to send me to the pricinct
if you catch me masked down with the millimeter scheming
i’m smoking steams in the hood like the engine overheated
i don’t believe him with your whole cake -ss
2 chainz birthday song video, cause the whole cake’s -ss
let a nigga say i’m trash, then i know he hating
no respects, f-ck ’em, make him step brother with these two 40’s i’m raising
cali, atlanta, canada, now i’m going to vegas
i’m doing my numbers around the globe, that’s a notification
a shot to the belly will have his juice leaking out of brooklyn’s finest, notice the films is all new york
i’m strapped, this b-tch will get shot with what i got in store
ask me what the shotty’s for, i clap shit
one buck shot will f-ck you two up like an accent from baltimore
nigga, my whole team will shoot, big shit, let an eagle loose
you’ll have to pull to the side like the ambulance is coming, and you gon’ need them too
i’m talking to his squad like, after i make him eat the tool
he’ll p-ss away then you can have your cake and eat it too
i said i want to battle clips cause i can’t stand you lames
i take the smith out, you’ll catch them all charles, who think the cans is playing?
i get mad and throw a cap, well that’s randy thing
your b-tch with you? i’m on her in the crowd like a maverick game
not just you get it, i can make this a family thing
the eight blazing could lay a kin down, y’all can catch the flame
and i’ll be in room two twenty something with your girl later
i might k!ll her box, but that depends on the head, i’m a hellraiser
you run in, you’re getting shot, then your homie got a shell waiting
i’m drilling, pulling cans out to ice chess like i’m tailgating
i will squash beef or bury the hatchet
when shots go off, i ditch the weapon like monster’s ball, i bury a ratchet
we 10 deep, intend to pull out just to clear up the static
round clip, i use the tom to k!ll like samuel jackson
i catch him in traffic, i’ma reach for the thing and pop it
then cut off, have my b-tch throw the pipe out the window like lorena bobbitt
this new shit i cop got a 30-round clip hanging out it
the streets know that’s how he rose with a magazine, it ain’t a comic
i ain’t taking losses, matter of fact, i need to be paid my cheese now
cause cash rules everything around me, especially after i break kareem down
real shit, can’t keep it real yourself
nigga suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide, k!ll yourself

round 3

[steams]
this ain’t boxing, but i’ma box him, y’all gonna think i’m f-cking up while i f-ck him up
cause stabs is jabs, getting pushed is hooks, you’re trying to get send up a cut
what the f-ck is up, i won’t stop shooting ’til this f-cker’s up in the skies
then shoot him down and around, he won’t even know what the f-ck is up
all over the face when i’m running up
y’all remember d brown? well the shotgun will lift his soul if i pump it up
wait, a hollow box is where i put your b-tt in if you don’t follow up after the first hit like pump it up
f-ck choking, cause my early shouldn’t be coming up
i know you got a lot of punches to deliver, but i can stomach rum
since you here, off top, you’ll get curled if the sucker fronts
or one f-cking punch, laid out, body folded like a stomach crunch
when fire rings, you don’t want the metal in the first place
so stop before you get what comes after like a runner-up
who f-ck with rum? set the line, come in front
here, i’ll touch him up cause they’re squares, get your whole hood boxed like a hummer front
he’s f-cking done, but i’ma talk to this nigga
he get irrational, the chopper will proportion this nigga
or i’ll call in a hitter to snap shots so i put up numbers to get him framed like they auctioned his picture
if you’re a boss, then why talk big for?
point nine, pierce you, i’m shooting god next to kg like the big four
but take it back to these old niggas, this war won’t be the same
i’m back spazzing, so you birds can retire and leave the game
but he’ll try to leave the game by suicide or you do the job
i make rum pull the shit on himself like he need to change
i’m throwing bullets, you gon’ wide receive the game
then i’m looking for the metal goes around necks like how you receive a chain
i know heaters bang, i scalp nitty to deal with him
f-ck this kid’s stories, if rum pull, still skin him or peel grim him
take over his land and go for interest
over dough, i’ll choke son out like homer simpson
sick as a nigga who f-ck coma patients, i’m poking victims
whoever try to ride or block for this nigga is going with him
chop rum, then box rum, ship him off into 20s like prohibition
your lines, have him open sniffing
put these b-lls on the table it will look like a drug bust, f-ck a c-ke addiction
your position, gold teeth, bling bling era, you’ve been fronting
it might look like it, but you don’t really cook, kid’s ovens
you battled danny, got punch drunk, now you’re walking ’round this b-tch like mclovin
small as a roach who don’t want to smoke, i clip something
it’s gon’ smell bad, might make y’all cry like a big onion
but if i needed you smoked, my weed man will clip something
bud by the grip, tucked in, the can right next to the zip like kids lunches
so play them games but not with steams
this vegas, rights? slot machine, the metal get pulled ’til i hit something
but rum, think he gonna leave me stinking, he’s past g-ssed
welcome to smack, ha double next, let’s see who gets the last laugh
cakes up

[rum nitty]
we had the whole world hella hyped for this match and shit
but i’ma ask real quick, why you rap fast as f-ck and do your hands like this?
50-cal deserts, every tool i pack is sick
i’m in the whip with a few ill eagles like human trafficking
if it’s action then i’m riding for my dog like john wick
long clip, i’m loving zipping these niggas like a confitch
you can’t be a rough rider when you’re dogs b-tch
if it’s conflict, to get even, i leave chess with the paw prints
and you’ll get clapped, you know i brought a oowap with me
i swoop by, shoot him ’til the machine jamming like a jukebox
if he say my name in the am, i’m letting two shots hit him
you’ll be getting k!lled by night, but that’s a 2pac theory
big -ss 40, i shoot it and tear a wrist in the ring, now that’s the iron sheik
how ’bout the chargers, the first round bust like ryan leaf
nah scratch that, i run up on his whip, if he try and speed
i’ll have to bust over 50, i’m keanu reeves
if i lose, i’m going for the nine, i’ll late him, i’ll annihilate him
bullets from the barrel crash through the winner like it’s hibernating
i’m going in, not a chance your boy win
lil suge, looking like a mini shotgun, four ten
two fullies, i lift them up and spark
put these autos on you then all those on you, they’ll be picking up your parts
that nigga prez did you greasy, cousin, the game of death
cause when son shined on him, kareem couldn’t see the punches
you could tell you was getting smoked by the look in your face
don’t be a menace, the fans thought he was dope when he was cooking the cake
i’ll grab your b-tch, pull the 380 out the waist
she moved it, i told her she’ll die if she keep playing with the tre
please do not spell out my name, cause soon as you even start the scheme
i’ma quit live to smoke something like charlo greene
i keep heats on me, something big stashed, steve harvey
this b-tch will get the singing like dej loaf if he try me
or let three off him be missing for weeks probably
’til he finally turn up in the water, that’s a beach party
i call my 40 barrs, that b-tch will catch a mean body
i call my 50 tyson, that nigga spit retarded
i don’t play that shit, you’ll get 86
i keep the tom and the shotgun like the patriots
i’ll show you how this can do like a cake, nigga make a wish
he’s jordan in a flu game, you’ll get the 38 playing sick
with a good shot, you don’t want to see me spark
cause the nigga getting smoked, i’ll give the pussy eight when i lift up on the pole, now that’s a mimi bar
i let a piece slide you like a ouija board
if we seek war, i grab the nose and blow at his mouth, now that’s cpr
real shit, can’t keep it real yourself
nigga suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide, k!ll yourself

- urltv

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