Rum Nitty - B Magic vs Rum Nitty lyrics

[Round 1: Rum Nitty] Rum Nitty, motherf**er, your show was cancelled Get pistol-whipped, I'll go across your sh** with the 40 handle Catch you mobbin' through the wrong hood Them locs'll jam you And show you how this fire works That's what all that roamin' can do I'll open hand you, that right got you shook up Your sh** bruised, black and blue; it's “I Got The Hook Up” I fall right, your chin get checked, the hook'll f** your career up, that's that Tiger Woods effect Bet! Most n***as don't try me, sh** ain't sweet They must heard to get the beats, that's why, G MAK-90 came in like a wrecking ball Get the hammer licking; that's Miley Try me and I squeeze the piece their way Bullets break and enter his chest plate There won't be any games played They say Black Magic is a seasoned veteran And you can meet your d**h till this cal pop in Black face Who is BM F'in with? Against Charlie, you should have buried homie But you barely edged that sh** What I carry like I recorded a marriage ceremony I would've got to wettin' Clips I should be on every list But most n***as got it in for Nitty, that sh**'ll never end Let it rip, I ain't surprised at all, I actually seen it coming This some bull, the next thing Magic is finna son me If that's your goal then, state what you feel like ‘Cause it can f** around and be a shootout in real life Chrome .38 Special shine real nice I call my tre the truth, it get any n***a that grill iced f** with my money, I wouldn't advise that Get your eye capped over dough, B, and need an eye patch 9 strap explode on money, like a dye pack They'll mourn and 40s will be pourin' When I send you up to the sky, black So watch your mouth or get clocked in it I'm at your grill with a cross for talking and dry snitchin' I'll have your guys sippin' meals through a straw, raw! They say I stole your style Why would I have to copy cats that copycat? Nitty cop free straps and when he cop he clap, you copy that? Joe Cutter vs. Tiger Ty; I body cats Especially if they coming across tricking like a Nazi patch, fact! Watch what the f** you saying to me ‘Cause I'll cap on your whole mob, just keep it frank with Nitty Really, you can get the chrome now Pull it and it'll air and zone a n***a Just for bringing up the hometown, BOW! You can't keep it real yourself n***a, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… k** yourself! [Round 1: B Magic] Listen, Rum Nitty, let's get it started, spit your hardest ‘Cause I'm a f**ing threat, like Mr. Marcus Four clap, think of Star Trek; you're going into darkness Your upside'll be inside out; now that's a Ricky Martin What? So you think it's a game? When I get the cartridge You'll be smoking from the Sig, you'll get a coffin I spit something at a n***a that can lift apartments It's off the wall how you catch ‘em like Kenny Lofton Who f**ing with me? The bars and the 50 with me Get to spittin', y'all better get down with the Nitty gritty 380, long a** clip, boy spittin' 50 Shady on me everywhere like Mr. Bentley Check the words, I'm outside, I'll wait for ya If you vamp I'll have something in steak for ya Rum, you don't want a shell. Nitty'll get boxed in his front yard for the bucks; that's a rummage sale KOTD, it's Magic, the show arrived A little old school from hanging with the older squads I'll send this ho to God I got a Magnum four and the barrel a little under a foot Like Captain Morgan n***as gonna die whenever that lead come Murder, you give me back words I'll leave you red, Rum All black with the loc's on, I'll burn a hater Rolls the .30-30, you'd think I was the Terminator Who f**ing with me? Come get with me if you sick of me A bad boy, it's going down, I got Nitty, B So watch your mouth before I come in wildin' You get these lefts and these rights too if Rum ain't silent If I catch Nitty trippin', it's milli grippin', semi-spittin' Two-by-fours, boards and billy stick him Ain't no b**hes around here, you get the picture? When you get wet with the Calico it ain't skinny dippin' West Side of St. Louis, n***a get a whiff of me Rum don't respect Magic, they gon' have to dig Nitty A magazine folds metal; that's a centerpiece The kid will run into a barrel; that's a Gymboree Calm yo' a** down before you get put in a trunk Dragged to New York See if they like that Rum bull in the Bronx Magic pulling the pump, if I dump, Nitty gotta run See I'll have your sh** leaking from a shot of rum [Round 2: Rum Nitty] You'll get the Bruce Lees, son, I'm not the one for playing with Meaning I'll swing and crack a chin That's a White and Asian mix Off one hand gesture I'll have shooters in the van that'll nail son Mandela, get your man wet up, no more debate If I graze your cheek with this big K, you'll have the sorest face Wait, you finna take a L, B I bust things, I know the feeling must sting from a shell, B You a shark in the water? Well, see Don't sleep on me I'm sharp with the hand b**h, I'm from Elm Street Infrared sit on the Gloc Meaning my heat gotta ray, I'll lend you a shot I'll give you a box in a hurry with that This n***a thurr, he scurred Mr. Bigglesworth; he ain't never let it fur on a cat I should bring the MAC and throw a round But the next n***a getting chopped and screwed He attempt to bring it back and slow it down Pause, you ain't never in the streets like me, but I heard your baby mama let the whole gang bang; your BM a G, I see f** it do, Magic? I got somethin' for B Which have him wish he really can do magic Tool flashin' and they had to send a realer n***a with the pump, you better shoo, Magic I'ma bring a casket for y'all all to watch So when I get the split decision, don't be surprised on his behalf ‘cause you already saw the box Real talk, you don't want war, B I'll let a shot hit his roof from a Bulldog That's a real gun barking Mean, say something cricket then your man die for real You'll hear a clickin' while he spittin' I'll get Black iced, car tailed But if you hold on them keys, my [...] charge Hit Magic' city then strip ‘em for the work; that's a titty bar You're not even riding with them toys You McGwire off the ‘roids; you're the biggest mark But that's cool for now, 'cause you on top ‘til you get popped So once you see this four, close your mouth or lose your spot! What? Somebody should have told B that Nitty not a fluke Lost to the white boy and came back whippin' n***as This sh** is in my roots But you? You can't keep it real yourself n***a, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… k** yourself! [Round 2: B Magic] I say, your last round, I could've wrote that at a lunch break Think it's sweet, I'll wait till his dough rise and take Rum cake f** around and get shot in the face thinking this pump fake Maybach Music; I got a rose for the gunplay Come play! n***a it's over when I hit the scene Got a hollow that can make a standup n***a lean I'm trying not to smoke him like nicotine Catch some of these, he gon' fall when it's spring Bars after bars every battle, you seen it, n***a Eagles burn, watch me fire birds on a Phoenix n***a And yet yet I show out with the nina, n***a And let let my hitman do the remix, n***a How you wanna play it? What you bring the young brother for I'll pull it until he drop; that's a tug of war Put on my glove before I touch it, like an oven door When it sing, OMG; it ain't a Usher tour .44, tuck it and buck it, never speak the name or see a grave I'm a made n***a like Cecil Gaines AR, gay bar; walk into it and see a flame Catch a Tommy coming in your door like Gina Payne If I see playin' that's when the cars flip He ain't catch it, I see playin' [...] that's when the cards flip Magic about to do a pull a n***a card trick Put these steel arms on your front, like a forklift n***a, I'm the best, Nitty, you should know better Wanna buy some bars? You're looking at the wholesaler A go-getter, with these cans I draw I bless the bar, I mean put these hands on Rum, dumb The story goes Myers k**ed you; Laurie Strode We fit to match, I'm wearing him out like party clothes n***a, the only rum I know is Bacardi Gold .40 blow, tip'll lay him out like Shawty Lo We the opposite, if it's beef, I'm going ham, damn it Backhand him, knock him from here to where his fam standin' All in Phoenix, Yonkers where your fam stayin' Air and zone a n***a I tore a wrist trippin' with this grand cannon Got n***as in Arizona, grimy cats; take your change and slide home, no getting your diamonds back One word to describe Rum I'ma say, put the letters together from the initials of his state [Round 3: Rum Nitty] Before I get into these bars, just peep This n***a told Roc that he'll “cream his back like sunblock” Clearly deserved a pause to me But I'm finna k** this n***a for y'all all to see That you'll never find a n***a from the Lou raw as me Fake a** Conceited can't whoop Nitty I go ham so this ain't fair A Con type of n***a can't cook with me I'll tap his chin and he might fall Nitty lean in with the punch, like I'm Ty Law Got the quickest hands, no spick and span; I'll mop dirty Use your head but don't throw a low blow You'll get boxed dirty Get popped early, I'm k**in' Black, it's a wrap But let me play like he big, and this sh** will get realer, Black Olympic match, limbs get snapped, shins get cracked He went for the gold and brought the silver back Real sh**, you came to the West to get that a**ed kicked I rack the Dillinger back Then ate dog and left his soul a lil half dead Clap lead the MAC sprayed I crack heads in a battle, like Hollohan versus Pat Stay Wait, you don't want war, homie I knew after I'd seen Black fry Day That he had nothing else in store for me I'm finna do him bad, Day I'm talking putting 14 in June and take his flag, Day That nina get the singin', bet you all get wet Meaning you're gonna die and a Ross was your cause of d**h Run up, your whole squad get stretched I'm off the hip bone to your jaw bone; that's a Das EFX Around your neck I squeeze a belt till you faint Think it's funny until they find you With your breathing off key and pale in the face Then your soul will elevate Tried to wrestle then he died, that was your ultimate mistake I don't play, this .40 will bust you Your wig pushed off on the last shot; that's Jordon on Russell f** you! You got a savage spittin' at ya Chill 'fore this magic clip getting 50 cents… Just tell Magic stick to rappin' What's happening? You don't tell to be a [...] Rum Nitty TMZ; I see errors in your future I can tell you're not a shooter, you scared probably Somethin' activate his nervous system When he get near all the Gs Dome shot, close your casket, it's over, Magic Get closer and pull this nickel behind his ear Don't make me show you, Magic I say what's happening? I finna add you to a body count Last minute this sh**'ll get caustic if I gotta take the shotty out What I pull from behind's filled with hot sh** You thinking that it's still a game Murder you then Roc next, like Wilma chain You can't keep it real yourself n***a, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… k** yourself! [Round 3: B Magic] Peep the way I'm talking to cuz This here flow, pure dope, I'm talking with d** You'll f** around and get murked tryna walk in the club Shells ring out, like shirts when you wash in a tub I'm hood sh**, you don't know nothin' about it, I'm still sparkin' I'll box him with his back missing; that's a milk carton If you still talking and you jumping, then good I'll call my can Nick, it'll get up under your hood I'm nice, right? Let's see who can buck it faster I'll have your ceiling leaking when I buck it at ya When I pull up with that ratchet, a f**ing clapper Get your back handed to you, like a puppet master Watch me turn it up like the system low Fifth will blow, you about to kiss one of these mistletoes This n***a slow, think quick when I bust at you Win a first round in seconds; Lux battle First the MAC burn Nitty, if they steppin' with you Then your whole frat turn, Nitty n***a, listen to the style, you could learn, Nitty I made it pop to have a good word pattern, Nitty Homie Magic beastin', everything I think is crack I hit your memory bank with these thinkin' caps What you think of that? Should I bring it back? I'm too witty Not trying to unite but I'm coming after you, Nitty You don't like it, the heat will spark ya I'm k**ing n***as on the web, like Peter Parker Lil n***a, your bars low, like you need a charger Me? Tyson with Donald, Broner, Ali and Tarver The flow flame, c**aine, straight dummy 9 blow, switching to Geico couldn't save money St. Louis state of mind, n***a, straight scummy About to pull a n***a card how I play Rummy Got this sh** in a bag, like a dog walker You don't wanna pa** away, like a ball hogger And if you really got a problem, no fearin' black Hear a strap, k** yourself, like a mirror match I told ‘em once, these mothaf**ers scared I'm from the mothaf**in' Lou, that's how a mothaf**a play it Beat me? Can you believe what this mothaf**a said? You must've slipped, fell and bumped your mothaf**in' head