URLtv - Murda Mook vs Serius Jones lyrics

Round 1: Serius Jones See I'ma tell yall a true story As god as my witness see i was chilling in my crib Minding my business When i get a phone call private Im like who the f** is this Now i ain't gonna say no names He was like i called you 3 times you ain't call back Anyway whats good with my n***a murda mook Im like who the little big nose n***a who be battling on smack Well he wanna battle you on smack Im like why this n***a still even battling his songs wack This n***a need to record a hot track, get a contract, get off my sack, and fall back He like nah he wanna battle you cause you the only other n***a good enough Well you know what i asked him right? How much guap this n***a talking about putting up Well he was like its on you You know this is all true smack you know what this fraud do See we was soppose to battle on new years but this b**h a** n***a canceled talking bout he caught the flu Now when i see that im like this n***as a shame See he can't even get in the game for a slave deal For a whip and a chain Cause only time he put ice on his wrist is when it gets sprain And only time he get his dick wet, is when he piss in the rain See its a tragedy You gettinbg burned quicker than a calerie Aintthat the same sh** he played with ca**idy(Murda Mook: ca**idy see i knew he was gonna say that) See you see me ryhming Now you wanna crawl out your rathole and battle me But see im stacking my grind heavy, im eating meals off these lables checks This b**h a** n***a been on smack 6 times already, and he still ain't got a deal on the table yet See you ain't got harlem with chu Thats cuz none of your bars official You just over stunt and lie in every rap see that the problem wit yu How you gonna talk about flippin cakes n***a you softer than a muffin Even your n***as know you fruntin Talking about coke The last time this n***a shaved an onion He was in his kitchen on thanksgiving making stuffing See n***as ain't forced you to come clean Cause they ain't have no dirt on you But i know yous a schoolboy, you know how i know your a schoolboy, cause i did my homework on you Cause your government name is jonathan ancrum You went to ford pelham catholic Thats a private school What you didn't think i was gonna find out Thats why we can't buy none of this gunplay that your trying to shout Cause you left the violence out your life, played sports, and went the college route So where you get all these whips, clips, chips, that you ryhme about Come on dog cut it out with these fictional tales About digital sclaes Cause deep down in his sioul i know this n***a is frail See he lie cause he dont know how to be himself in his raps So he fabricate punch lines about raps and flippin them packs But see i speak from the heart thats why n***as feel this sh** n***a i keep it real, you dont even keep it realistic So tell the truth dog you ain't doing no crimes Be you in your rhymes See you a h*mo rapper You probably s** dick for studio time Round 1: Murda Mook All right miss jones, i dont wanna be your friend after this So imma get this out real early, s** my dick Listen up He dont wanna see me get the pump, so just rap, or you can end up gift-wrap in my n***a trunk Lame-f**, stupid n***a Ain't got a group of figures, remind me of a useless pitcher Coulnt get his change-up See i see whats going on here, you tryna get your fame up You battled jin you won a ten you hopeing for the same luck Well guess what your little plan is about to be messed up You see these lens I k**ed a lot of n***as in front of this sh** you about to be next-up This ain't that new movie, you ain't walking the "glory road" Everybody wanna know so heres how the story go Smack called me i was getting some head They said you got a victim and it might involve you getting some bread I said word i puched the b**h off the bed Whoever,whenver tell me who hes dead He said you know money that battle jin up in the fight klub Then i thought of you my face lit up like a light bulb I ain't one of those cats you may have battled on stage That had chest colds and viruses im full blown aids Listen im like that time n***as said they could guard jordan n***as say they could do it tell you in that position ans he make your a** look stupid The streets had me real curious homes But we all see your nowhere near serius jones I smack you leave you delirous homes Make you bleed like a b**h with her period jones Now n***as saying he's Zab and I'm mayweather And weather i may win even though I'm way better Well if that sh**'s possible, and n***as saying he's Zab , let's resort to the pads, meet Kostya Tszyu The word spread quicker about me battling this But you winning, ripleys wounlt even believ that sh** Your peoples ga**ed you right like is he that sick Im the end of the road if you beat me thats it Wrong! even your own man knows This wasn't a very smart move for your carrer mister jones O and i feel bad about the management behind you Cause after they see this they ain't ghonna want to sign you And the n***as that behind you they ain't gunna laugh now But watch this dvd look hard into the crowd Your gunna see a lot of your n***as not looking very proud And hes an ac, he dont rap You a comedian duke You make n***as laugh, cause well thats the sh** comedians do Im the sh** look at my last battles for proof My bars make n***as go whoo that littl en***a theres the truth I go from sicily to brooklyn, harlem to hong kong Belgoium to the bronx from the bronx i be long gome His man a b**h someone trow him some pom poms Ain't sh** when i trow sivler in your long johns Eyo the sterrts keep buzzing, murda mook everywhere This n***a prblaby telling n***as he my cousin, easy