Yung Ill - T-Rex vs Yung Ill lyrics

[Round 1: Yung III] They say III just as nice as Holla and Verb But he don't get the prime props he probably deserve And that's highly absurd Boy that wouldn't make sense/cents if I had a dollar For every time somebody holla'd those words Word, that's why I'm upset, boy this battle gon' be an upset Before you flew to the Lou' I briefed my crew like don't touch Rex But they said, "f** that he getting pile driven Body slammed and gut checked cause we buck Tecs" So you don't gotta be in a precinct to get your mug-shot for acting suspect Boy what next? You gon' get snuffed Rex and ruff necked For claiming to be a tough vet You? A rookie b**h Mook write for you, you write for Shine Y'all be on that rookie sh** Boy I will show your rap crew what this Mac do I'll let a shot sneeze at you (atchoo) And them pussies cause sick is something that you not But I flew/flu shots since y'all was playing III on some hookie sh** But keep quiet, riot? Rex, don't you think that's kind dumb (condom) To get on some p**y sh**? Dear Rex, (Durex) My Lifestyles raw dog, one Magnum will put a dick head in a hole Now what's coming/cuming out of them p**y lips? But see I did a background check You known for getting your background checked Be upfront and don't front You ain't checked a n***a in my background yet When the pressure's on is he gon' back down? Yes I will close fist back hand your biggest rap fan But I ain't selfish n***a, you gon' get smacked round next You hear that click clack, get used to that sound Rex I'm like a procrastinating pimp ever since I picked up this pistol I ain't put my Mac down yet But besides them over the head bars I just told this n***a Here go some real n***a bars that should expose this n***a You see I usually cross my T's, make sure I dotted my eyes But in this case all I gotta do is cross T cause Head Ice already dotted his eyes See I was thinking "How can I bring the b**h a** n***a out of Rex in the best way?" Then I saw you versus Conceited You explained the Head Ice altercation, but that was just gay Cause I logged on to www.youtube.com Pulled up a Rex blog and pressed play When I was battling DNA, Head Ice was knocking you out And you was on Youtube shouting him out the next day So look... I ain't buying none of that gangsta sh** he sell y'all Ice threw a drink on you and told you pop off, he yelled "naw" That was right in front of Dot Mob or should I say Twat Mob The clique full of female frauds And I ain't saying you a b**h, but you be acting like a female, dawg Math Hoffa pistol whipped your partner, but your gang get goons involved How? When y'all laugh, joke and smile And Math be in the same f**ing room as y'all See that's the difference between me and those thugs I gotta childhood friend named Odell that was murdered in cold blood My n***a Lil Rez got hit in the head with a chopper I cried tears at the wake like why they had to knock him My point, let either one of they k**ers be in the room I'm giving something proper For thinking it's all Gucci I'm letting that thing Flocka But them bars might offend you, see you the type to snitch Still get locked behind bars and let 'em pimp you Be a flunky for your bunky, iron drawls in a tank top resembled bra That's what you into You a p**y, period, a broad on her menstrual A right fist to jaw is how I send you Should I chill? Probably, nah the shotty soft It buck shots, ricocheted off walls hit body parts Knock a limb loose, invest in a bodyguard for your bodyguard Cause your bodyguard cannot defend you n***a look into my eyes, see the pain that I been through My uncle got murdered now murder is what I send you For bill money, lay 'em down flat when that rent due That lead clap, get yo head wrapped like a Hindu Word to Allah, turn m**m when shots from that thing fly I'm on the corner on the last call I blast off and turn your brains into bean pie So you can rap and play mad, boy I'ma let that black K blast And put your soul right next to the stars like a backstage pa** Boy you couldn't stand the heat but put your feet on the kitchen floor Now I'm sh**ting on you Ezel outside the liquor store from the front porch to the kitchen door f** rap we can scrap, but I got them superhero powers, listen boy I got a Superman, Spiderman, Batman back hand And it's worse than getting hit by Thor You gon' need 100 gats, the Power Rangers, the Thunder Cats That Tomb Raider b**h and more When I get the clicking more til my wrist is sore You hit the floor with every ligament tore You ain't ever seen no sh** like this before Boy you been battle rapping since February of 1992 What the f** are you still spitting for? Mook probably tell you to stay retired Your raps gone you should listen more Cause now you reminding us of hat zone Trying to snap back to a New Era that you not fitted for But let me guess, you not a rapper, you a trapper Well somebody better help your boy Break rule number one And keep the work in your house like you self-employed Boy, is dope at your crib? It's coke that you slanging Boom, I'm through the front door aiming the Wesson I know you got stripes like a referee, but this pistol ain't a whistle I get the banging, you flexing I tell em take me to his stash His coke, his cash f** what gang that you repping I hit the baseline and take the rock out like a change of possessions But I'ma do me in my 2 3, hit some pointers boss You ain't used to the full court trap or D That's why you been getting pressed since the coin got tossed You rap bar after bar after bar after bar I'm like what's your point? I'm lost You should get an 8 second violation for taking too long to get your point across That old III, n***as asked for that old III, well it's him again Renegade, Eminem, 45th in a tinted Benz Got more clips for him and him So you could put a price on my head, that's cool, then again You only paying bu*ter to get your mans toasted, send 'ern in (cinnamon) Think that breakfast a joke? Well all you funny guys f**ed So you better scramble before I yolk the Mac until your egg shell cracked Or get to bacon/baking at your ribs and turn sunny side up The reason why the street n***as feeling every line That's cause I'm 1300 military time, you get it? That's the one hoe, why let a gun blow? When I could play a center with a hawk like Mutumbo I would pan fry noodle this- Nah, let's make gumbo A couple cla**ics up under my belt, just had one more I'm at yo baby mama front door, knock knock ("Who is it?") "Rex, Dot Mob." ("Come in") Dumb hoe I walk up on her like I know he got a daughter but Rex don't give two donkey dicks or a goat's a** about that dumb hoe Where your son go? She say, "Go down past the restroom and one door" I say, "b**h you can walk fast or run slow." I walk up on the lil n***a, he say, "I know I ain't supposed to talk to strangers, but I ain't dumb though My daddy said you wouldn't blast." I said, "Little n***a you got me ga**ed. What do you think this pump's for?" Mossberg, chic chic dump four, before sunset your son dies And your family gon' be mourning/morning When they see the soul of your son/sun rise Rex gon' say something about III being gay A lie that we all know was f**ing wrong, chill But I'ma tell the truth about two b**hes I f**ed from New York that you got crushes on You be sending perverted text messages, pause Unsolicited dick pics to they f**ing phone I promised I wouldn't say they names, but get your phones ready Her number is 718-265- pause I'ma leave that the f** alone But you got money for this battle didn't you? Yeah so let's make a bet, make a threat Say you gon' get the chrome and handle me? That's what I thought I bang shots your sister, mother, brother, dang pops In the same box like a homeless family Boy you in the Lou', so I can show you how to get work in the slum Cause my hustle game sicker than Eazy-E on the 1st Of The Month I tell 'em that my Thugz in Harmony He acting like he still needing the proof Well he gon' wish these shells ain't hit his Flesh When I go Krazy and throw 3 from the Coupe But I'm Lazy so I'm thinking why raise up chrome? When these can break up Bones like Bizzy leaving the group In this battle I don't wanna hear nothing 'bout how you bang gats Cause you ain't click clack bang back when you got yo chain snatched I heard the n***a that robbed you got a Jesus piece too But he thought that he was too lame And softer than a Tity Boy now he got 2 Chainz But you can say all them rhymes about how you got Tecs and bangers But you flew to the Lou' and met this World Series flow Now you going home with an L like the Texas Rangers Fly Fam... bang [Round 1: T-Rex] Grown man bars is something III gon' have to deal with Cause no matter all them fabricated bum a** lines he said It ain't gon' equal up to this real sh** That gangsta sh** he shouldn't try here Cause I'm keeping it real... a n***a could die here We brung them 9's here, you know them hammers is on deck When them plane tickets was paid for and we ain't fly here So don't act like them 9's won't pow pack And I'll leave them b**hes on the crime scene and I'll fly back III ain't on my level this just a money move And from the outside looking in you can tell Hitman don't f** with you And Verb cause y'all some funny dudes Cause every battle that y'all had in New York City Hitman was right there backing you hoes up And at the biggest battle of his career against Arsonal You f*ggots don't show up And that's supposed to be his f**ing dude Yeah well that proves he funny dude, well I ain't with the laughing Let this n***a make a funny move And I'm shooting more times than Kobe do when he don't wanna lose Yo III best line wasn't a punchline, it was "Who is this n***a?" Honestly you don't know what I'll do to this n***a Put em in a pine box have the Fly Fam viewing this n***a They call him Pat Cause they don't know the sh** that you in (Ewing) my n***a So don't Aye Verb around and get k**ed I get a W on Ill, I beat n***as at Will This n***a is a f**ing fraud, biggest thing in his career being a under card sh** I'm tucking large, got a lot of heaters in the trunk of cars It's construction, that hammer on belt is just my f**ing job These battles done changed they made it personal III wanna get personal, say it in person now Hit his block, murk around, what comes around goes around Every time I come around I'm letting go a round He ain't never had a fight in his life Calicoe Unless it was domestic so that's gay violence And III ain't got no pride in his lyrics cause he gay priding Beat this h*mo n***a to d**h, I hate crime him You'll think I'm trying to spell "knife" the way that K silent As a kid III grew up dancing making his body twerk Wearing his moms lipstick wearing her bath and body works Me, I was raised by the gangsta's I let the shotty squirt Before we prayed to god we looked up to John Gotti first In his blog he said don't call him a "b**h or a b**h a** n***a" YOU SOUND LIKE A b*tch YOU b*tch ASS ni**a! You a f*g, you's a f*g wear a bag and a switch a** n***a Go to jail and probably s** a n***a dick a** n***a I'm a hungry Pitbull on a leash, I'm bout to chew off Thang on my waist I'm ready to let a few off Ambulance will carry Marlon away with his shoe off I make rain there (reindeer) When I'm trying to knock your roof off (Rudolph) I couldn't fly to St. Louis cause I ain't wanna leave my vest and my 3 gats But they respect me in the Lou, I'm like Julay and D. Mack I'll get my hands together, get your team clapped I smoke so many n***as I gotta wear a Nicotine patch I'm about it for real, no talking When Hitman called me and told me it was you I skipped to the Lou; (?) Have him wearing R.I.P. shirts with his face on it Now his body in the same church Ma$e talking III talk that monkey business the apes on him Got 'em jumping over the cars like Blake Dodger Shooting like I'm the point guard from Wake Forest Before I give 'em the bullet I tell em to wait for it Then shoot at this n***a cause that fifth is the best I ever had, Drake chorus I'm on it, I ain't with the acting like I'm trying to steal a beer How that 40 in my jacket, I'm the truth When I shoot I ain't talking bout a basket When I shoot, f** a hoop, you'll lay up in a casket I pull up real smooth, I'm like, "What happened? Whatever you got to say, say it to the ratchet I ain't with the flashing, if I pull it I'ma clap it I'ma have bullets in his tissues like boogers in a napkin I'm a gangsta, the wrong n***a to go after Hollow tips is like wind I let 'em blow at him Whether he survive or die, ehhhh it don't matter He can't shoot a MC when his Hammer is broke like that old rapper I'll go gatter, send my goons to go catch 'em Have his blood all on the Crys bottle, gold rapper I'm no rapper, get your jaw and your nose fractured For playing a bold rapper I'll go toe tag ya See this is what I'm motherf**ing talking 'bout A n***a that get too much liquor in they system and they wanna brawl it out Whatever III got in that cup he better put it down or pour it out 'For the coroners have to come pick him up and sort him out So please don't try to get fake wild Dot Mob ain't into talking we let that Fif say "BOW!" Whatever he got in his mind he get that sh** sprayed out He gon' need tubes to breathe, fish tank style So St. Louis don't cheat me and say y'all man won Cause that's exactly what the judge gon' give me, man one Murder in the first degree with a handgun Y'all just now saw me In the middle of the crowd taking pictures with n***as in the Lou' In New York he act nervous I power bomb you on your neck until your back broken f** who you on the phone with When that Mac squirting I'll have everybody he called drop; bad service Owww! I'll give him a shell in his face I'll give him a shot that he never could drink I'll put him in a box and send him away The reason I keep saying "I'll" I'm saying his name This n***a soft he got a gelatin frame I'll shoot everybody I can find with his relatives name Big fifth extend clip I'll put your mans in a box with a mailing address, I get your friend-shipped I got the same guns as TIP, but they ain't find mine III cross these guidelines all he hearing his "BLOW! BLOW!" I'm from the hood where n***as stab you in your front One of your best friends go and stash you in the trunk You could play like it won't happen if you want And be one of them n***as found slain with the maggots in your guts Chump, when the beef is on I'm outside barefooted with the Tommy no time to put my sneakers on I seen the toughest n***as go and make precinct calls My team you don't know what's behind us like when a preacher walks For that money we'll tear up n***as III will die on his toes, he a stand up n***a Drama I'm riding, they right there with me Silencer on the front, you never hear that spitting Please don't say our name out there We'll bring out them 2 K's to show you it ain't a game out here With that Tec I got aim out hurr I don't care if there's a combination on you, you ain't safe our hurr You think you Superthug well I'll knock the S off you One in his head and thank you to whoever brought the vest for you It's no respect for you, I treat you like raw coke Before I knock you off the boat, I'll step on you My k**ers hungry we ain't never had a thousand cash For 5 of those they'll body III without a mask Go to his car, spark him out his gla** When they find him he look like a crash dummy but without the bag III could rap but why he gotta be thug with it? Tell him to watch your mouth or wash your mouth I'll put blood in it You love gimmicks you always fooling n***as I'm the camera man, I'm always shooting n***as Flawless with the Taurus, K told me I'm a Ruger n***a AR with the scope, I'm a off the roof the n***a I bring it to the n***a this is what you oughta go look at the microwave And go see the face of your daughter to save the case for the porters Money can't get her back unless that cat got 9 lives And if so, she'll be back III rap! I live what I'm writing I done escaped 4 raids and 3 indictments, I'm exciting Did y'all see me at the Conceited battle When I said them 12 x 12 skinny's keep f**ing up my hands But my work is great So imagine how I feel trying to open up them 38 x 38's? He want protection now, chopper knock his section down Grab him by his neck and ahhh you lucky it ain't a 2nd round That n***a dead! That n***a dead!