O'fficial (Battle Rapper) - 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, b**h, I came with a counter for all the sh** 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 b**h ain't got the Glock on her, she was p-noid Phara had her breaking on the street like a bboy How the f** she say she gangster and she keep toys? When Phara grabbed her hair, she was the last dragging like Bruce Leroy Hustle a who*e, hold up cheah, she probably forgave her The way Phara was around punching back to back, I thought I trained her” b**h please Ming, Ming, Ming You had your 15 minutes, Phara, b**h, 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 sh** after that hit in the summer, you Trinidad James b**h, 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 b**h 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 bullsh**, don't need Scottie Bat to this b**h 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 b**h go ham, she's aki Any b**h walking dead like we zombies Copy, you don't know who the f** you're warring with? It ain't nothing to shoot O men then give this who*e 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, b**h, 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 sh** awkward, all these motherf**ing 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 k** 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 p**y, you need a thousand b**hes to go loco One n***as bring two n***as, two n***as 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 [?], b**h please I'm from Guyana where that sh** is a religion, ma Would've thought a n***a was settling down the way we cut them chickens off When you spit your bars, I don't believe that sh** 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 b**hes gave you personals, so f** them as far as friends go I even heard that Queen of the Ring n***a was giving you info But you nothing like Smokey, no matter how hard Debo push you, you ain't getting this win though b**h, 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 who*e I'll pistol whip you if you look at me wrong, f** 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 b**h and felt like it was on sight I would beat your a**, 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 k** a b**h I actually don't like I beat Jaz and C3, you got to send the best to beat me I bury b**hes 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, b**h, I'm going pop for the money You s** 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 who*e of the year sh**, 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 sisters slaves 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 k**ed 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 abo n***as 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 n***a, I bet a mill he rock with the dime I got a Shaneney ratchet, b**h 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? “f** 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”, b**h, 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 b**h on your card Lightest round [Round 2: Ms. Hustle] Y'all think Jaz getting f**ed or what? I mean really, in her mouth or bu*t? And y'all know that other s*ut need a tummy tuck So yo Nunu Nellz, I'm here today, b**h, I'll f** you up All you b**hes read from the same script How I'm broke, I'm a ho, and my baby father ain't sh** 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 sh** don't do damage for real All them months you popped sh**, I managed to chill But today, I'm here to whoop this lil b**h a** since I got bad parenting sk**s For real, you said I was jealous ‘cause you got Lady Luck first, that had me through with b**hes Oh I've been gave up on Luck, I ain't superstitious You think these n***as f** with you, they be using b**hes 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 b**h 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 b**hes yelling “cap her”, and I ain't tryna pledge to nothing Question, what you gonna say? I ain't really Su Wuing? b**h 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 b**h, you stupid? I be hearing you say you're pretty, gorgeous Let's come clean, who*e, you're a big n***a b**h a n***a will never cop some lean for If it ain't my face, then it's my a**, but you're not the one they fiend for You're the big b**h a n***a 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, who*e ‘Cause when a n***a look at you, all he think about is football, good call Every time you speak my name, b**h, 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 b**hes smoking on the same rock, y'all overdosing Twenty, twenty, I brought a 40, I'm over focused Nuborn wrote that sh**? Those the words you're quoting? Cool, your writer can get it too, I'll air Born like tuberculosis b**h, 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 b**hes All y'all salty, so I might give slugs to b**hes Oh y'all G'd up? Okay, the thugs can witness Soon as I X O b**h, ain't no hugs and kisses f** you b**hes [Round 2: O'fficial] Since we're talking ‘bout stealing, I told C3 “that chopper pick n***as 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” b**h, no You took my sh** and said it like it been yours b**h if you steal another bar, we be approaching you with ten fours This b**h be quick to pa** the p**y 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 sh**, 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 b**hes can't f** 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 k** 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 b**h, 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 sh**, until you see that tec lift ‘Cause I'll let it [?] in the face to see if she set trip f** it, you'll get hit with the mini pump like short stroking Say n***a, I will fire your a** 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, n***a 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 b**h a**, b**h 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 a** 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 f** 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 who*e, 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 b**h you ever felt the hollow? f** 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 sh**'ll spiral I'll pay my b**hes to get the job done, I've supervise you I give the cut on the arm like I'm suicidal Those your b**hes? Cool, they could get it too, they'll share the clip, it'll go viral b**h 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 b**hes 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 b**hes But you a lying little b**h, 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 sh** 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, b**h 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 sh** got me pissed off I ain't understand, but now I see, O, you Rick Ross I'll get this b**h tossed, y'all said she would k** 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 b**h 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 b**hes Go call them n***as, I know they wrote for you ‘cause you want to be that top b**h I had those n***as 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 b**hes, laughing how my n***a be doing me dirty, well I'm glad it worked ‘Cause a little birdie told me your boyfriend, Kaleen, was f**ing 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 b**h, 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 n***as 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 b**h? Exactly, so don't go and get a big head, b**h Chopper loaded up with nothing but big heads, b**h Your girl's with you? Good, ‘cause them brats dog up for every big head b**h You will be a big dead b**h, 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 sh**, 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, b**h, your a** 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 b**h 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 b**h, 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 sh** 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, sh** I done lost count Now she said she was gonna eat, hey, that's right out of the who*e's mouth Flatline