URLtv, Danny Myers - Big T vs. Danny Myers lyrics
[URLtv, Danny Myers - Big T vs. Danny Myers lyrics]
When they called me
I knew this battle was a prospect
I came from public housing and still
Made you a project bar God!
Is this the King of the Small Room? NO!
Just a lame-ass bitch!
When I stuff yo’ fat ass in a
Coffinthat’s when you can claim that shit!
I bang that fif’, it’s no talk
We spot you? We go off we shootin’ at you
If we miss the
(Mr) T, it’s gon’ be mo’ hawks! (mohawks)
You got a team
(ATeam) full of bitches, a lame clique
You the nigga NWX don’t even claim, trick!
You been on SMACK for years
And still makin’ the same grip
Well, let me show Terrance how words
(Terrence Howard) can get you known
For that main ("Mayne") shit
Veins split! Peep the leak when his neck rips
He’ll stream content like he
Competin’ with Netflix
You desperate! You not this hustler
That you let on
When y’all mention Terrance and rockssee
(Terrence and Rocsi)
That’s nothin’ you could bet (BET) on
And they tryna push these DMV rappers
Tell them niggas every round sloppy
Next time I see P
(ICP) , I’mma tell him he got a Clown Posse
Round body! I’ll splatter you shit
You gon’ coat the ground
Experts’ll point out where your arm
Is like an ultrasound
Fuckface! you’ll be in surgery from a tough 8
And just like this app
Yo’ mama gon’ get The Update i frustrate
We hardly, cared about this T (tea) party
I’ll snipe him
Then shoot to JFK: Lee Harvey! He’s sorry!
I’ll run up on him and burn the Luger
The Chi fucks with Lil Durk
Me, too - the German shooter!
I learn maneuvers
Gemstar to his stomach, he’ll leak glucose
Then I’ll have a rising star
In Chicago: Tru Foe this what I do know - he
A legend from gun sounds
What the hell is wrong?
Disney+: man, the lore he in
(Mandalorian) , he better keep a helmet on
What the hell is wrong?
All that shit you talkin’ is not debatable
But that’s what happen when you leave Tuna
Sittin’ for a day or two
I won’t play wit’ you!
In yo’ own crew, you not Top 2!
"Chillaka?" Is that the sound you
Heard when they shot you? I’ll pop you!
Try to run, watch how I clap your flesh
I’ll get Big (BIG) in two discs: now tell
Me ‘bout Life After Death
Bitch, I rap the best!
And he on the ground wit’ this shit
This wack MC got another two
Rounds of this shit yikes!
Yo’ bitch said me and Smack
Can beat her face, skeet her cakes
Three dicks a freakin’ day, man
She’s a disgrace when I’m squeezin’
The trigger fuckin’ up my cuticles
Fuck! Ten shots was ugly
But one was beautiful!
I swear, I ain’t wanna mention this
But every fitness gym in this country
Got a free three day membership
That’s how I know this nigga lyin’
He got this image with the gift of rhymin’
He had every chance in the world
And he still wouldn’t lift the iron
What, nigga!? What!? I got a marksman
Once you step in his view, the pole’ll blast
You gettin’ bucks you can’t even
See like an overdraft
Rone told yo’ ass ‘bout yo’ eatin’ habit's
Just behave all that extra gravy gon’ lead
To an extra grave! TECs’ll wave
Can I get a little respect?
Wish I could shoot you wit’ the
Bullet in Lil Reese neck!
You gettin’ G-checked
I get at you niggas wit’ true conviction
I’ll have a thief and murderer next
To T like the Crucifixion
Nigga, you should listen
I’m in New York on a ruthless mission
Magazine got a 30 day trial:
Get a new subscription
I heard all the euphemisms and indirects
Ever since I put an end to Rex
Every time I come to the East
I gotta fight to get respect
It’s clear! I give ‘em STATIC!
It’s godly what I write!
But, I learned if you shock ‘em enough times
They’ll see the body come to life!
You told yo’ crew I was trash-
I’m too cold, boy, I’m too cold, boy, yeah
You told your crew I was trash
And you meant that straight from the heart
What this member meant
(dismemberment) was I’ll take him apart
This is the separation
I know cats that brung guns for me
That’s why I march wit’ the piece
(peace) like Blacks in Montgomery
I’ll crack this punk comfortably, humbly
I’ll demolish him the blade finna spill T
(tea) for the gossipin’ oxygenseeps out
I’ll make this nigga bleed first t mind his
(T-minus) precious seconds before
He leaves Earth i’m really an OG-
Nigga, I’m too cold!
I’m really an OG! The milli’ gets no sleep!
I’ll have niggas rockin’ Big T
Like Philly in ‘03! I’m killin’ th- AAHH!
I’m really an OG! The milli’ gets no sleep!
I’ll have niggas rockin’ Big T
Like Philly in ‘03!
I’m killin’ this ho, peep
I got guys that’ll dirt nap you
It’ll be nothin’ but caps in his
Background like the Surf battle!
We first snatch you in broad day
To get the crowd hype
Then the Deadliest Catch Tuna to show
Him it’s a wild life what a foul price!
He on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got a whole
‘nother round of this shit yikes!
What’s the differencebetween a suspectand
A person of interest?
You should have the notes
Real killers know if you don’t leave
A witnessyou don’t have to know
I’ll shoot him through the clavicle
Unilateral raise the stock
Bullets goin’ off the head like Supernatural
Danny Jr was goin’, "Pewm pewm! POW!"
I said, "What’s the deal, son?"
He said, "Daddy
I see aliens i’m just tryin’ to kill some
Do you wanna play with me? I
Wanna have a lil’ fun" i said
"I’ll stop makin’ gun sounds the moment
I got a real one"
You was on Twitter askin’ niggas for
Beats to get your music done
Cooli’ll show up to your studio
And produce a gun! Useless bum!
That shit you tweet from your
Phone got me damn ‘noyed!
Please don’t make me give T $800
(T-800) over Android! DAMN, BOY!
ALL YOU GOT for a bunch of years
Is a classic with Surf, a loss to Hollow
And some mothafuckin’ bunny ears!
What’s funny here, you joined a crew to try
To brawl wit’ us niggas
You was better without the X
(ex) like, shit, like all of us niggas
Don’t try to call for your niggas
‘cause soon as I dump the 8
They gon’ Get Out once they see T
(tea) in the Sunken Place
I can do this at a drunken pace
You can’t name a foe I fear
He said he the King of the Small Room? Man
Hold my beer do you believe in a- Fuck that!
You ain’t even gon’ get it, son
‘Cause if there is a Parallel Universe
You can’t fit in one!
Pick a gun - my finger ain’t near the safety
While you got this bazooka
Lookin’ all weird and crazy
I’m the GOAT! Look at how my year been, baby!
Your slogan is "Quiet!"just like
Yo’ career been lately bE QUIET!
Every day, we see violence! My residence
(Resident) Evil: we give a
Fuck about a T-Virus!
I almost got caught wit’ ten of them things
Meanwhile, his Coke plug is
The vending machine
Venomous schemes, I pulled on the low-key
I was brushin’ my beard and
Realized I was the GOAT, t
(goatee) quote me!
You on the ground wit’ this shit
Thank the Lord he ain’t got
Another round of this shit yikes (chuckles)
Good shit, man
I knew this battle was a prospect
I came from public housing and still
Made you a project bar God!
Is this the King of the Small Room? NO!
Just a lame-ass bitch!
When I stuff yo’ fat ass in a
Coffinthat’s when you can claim that shit!
I bang that fif’, it’s no talk
We spot you? We go off we shootin’ at you
If we miss the
(Mr) T, it’s gon’ be mo’ hawks! (mohawks)
You got a team
(ATeam) full of bitches, a lame clique
You the nigga NWX don’t even claim, trick!
You been on SMACK for years
And still makin’ the same grip
Well, let me show Terrance how words
(Terrence Howard) can get you known
For that main ("Mayne") shit
Veins split! Peep the leak when his neck rips
He’ll stream content like he
Competin’ with Netflix
You desperate! You not this hustler
That you let on
When y’all mention Terrance and rockssee
(Terrence and Rocsi)
That’s nothin’ you could bet (BET) on
And they tryna push these DMV rappers
Tell them niggas every round sloppy
Next time I see P
(ICP) , I’mma tell him he got a Clown Posse
Round body! I’ll splatter you shit
You gon’ coat the ground
Experts’ll point out where your arm
Is like an ultrasound
Fuckface! you’ll be in surgery from a tough 8
And just like this app
Yo’ mama gon’ get The Update i frustrate
We hardly, cared about this T (tea) party
I’ll snipe him
Then shoot to JFK: Lee Harvey! He’s sorry!
I’ll run up on him and burn the Luger
The Chi fucks with Lil Durk
Me, too - the German shooter!
I learn maneuvers
Gemstar to his stomach, he’ll leak glucose
Then I’ll have a rising star
In Chicago: Tru Foe this what I do know - he
A legend from gun sounds
What the hell is wrong?
Disney+: man, the lore he in
(Mandalorian) , he better keep a helmet on
What the hell is wrong?
All that shit you talkin’ is not debatable
But that’s what happen when you leave Tuna
Sittin’ for a day or two
I won’t play wit’ you!
In yo’ own crew, you not Top 2!
"Chillaka?" Is that the sound you
Heard when they shot you? I’ll pop you!
Try to run, watch how I clap your flesh
I’ll get Big (BIG) in two discs: now tell
Me ‘bout Life After Death
Bitch, I rap the best!
And he on the ground wit’ this shit
This wack MC got another two
Rounds of this shit yikes!
Yo’ bitch said me and Smack
Can beat her face, skeet her cakes
Three dicks a freakin’ day, man
She’s a disgrace when I’m squeezin’
The trigger fuckin’ up my cuticles
Fuck! Ten shots was ugly
But one was beautiful!
I swear, I ain’t wanna mention this
But every fitness gym in this country
Got a free three day membership
That’s how I know this nigga lyin’
He got this image with the gift of rhymin’
He had every chance in the world
And he still wouldn’t lift the iron
What, nigga!? What!? I got a marksman
Once you step in his view, the pole’ll blast
You gettin’ bucks you can’t even
See like an overdraft
Rone told yo’ ass ‘bout yo’ eatin’ habit's
Just behave all that extra gravy gon’ lead
To an extra grave! TECs’ll wave
Can I get a little respect?
Wish I could shoot you wit’ the
Bullet in Lil Reese neck!
You gettin’ G-checked
I get at you niggas wit’ true conviction
I’ll have a thief and murderer next
To T like the Crucifixion
Nigga, you should listen
I’m in New York on a ruthless mission
Magazine got a 30 day trial:
Get a new subscription
I heard all the euphemisms and indirects
Ever since I put an end to Rex
Every time I come to the East
I gotta fight to get respect
It’s clear! I give ‘em STATIC!
It’s godly what I write!
But, I learned if you shock ‘em enough times
They’ll see the body come to life!
You told yo’ crew I was trash-
I’m too cold, boy, I’m too cold, boy, yeah
You told your crew I was trash
And you meant that straight from the heart
What this member meant
(dismemberment) was I’ll take him apart
This is the separation
I know cats that brung guns for me
That’s why I march wit’ the piece
(peace) like Blacks in Montgomery
I’ll crack this punk comfortably, humbly
I’ll demolish him the blade finna spill T
(tea) for the gossipin’ oxygenseeps out
I’ll make this nigga bleed first t mind his
(T-minus) precious seconds before
He leaves Earth i’m really an OG-
Nigga, I’m too cold!
I’m really an OG! The milli’ gets no sleep!
I’ll have niggas rockin’ Big T
Like Philly in ‘03! I’m killin’ th- AAHH!
I’m really an OG! The milli’ gets no sleep!
I’ll have niggas rockin’ Big T
Like Philly in ‘03!
I’m killin’ this ho, peep
I got guys that’ll dirt nap you
It’ll be nothin’ but caps in his
Background like the Surf battle!
We first snatch you in broad day
To get the crowd hype
Then the Deadliest Catch Tuna to show
Him it’s a wild life what a foul price!
He on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got a whole
‘nother round of this shit yikes!
What’s the differencebetween a suspectand
A person of interest?
You should have the notes
Real killers know if you don’t leave
A witnessyou don’t have to know
I’ll shoot him through the clavicle
Unilateral raise the stock
Bullets goin’ off the head like Supernatural
Danny Jr was goin’, "Pewm pewm! POW!"
I said, "What’s the deal, son?"
He said, "Daddy
I see aliens i’m just tryin’ to kill some
Do you wanna play with me? I
Wanna have a lil’ fun" i said
"I’ll stop makin’ gun sounds the moment
I got a real one"
You was on Twitter askin’ niggas for
Beats to get your music done
Cooli’ll show up to your studio
And produce a gun! Useless bum!
That shit you tweet from your
Phone got me damn ‘noyed!
Please don’t make me give T $800
(T-800) over Android! DAMN, BOY!
ALL YOU GOT for a bunch of years
Is a classic with Surf, a loss to Hollow
And some mothafuckin’ bunny ears!
What’s funny here, you joined a crew to try
To brawl wit’ us niggas
You was better without the X
(ex) like, shit, like all of us niggas
Don’t try to call for your niggas
‘cause soon as I dump the 8
They gon’ Get Out once they see T
(tea) in the Sunken Place
I can do this at a drunken pace
You can’t name a foe I fear
He said he the King of the Small Room? Man
Hold my beer do you believe in a- Fuck that!
You ain’t even gon’ get it, son
‘Cause if there is a Parallel Universe
You can’t fit in one!
Pick a gun - my finger ain’t near the safety
While you got this bazooka
Lookin’ all weird and crazy
I’m the GOAT! Look at how my year been, baby!
Your slogan is "Quiet!"just like
Yo’ career been lately bE QUIET!
Every day, we see violence! My residence
(Resident) Evil: we give a
Fuck about a T-Virus!
I almost got caught wit’ ten of them things
Meanwhile, his Coke plug is
The vending machine
Venomous schemes, I pulled on the low-key
I was brushin’ my beard and
Realized I was the GOAT, t
(goatee) quote me!
You on the ground wit’ this shit
Thank the Lord he ain’t got
Another round of this shit yikes (chuckles)
Good shit, man
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