Rum Nitty - Rum Nitty vs. Steams lyrics

ROUND 1 [Steams] Rum Nitty vs. I'm from Brooklyn I'm from Brooklyn and nobody do it like we do But this n***a gon' try to convince y'all that these n***as 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 n***as from the Ville and run through your sh** You look lost when you're doing sh** 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 Pa** fire? This n***a been off his job for years, that n***a is past fired It's the west coast n***as I want to look up to? Then add Myers Finally, we the n***as 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** it, that's what I bring, ack I mean everything shot, and whoever a**ist him first Get the cartridges I have left when the game stop Wait, think, I go over heads like gla** 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 n***a came with no presence trying to eat the Cake But it takes more than a few slices to see a Cake We brought elevation, n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 sh**s? Jump in this n***a'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** 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 n***a that came in with the ratchet date? But what's love got to do with it, right? Cause I can let the b**h 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 n***as go OTP I really whoop your a**, then whoop your a**, 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** '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 n***a noodles when the cannon blow You'll see Cakes with the wig off, now that's a Amber Rose I go upside your sh**, my gun bu*t 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 co*ky feeling like I can not be k**ed 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**ing with my n***a 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 sh** came riding in on his dick 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 dick '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 sh**, can't keep it real yourself n***a suicide or I'll do the job, you decide, k** yourself ROUND 2 [Steams] I did that Zordon sh** to make fun of Danny I did DBZ cause I'm actually a fan I watch anime, get chinky-eyed, and rap about Japan But that translates it, cause this man faking His hands shake when he clapping out the can But the sh** 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** a player, we done hit enough n***as to drop the stands He grouped up, so I got a plan My b**h, 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** you mean? Your fans made this personal, Rum So every shot to the face like personal rum Dogging his b**h 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 n***a, he eliminate won't get a**aulted with shots When I turn these Rum bars into liquor, but Marley My n***a 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 sh**, he's lyrically a** juice I knew you would send the realer n***a like me won't break, but I'll gla** you Send wifey the bad news like payback is never late Wait, since the b**h 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 n***as 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 sh** but still lighter than Jin, Rummy? Walked in this b**h crip, he gon' leave out this b**h bloody Cakes Up [Rum Nitty] Quit all that rah rah 'fore someone in your squad die, try ha**a chump I slide by, lay the whole house down if I ride by once Big a** 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 n***as, 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 a** 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** him for no reason, they say the cause of d**h 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 a** 2 Chainz Birthday song video, cause the whole Cake's a** Let a n***a say I'm trash, then I know he hating No respects, f** '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**h will get shot with what I got in store Ask me what the shotty's for, I clap sh** One buck shot will f** you two up like an accent from Baltimore n***a, my whole team will shoot, big sh**, 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 pa** 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**h 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** 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** like Samuel Jackson I catch him in traffic, I'ma reach for the thing and pop it Then cut off, have my b**h throw the pipe out the window like Lorena Bobbitt This new sh** 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 sh**, can't keep it real yourself n***a suicide or I'll do the job, you decide, k** yourself ROUND 3 [Steams] This ain't boxing, but I'ma box him, y'all gonna think I'm f**ing up while I f** him up Cause stabs is jabs, getting pushed is hooks, you're trying to get send up a cut What the f** is up, I won't stop shooting 'til this f**er's up in the skies Then shoot him down and around, he won't even know what the f** 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 bu*t in if you don't follow up after the first hit like Pump It Up f** 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 s**er fronts Or one f**ing 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** 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**ing done, but I'ma talk to this n***a He get irrational, the chopper will proportion this n***a 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 n***as, 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 sh** 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** 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 n***a who f** coma patients, I'm poking victims Whoever try to ride or block for this n***a is going with him Chop Rum, then box Rum, ship him off into 20s like prohibition Your lines, have him open sniffing Put these balls on the table it will look like a drug bust, f** a coke 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**h 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 ga**ed 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 sh** But I'ma ask real quick, why you rap fast as f** 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 n***as like a confitch You can't be a rough rider when you're dogs b**h 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**ed by night, but that's a 2Pac theory Big a** 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 n***a Prez did you greasy, cousin, the game of d**h 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**h, 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**h 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**h will catch a mean body I call my 50 Tyson, that n***a spit retarded I don't play that sh**, 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, n***a 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 n***a getting smoked, I'll give the p**y 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 sh**, can't keep it real yourself n***a suicide or I'll do the job, you decide, k** yourself