URLtv - Arsonal vs Hitman Holla lyrics

[Round 1: Hitman Holla] I'm a different type of drug homie, I'm wrapped up packing strife What's all the attitude for? Oh, cause you ain't half as nice? Talking bout you ran blocks n***a in ya school bus you wouldn't run traffic lights Arsonal ain't worth smacking Yo Shotgun if I smack him, I still don't get bragging rights You around kids all day, how the f** you live the savage life? You got that full house, Bob Saget, Baptist life Soft a** crip He'll probably bleed to d**h if I grazed him with a fabric wipe Since he be around schools, cool I could calculate Hop on his bus I'm yelling "kids evacuate" Look at the camera like it's Holla I'm a fry his face Pick up the dessie, black board you get dry erased! Don't play me dumb my n***a I'm a scholar cat You don't really think that you better, I could honor that I'm in Newark New Jersey they whispering that's that Holla cat They shoot I'm firing back yelling I roger that In the east to where the rocking the Doger's hat Beyonce's home town back up to where the pirates at Fall back and take a L you ain't got a choice hell Leave his throat in an envelope then I send it to his folks That's a voicemail On a scale of one to 10 your raps, about a zero Y'all put the new villain against a guitar hero Who you think you foolin' Ars you bring cops through Gangstas, k**as thugs I bring the block through His homeboy keep talking while I'm rapping, not cool The contract said I can't hit this n***a, not you! All that g**ning lifting the 40 up, not true! Here's a list of some stupid sh** you should not do I come around, you around, do not move! Don't crack a smile, I'm not ya pal, we're not cool You gold fishes not allowed in the croc' pool And if they jump in understand that they croc' food With that being said that leave him with two options First spit ya verse, keep it rap We can put on a show you know for the folks watching Or two, get stupid and instead of YouTube Smack gon' have to upload this footage and send it to most shocking We can fight or shoot it out, it's whatever let's have a slug fest At any minute I'll drop him I'm like a drug test Shout out to them 60 crips, where them bloods at? GD's, Vice Lords, Grape? You never was that Be yourself that's what you oughta do You ain't ever been in the field, show me a scar or two Hitman, I'm one human being but got the heart of two If you don't understand my warning I bet ya daughter do BALL GAME! [Round 1: Arsonal] I'll slap you so hard, ya baby mother other baby father gon' hate me Now say something bout grape street watch them n***as go crazy I was born in the 80's I was torn as a baby f** you was on that made you think you was gon' erase me I spit you spit he relapses, you remy, verb next, 3 caskets Someone please tell the dinininon I don't do rematches My name Arsonal don't act like yell don't remember me I'm the same n***a that tortured you right after flaming remedy Now I'm supposed to show dude some sympathy Cause his first charge was wandering And he just did 3 months for mistaken identity I got that syrup fiend begging me I got that metal thing next to me Just seen verb play grand pops thru Gerald's teen pregnancy Your son, he a nice kid and I know he like his pops I'll introduce him to that night stick cuz I know he watches cops To prevent his a** from acting wild I should've pistol whipped his baby mother in the bellybu*ton While she was pregnant with ya f*ggot child I'm disrespectful f** it, whatever you wanna call it Ya son should've been a miscarriage pool of blood floating in ya toilet His father gon' be p**y regardless, he ain't gon grow up to be sh** Brenda should've threw your baby in the garbage But me ain't no need for acting, n***a u see I'm cracking You softer than that n***a that be barking when Conceited rapping Like "eat em" and you know you can't beat em! You hold hostages you deprive little girls of their freedom And you look like a Saudi Arabian Dominican Ethiopian at lost so that Puerto Rican Now when I get home and the bank don't clear the check I'm back in Newark airport I'm jumping on the nearest jet I come to St. Louis to clear your set Beat everybody on his block to d**h with Squidwards clarinet You got a swag like Mr. Krabs, just a f*g Waiting for Xzibit to knock on ya door and pimp ya cab No racks, I'ma bang you with the left 'til I see that small intestine start to dangle out ya chest I'ma choke you til you claim you out of breath I'ma bang bang you with the tech on the roof And then I'm a slang you down the steps I'm a gangsta I b**h slap a b**h rapper And I just made this Hitman Holla after that natural disaster I car jack you, you will not get ya Honda back Six hadouken then an open E. Honda slap Two sonic booms and then show you where my Blanka at Then switch cartridges slowly equip my Contra gat I come to ya breakfast shove ya head in the damn eggs Rip ya torso watch ya blood pour slow on ya pancakes Kick in the front door and shove ya face in the fan blade Rampage, you gon need a life size band aid One call will make the homies touch you You'll get punched in the face with a fist full of rings And think Kobe snuck you Ya b**h just a fiend that isn't clean I made her s** ya dick With a mouth full of peroxide and Listerine Now ya sh** burn cause her lips burn You sizzy slipping and twitching Like Smokey when he was talking to Big Worm Ya baby mother named Chippy D Fishburne Ya big homie 36 with no side burns and a slick perm You talk cash money you ain't got no dough No bread, no cheese you got a nacho flow I rain on this n***a parade, wear a poncho Shut the f** up n***a it's not ya go Ya name Hitman Holla [Round 2: Hitman Holla] I always knew you was a fraud Ars' You the type that ain't never shot a shell I mean you a cool dude, but let me let y'all in on a secret about Darrell Y'all remember when he got on youtube bluffing? Him and T-Rex going back and forth about a whole lot of nothing Arsonal swore up and down he clap techs I remember like it was yesterday He said, "at the next URL event I'ma smack Rex" I said "damn, dude might be gangsta" I miss that? You sh**ting me Who was on that card smack? Ill, Surf, Ice, Tech, Hollow and Big T For some strange reason I f**ing believed him Not all rappers lie, I mean well over most of 'em But make a long story short I spotted both of them I said, "aww sh** any time now Arsonal should be approaching him! He should take that angle and smack him that way" In my head I started coaching him He turned around and saw Rex and saw me and did this Man I saw the ghost in him, his heart beating fast He nervous I'm losing hope for him I gave him the benefit of the doubt like maybe he too sober He don't wanna f** up the battles he probably waiting til it's over We get outside, that's on my mom's children n***a waved bye to every rapper in the building You f**in disgrace, you let ya whole block down Cause if a St. Louis n***a made a threat, what time is it? A n***a would begetting shot now I give a f** about you poppin a bottle, I don't drink ho I thought you was supposed to check me in person, I ain't think so Fake a**, mark a**, fraud a** n***a been lying longer than Kirilenko Look me in my eyes I'll punch you if you even blink slow St. Louis Missouri, yeah call us the battle state Shots in that polo horse till that saddle break His homie come around he fronting put on his battle face See me and then get the shaking, you just a rattled snake Who bang with him? Pull ya salary out Pow pow that 50 cal knock some calories out GrindTime charged him, I take them batteries out Since he think he so cold I knock ya allergies out I'm a grown man's man who chose to bring a child in You had a better chance of winning throwing the towel in My career running thousands after thousands His career Darrell Jones clean up, where? aisle 10 You a herb that'll squeal, a nerd with a deal Ain't worthy of my sk**s, just resemblance Y'all rep the states, I ball, I put on them jersey's for real [Round 2: Arsonal] First of all ya mother played professional rugby She the goalie during soccer season You wear the thongs and ya b**h do the boxer briefing I'm in the south where all year round it's chopper season Give me a proper reason cop and squeezing Holla stop ya breathing Where you wanna be? In front of me is the last place Put a pump in ya mouth Holla and ask you how that gas taste Make you kiss ya b**h now in her tongue, you got that You staring at that b**h with that I ate a** face Ewww that's some nasty a** kinky sh** b**h look like Rasheed Wallace with nappy a** kinky twist Herpes on ya ding-a-ling and that's why you think you sick He f**ing b**hes raw with that lumped up stinky dick You moving white for Eazy chip, easy b**h I aim above ya brim I squeeze slow, leave you leaking quick I knock them sh**s out that you eating with You go above the rim I pull a birdy on any n***a that think he flip Get it? I snatch ya ball cap fitted I done traveled across the world, we use all that pivot Ya b**h don't sell the p**y we just call that rented No walls somehow even my car crashed in it You gangsta that don't at all matter, to me you a fraud rapper I car jack ya than pistol whip you til ya jaw shatter Headbu*t hard hat ya, reach into ya b**h p**y pull out ya daughter out And feed ya new born ya gallbladder I'll pay a greedy b**h to squeeze ya dick until ya balls splatter You wouldn't be a big man if you was Shag or Pau Gasol ladder You lil' dumb a**, under 21 a**, bum a** Special ed only had one cla**, lil b**h, lil dick premature cum a** Used to let the school bully sh** in ya lunch bag n***a, little p**y a** pervert, Hitman Holla? Ya name Gerald Dean Girbert Ya b**h s**ing spit til I ejaculate yogurt You the type open the freezer and stick yo sh** in the sherbet Now I'm a dog no fraternity or gold boots I'll name Marlon and don't nobody really no Juice See I'm crippin but I don't know Snoop I know Verb and he a b**h He ain't got sh** but some kids and a gold tooth Nothing to show for, no car, no chauffeur No coupe, no four door, n***a that's not couture Holla you sure you want all of this? I advise you call it quits Before the rebel start to ball his fist Dash came to St. Louis and saw ya b**h Acting wild blacking out acting wild For a black and mild and a harbor mist, now that there dumb I'll I dare yung to put his hands to me and shoot my black a** the fair one You the type a n***a I pop with a flair gun straight disrespect you Dig in my nose and put the snot in ya ear drum I don't wear mask I rob this n***a bare face, bare a** Put ya full structure in a full body air cast In a hospital fill his oxygen tank up filled with tear gas Make sure his car in a deer crash, without the seat belts and airbags That b**h ain't yours n***a you share a** You wondering why Grindtime ain't call you? Cause you dirty n***as is pure a** Look he sad with his head down, so I'm talking and walking with you That target I'm gonna rip you with rocket launcher missiles You gonna need bounty, the quilted picker up and lots of toilet tissues Cause when that Glock and that 40 hit you from Marvin the Martians pistol I'm bout my money I need more bread And I be damned if I lose to a n***a that think he cornbread I'm the n***a eating chicken wings, four legs Why is your head shaped like a camel back on a horse head? Go ahead and talk about the bol dreads And how you gon' pull em out one by one until I got a bald head You're and informant you call feds You 28 years old at ya mommy house and you still sleep in ya car bed You got a twin size Lamborghini ya pillow where ya trunk at Ya father name Houdini and his widow is a hunch back I f**ed ya mother mouth I put my dick where her tongue at She said "my throat kidnapped my seed and you not getting ya son back" [Round 3: Hitman Holla] In other words, 4th quarter, cool show me primetime This n***a first down marker on the sideline Yeah I'm from a dangerous city, so im bout mine Arsonal I'm built for this game I made the guidelines Uppercuts, hooks and jabs we don't box sh** Glock clips you wouldn't block these shots with Josh Smith Soo-woo what's poppin what that bread about? Five point flag on the weapon show him what red about One phone call and the whole mob is heading out Snip him, stitch him doctors will have to thread him out f** what you heard I'm that n***a you should've read about Shells through his living room window I really egg his house Arsonal a loser he just spelling the cause Don't believe that bullsh** that he selling to y'all Pay close attention his name telling it all Yeah he got an A-R... SO Will he bust it? Nah, he a f**ing fun boy and he devastating to AL(L) I'm on a money route, my destination is ball I took this battle in seconds no preparation at all He on his high horse cause he thinking that his family royal I'll run through ya family royal You a prince? Well I'll snatch ya princess, trigger f** her with twin techs And the queen where they fly by next They ricocheted and hit the king mama like Delonte West Bar for bar he was out matched, cooking this n***a When I finish him the outback, four words when I'm in beef Where his house at? b**bies at his crib I put a bomb where his couch at Shotgun reload, Arsonal got his spouse clapped Everybody get it I'm sending shots where the mouse at War time and you in the front? I doubt that? All that super loud sh**, rowdy rowdy wild sh** Just letting me know that you ain't about that This n***a can't see me mentally physically or spiritually Not this co*k s**er, literally I'm a real n***a, I really just wanna drop it Cause I don't feel comfortable talking about the topic But all that g**ning you do, I saw that picture You got some explaining to do Who's the he-she? Is it true? Was it photoshop? Is it you? The camera don't lie, if you watch and see That one round he did with Dizaster what you do? Drop to his knees I was nice at 14, back then I let them techs rattle Nowadays I let that tech rattle f** judging, Smack you better bring paramedics to my next battle 0-Red, Shotgun, Tsu Surf, Arsonal all lame Two words after this, Ball game! [Round 3: Arsonal] Yo breath hot and stinky that's a bad mix, you black b**h Ya mouth smell like you just swallowed a big bag of a** chips Ya tongue probably smell like a giant ba** fish Whiting, tuna, tilapia and catfish Whoever booed will get beat and then stuck up I'll beat and then bu*t f** ya mother then beat ya brothers the f** up Tough luck Hitman, I squeeze until the clip jam You'll have better luck next year every year like a Knicks fan After the steal pa** the rock to ya big man So I can k** him, the scarecrow and the tin man I show Gerald the dirt, grab metal then squirt St. Louis y'all move regular work Y'all bout to witness little Gerald get murked Hitman gon' follow in the same footsteps as Gerald Lavert You'll be another dead n***a missing Ill looking at you like "do it baby you got it" go ahead Holla give him kiss I'll back hand him twice then give him fist Three rounds of d**h nah f** it probably give him six I don't play I cop blam blam I love to watch ya baby mother pop that pretty p**y on a hand stand How much you wanna bet everybody in jersey That really like the Nets will beat the sh** out of the Rams fans I put the house on him, know that that house haunted When he battled in Halloween this n***a mother had her mouth on it That trick treated at her own f**ing house warming Ya father walked out and on his back he had ya couch on it Now how I thought of that I see things clear Think before you act, how many lost to me this year? I pay a random b**h to leave this queer to the woods Then give that b**h a new objective, Steve McNair You need to stick to basketball cause once you get the yapping off I get the trap involved and dead n***as cannot rap at all You coochie you just acting hard, f**in bloody pussies Running red lights, n***a directing traffic wrong Lights camera action n***a we on, what type of sh** he on Let me let y'all in on a secret, he ain't the shooter He the shooting guard he get his 3 on Old booty a** n***a he brick and don't get his D on Ya brother is a peon and ya mother's name is Leon I unlock this n***a life I got my top of the key on Then I pop this n***a wife in my block in a neon Superman that ho I did the dougie than a deon That mean I touched her with my dick , she touched back got her meat on Without the in zone I'm strong enough to bend chrome My saliva stronger to ya face will break ya chin bone Ya b**h blacker than me with that dark a** skin tone Blacker the berry sweeter the juice, no sprint phone I don't fear you, the east don't hear you I'm so far ahead you I can't spot you in my rearview My shank slide down you like ya tears do Tear you put the second knife in you to skin you and then I wear you I'm Holla now! I clap and make ya black blacka You don't wanna smash knuckles I amputate yo leg to beat yo face with yo calf muscles You done let that gra** bluff you, talking bout you better than Biggie You ain't better than Diggy, ask Russell I sh**, take a dookie on em, reach, pull the toolies on 'em Since I moved to new Orleans I'ma lean and get groovy on 'em Beat the men behind him get six bodies, Lil Boosie on 'em Hurricane or Wayne I get my Lil' Tunechi on him I pick your girl up, I'm a drop her on my f**in' bed Lift my dick up and let it drop on her f**in' head Punch her in the a** til her booty cheek is f**in' red Then make that b**h wash and retwist every motherf**in' dread