URLtv, Murda Mook - Murda Mook vs. Yung Hot lyrics

Now I know y'all confused like
"What's up with this picture?"
Cause y'all like, "Aight, we know Mook
But who the fuck is this nigga?"
I ain't even pick this fight either
If that's what you thinkin'
Truth about it is
This lil nigga asked for this spankin'
I was supposed to battle 'Trashidy'
For one hundred thousand
He said 'no' to a hundred grand
And couldn't sell one hundred albums
Next nigga they threw in my
Face was Reed Dollaz
That was for twenty five grand
I said, "Let's do it, no problem"
Soon as it was time for
Him to sign that sheet
Ask anybody in his city
They couldn't find him for a week
I was on every nigga line in Philly
His management, his mans and
Shit, EA's, Tech 9's, gilly's
When we finally got a hold of him
Through all the litigation
We like, "We wanna know the verdict shorty
You got niggas waitin'"
He said, "My answers no i ain't scared
It's just I'm sayin' if I do take a L it
Will fuck up my situation"
I got an independent deal Mook
I'm trying to make a hit
I got an album coming' CLICK I
Don't wanna hear that shit i was stuck like
"What the fuck? I gotta get this pay
Like twenty five K on the
Way? No fuckin' way"
I get a call the next day
Heard this nigga wanna play
Okay, we did the contract
Signing and what not

And that's how y'all sittin' here
Lookin' at 'Yung Twat'
I know I said I'm retired
I'm apologizing to my fans
But for twenty five grand
I figure'd you'd understand
But damn, I'm in a loose-loose situation
Because I'm Murda Mook and he
The third string replacement
Y'all expecting me to kill 'em
Y'all don't know he could rap
Whatever's lower than a underdog
He lower than that so when he do spit his
Shit and say something okay-ish
It’s goin' sound ten times better
Cause it's going against the greatest
I do think I'm the greatest -
I believe in the hype
That's why every time you hear me
I compare me to Mike
Example: Remember AI crossed Mike
Out his sneakers?
It seemed so much worse cause we
Ain't think Mike had a weakness
Off of that one move AI got his fame
They forgot Jordan had 35 and
Still won that game dig what I'm sayin'?
When we was young
He was a bum - no pants and no hobbies
Dirty clothes, lice all in his hair
His nose snotty
Bitches wouldn't even touch him
Said he had the cooties
Niggas'll snatch his hat off his
Head and play saluchi
On the basketball court
He was pussy - small cat
They take his rock, he turn Ricky like
"Gimmie my ball back"

If you had Dough Boy you
Couldn't get your ball back
You goin' forever be a son - you
Should live in a ball sack
And don't talk about all your AKs, ARs
And shotgun, MAC 10's
Nines that you spray off gimme a metaphor
Punchline - you ain't never done crime
Word is
He had an encounter with one time one time
And it isn't from no gunnin'
Or bussin' the shot
Its cause he ain't go to court
For a summance he got
You not a don, red and white octagon, STOP!
This is not who you are-
Time gets called on Mook

Should I do it later or should
I just laugh now?
Cause he just reiterated what I
Stated in my last round
All that rah rah shit
How you be hoodied and masked down
It sound cute but shut it up because
I'm startin' to get mad now
They said, "Murda went to school"
I ain't a hustler, boy listen
Ask the homeroom, I was eight ball pitchin'
I had all my whores clickin'
I was in class makin' switches
I'm throwin' P the point threes
The teacher point to me and I could still
Answer the question of "Who
Was Charles Dickens?"
That's an author by the way
But, if y'all really pay attention to
The shit this nigga say
Y'all realize he say the same
Shit a different way
One rhyme he killed a nigga
Cause he sparked the pound
Next rhyme he kill a nigga
Cause he Hawk'ed him down
Next rhyme he kill a nigga cause
He forced him to drown
Well if you doin' all this killin'
How the fuck you ain't in jail right now?
How you get dollars
Ain't got six dollars for bail right now?
You make me sick! Somebody get me
A ginger ale right now

Fans say, "Get on YouTube
Let's see what he got"
After five minutes I couldn't even watch
I needed to stop
I even let my girl listen she like
"He ain't hot"
I even tried to give you props Aak
Believe it or not i said, "Baby
You don't know who this
Is? This Yung Hotness" she said
"I don't give a fuck who
That is son garbage!" ever since Lebron
These youngins got the disease
Of thinkin' they can come from high school
And just hop in the league
That's until they come across the MVP
And I'd gladly designate that ass and show
Him college should've been they speed
Sho' Nuff
I'm sick of hearin' this mumbo, jumbo from he
Catchin' bullets wit' his teeth
Nigga please,!
Try me, I got somethin' real in these hands
Stop talkin' 'bout you been
Blowin' the trigger

Please, you wouldn't squeeze if you
Was half boa constrictor
Battle between me and- hhuh
You know who the victor
And you know who the victim
We all know it's this nigga
He stick a pinkie toe past Philly
They wouldn't notice this nigga
I'm noticed everywhere
Let's blame that on my nose gettin' bigger
He sayin' he don't battle but you
Up here like you nice
Now, either somethings loose in there or
Them braids is too tight
Cause that's like a nigga that ain't never
Threw a punch in his life
Thinkin' he 'bout to just win
A fight with Kimbo Slice
That thang ain't right
With this paper, I ball like skip to my lou
Stomp his gums out and hope they
Don't stick to my shoe
He heard the rappin', he heard the ratchet
His heart converge collapsing
Pockets, tapped it
All he had was Curtis Jackson
We done burst through the drama
Here come his mama, "What happened?"
"Ma'am, his heart stopped now what his
Heart gonna need is 'Murda' backwards"
And that's 'Murda' with an A at the end
Think about that for a secondsay I'ma win
That's 'a drum' eASY
Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep

Last round I saw it all on ya face duke
You was tight you was thinkin'
"This is the longest three
Minutes of my life" you was right
But, if you thought three
Minutes ain't burn right
Imagine how long that ride gon'
Feel on that turnpike
Y'all gassed Hot, sat at the light
This lil' nigga it's unfortunate too cause I
Like this lil' nigga
You know the feeling you get when
You whippin' ya small son?
It's hurtin' you cause it's hurtin' him
But, you know it's gon' help in the long run
But, you gotta teach him a lesson
Before they get too stubborn
My flow like a retarded kid gettin'
His dick licked by his mother
You ain't impressive with all
That aggressive shit that ain't clear?
You wanna impress me? Jump up in
The air and stay there believe me
There's viewers out there that hate my guts
You said I lost to Millz, Arty, Jones and Lux
They would love nothin' better than to
Vote for you, I trust, but
What you said tonight, itjust wasn't enough
Tough
Even the Philly people that wanna support you
That thought you could pull it
Off and say somethin' resourceful
They shakin' they head like
"Even his best shot was awful"
Understand, in the City Of Brotherly
Love gon' wanna abort you
You was better off just lettin' me extort you
At least you could've made an
Excuse sayin' I forced you
But losin' toe to toe
Head to head for the bread
How you gon' explain this to ya kids when
You tryin' to put 'em to bed?
But wait, what I even gotta do to you dudes?
I've won so much
Then naturally y'all want me to lose
But, if I lose y'all be disappointed to
See me come to an end
So think again, and you'll realize
Subconsciously you want me to win
Hide in the pen'? He wouldn't make
It past the holding cell
Then start negotiating, turning into Samuel
Hang ya head
You talkin' prison and can't do jail
Can you do the tombs
The bookings that at least?
They ain't even process the papers
And he ready to speak what's sad is
You only pinched for disturbing the peace
He like, "Give me a sheet i'll tell it
All if you give me release
I can tell you all the shit
That's goin' down in the street
I can tell you all the hustlers
That got it for cheap
I can tell you why they
Put Joey Jihad to sleep and where they sleep
House number 363
You ain't gotta use no stairs
This door right there 1B" you rat
But this New York state of mind is embedded
Tryin' to make me forget it
Be a waste of time
Watch out the window open
He thought crept slow
Poke his head up, get up, I'm dead up
See me, let go, curtain close, no
Won't be no next show
Unless Biggie Smalls is a guest
Then I guess so i got some friends that keep
A handful of blades
That'll cut a nigga like they
Had a handful of spades
Commit suicide, fall on that grenade
Chop off both your legs
Throw 'em inside a wave
Fuck a crackhead with AIDS once
She on the five day gimme my check now