URLtv, T-Rex, Danny Myers - T-Rex vs. Danny Myers lyrics

They think cause they got me in New
York I'ma be outta my zone
Well as long as there's
Gangstas and real niggas
In the buildin' I'ma feel like I'm home
A few years ago I witnessed
Diddy give him $10, 000
Well I'm 'bout to shoot this
Nigga so many times when
The cops get to the scene they gon' be like
"Damndid he give him ten thousand?"
I've been wildin'
Shoot you comfortable from a foldin' chair
So used to the handle bein' on my stomach
Sometimes I don't even know it's there
Two 25's and a Mossberg
Which one I use to get him gone?
It's only right I extinct T-Rex
Usin' a little arms
Nigga, what you know aboutfuck it
I ain't gonna go that route
Cause, I'ma say some shit these people
Ain't supposed to know about
But, I paid you out my pocket
All drug money cause I have a skill
But some niggas know that I'm workin'
With a half a mil'
Remember, Half-A-Mil? One of his best
Songs was Some Niggas
See these are the type of lessons I
Gotta teach to these dumb niggas
You ever ran up on a nigga
And let it slide like, "Forget about it"
Then turn around in a moment of
Shock cause yo' nigga shot him?
I've been a problem
From long range I've got high percentage
I'll show you how to put a mask
Over your face like a flight attendant
Bar God! I'm suppose to be humble
Cause you "a legend"? Fuck that, how clown?
Shootin' at you from my balcony the
Only time I bow down on some real shit
My mama did 15 but ain't nothin' to me
Cause my daddy did 20 but he
Back in doin' another 20
Who fuckin' wit' me? I'll run up with
The TEC and I'm droppin' 'em
K-Shine gon' be like
"Get that nigga Rex!to the hospital"
It's optional, i could put this down and
Grab the other piece
You prolly got a tattoo with a half a
Heart and K-Shine got the other piece
Don't fuck wit' me!
I didn't set this battle up
Just to bring me stardom i set it up
To tell you to yo' face
I'm the king of Harlem
A west coast nigga, I'm here
To check you nigga
In yo' motherfuckin' face
I disrespect you nigga
You only livin' cause a nigga
Like me let you nigga
You died on the same day as your nephew nigga
Rex, I silence the gat when I get close to ya
I take the ring off before I get
To the pussy like an adulterer
I blaze heaters, everything I say is ether
To you this is a battle but
To me it's way deeper
You said you hold yo' gun more
Than you hold yo' son
Well that can't be true because
To me it looks
Like you don't know how to raise either
Them cave seekin'
Here's somethin' you should
Get straight first these people paid money
They ain't tryin' to hear a mixtape verse
Don't spit that
That's only cool if we cipherin'
It's only right he gets ten cent
(sent) for recyclin'
The portrait of a real nigga
That's what y'all get out
These verses from me
I guess all yo' 45's and MAC's
Sit next to yo' nursing degree
We ain't got no CNA license
All my niggas in the streets is doomed
I guess you the same gangsta that'll shoot a
Nigga then go and treat the wound
What kind of shit is that? You
Need lessons, step into my office, family
So next round, fuck Rex, please
Let me talk to Randy i'll blam him
You on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another
(two rounds of this shit) yikes!

Grown man bars something he gotta deal with
No matter how many of them
Fabricated lines he just said
It ain’t gon equal up to this real shit
It's like every time Danny call Beasley
Or Smack they change the date
I only had to do that shit to show you
This ain't the first time I made you wait
You was all in every interview like
"I'ma do this" and "I'ma do that"
Talkin' 'bout this $12
000 like there was ever really a
Chance of you gettin' it back
He not knowin' that shit he was sayin' on the
Radio is the reason he
Might gettin' him clapped
So nigga you was dead on yo' money
I only did this for Smack
I do what I wanna do nigga every city
Every state with my jewelry that's
Cause I'm comfortable nigga i took ya $12
000 and battled you when I wanted to nigga
Ayo Shotgun Suge
That's how you pocket check a
Nigga without touchin' a nigga!
Where I'm from
A nigga will kill a nigga over half a stack
They fuck wit' me so much shit they'll
Prolly do it for half of that
So imagine what they'll do to a nigga if
I say he owe me a $12, 000 stack
Yo Lux, them niggas gon'
Start thinkin' like Ma$e
They lookin' past the (pastor) rap
Tell Danny I got a box for him
And them freckles don't look the same when
There's stitches on top of 'em
With a mask and a surgical gloves
I'll doctor him have him hooked to so many
Cables they go optimum
Ayo, I was goin' through
Some serious shit with
My nephew when I almost decked you
So I'm bein' real this is not the time
That aggressive shit
Only gon' get you shot and robbed
Bunch of killers
Slide and open the van like a soccer mom
Like James Harden on a fast break
You see a Rocket fly
I don't know what these niggas
Thought after that Clip's shit
Cause, I'm not no regular nigga
And I was raised by a
Whole bunch of negative niggas
No Swave but wit' that blade I'll sever
(Sevah) a nigga
You kiss the bow on camera like Erica nigga
I'm shootin' until his camp done
It wasn't no kidnap money but when
He saw me he ran some (ransom)
Cocked it, put one in his leg
Now he can't run i'm shootin' bad
Holdin' me back now that's an And 1
They say that the sun bring out your
Freckles so you can see them joints
Only thing science proves is
That he'll show his
True colors when the heat is on
My waist is like a yellow cab
That's what the meter on
And I'll be all in his woman eyes
(womanize) like I treat her wrong
My young niggas know I send him them birds
You niggas gon' shoot for me if
I give him the word
Broad day leave his shit on the curb
It'll be sadder than when Boyz I I Men
Was singin' The End Of The Road
The revolver like laundry
I gotta spin it to load
He fresh outta the drier, he finna get fold
Hollow tips starts rippin' his bones
He was shot from head to toe
There's even bullets in the tip of his toes
I give you what you need cause I'ma boss
If you buy enough of this shit
I'll even come drop it off
Weed, coke, hard or soft
I'm sellin' fish scale
I use the baking soda as the tarter sauce
Let him get hype with I
(eye) and I'm a lash out
Aim a pistol at him
That bitch nigga might pass out
When nothin' fuckin' happened like spendin'
The night at Jaz' house
Ayo Lux a whole bag full of guns
Shit'll look like I'm takin' the trash out
See I'm leavin' wit' this nigga head
Y'all already know my slogan
(This nigga dead)
No, no, no it wasn't funny he dead
I leave him like Sonny he dead
I was serious, this was for Smack cause for
Yo' money you dead bitch nigga

Charlie Clips exposed you put yo'
Fingers in yo' ass damn, what happened B?
Normally, I get criticized for all the
Hand shakes and dappin' G
But not this battle
That friendly shit couldn't get in my plans
I'm in yo' face you already got
Some shit on yo' hands bar God!
I promise nigga
Look me in my eyes and be honest nigga
Have you ever felt the weight of killin'
Another man on yo' conscious nigga?
My nigga Black was like
"I don't give a fuck if
They ever find this nigga"
Cause Black Thought that shit was
Common like a conscious nigga
I'll knock you unconscious nigga
My savagery beyond this nigga
That 50 Cal has seven
Motherfuckas behind this nigga
We used to have family dinner
At a round table
Real niggas can bare wit' me
Death has taken us
Every year you notice a different chair empty
That's why I keep a flare wit' me
Hood life will never change
My niggas walkin' around wit'
Bullets in they body
But only feel 'em when the weather change
Beretta's bang, I'll bury you
Crazy anonmyous they gon' have to dig up
Rex with a paleontologist bar God!
Bitch nigga like you can get exposed
Real quick I lift his soul
I'm in his bushes
Crouched down with the deuce
Like a prison pose
My nigga got the camcorder
Filmin' the whole shit
So when I spark the gun bullets Smack you
End your career on DVD like
Where it started from
You keep seein' that same car drive by you
We in the backseat gettin' them gats together
That Millennia passed you five times
That's the Jurassic era
But the sixth time we stopped, hop out
That's when yo' ass in terror
Bars from Brazil
Start kickin' wit' a rhythm that's Capoeira
Bar God!
Amazin' bars, sometimes they even amaze me
Shatter his jaw
He'll be Pieces Of A Man like AZ
I got a small gun that'll bury
A nigga like eight feet
And a large one that'll give him a wake
(awake) but he stay sleep
I ride through Harlem in a tinted
Lex lookin' for this nigga Rex
Anybody on the internet wit' a
Little bit of intellect
Will tell you this is up close and
Personal there won't be no indirects
Bullets goin' into Rex
That'll be the end of Rex
Knockin' out his Memorex
Niggas won't remember Rex
I've been a threat
Gun on his forehead leave his brains smoke
Between the streets and battle rap
I'm the missin' link like my chain broke
Me and this nigga ain't the same folks
I'm better than all the prior greats
I'm the new legend
Get this washed up nigga outta Myers' face
When I first pulled the trigger
I couldn't get it to fire straight
I had to get used to lickin'
That shit like an acquired taste
I'll chase this nigga down his fire escape
If me and this guy fight, then mase him
But, if he come back for the second
Time I'll see that he find Christ
You know when Ma$e came back for
The second time he found Christ
You like to take a whole bunch of
Filler bullshit and make it sound nice
This crowd nice
You came from the old era to the new battles
But no matter what you do
Yo' legacy will forever be in Mook's shadow
Dot Mobb, Harlem niggas
All the men were snitches
No wonder we use a Dot to end a sentence
Bare witness!
I'll run up on him with the 45 smokin'
You said you wasn't gon' blink
You right cause you down wit' yo' eyes open
The God's spoken and you on
The ground wit' this shit
This wack MC got a whole
'nother round of this shit yikes!

I hired you to do this
Battle, then I was like, "Hold up wait
I gave this nigga a job and on
His first day he shows up late"
You ain't no different than nobody else
You just another nigga to wil' on
When a stoned Miles choked in front of Lux
Lux hit a milestone
You peep that, I give 'em props
But fuck Lux and Mook I get 'em shot
Bullets will change the landscape of yo'
City that's the Harlem Renaissance
You ain't gotta look for beef
But if you prefer searchin'
I make sure a meetin' witchu
And Lucifer for certain
When a Ruger burst curtains
While you was playin' first person shooters I
Was taught to shoot the first person!
My niggas sported blue rags, Dickie suit's
Curb servin' herb burnin'
School Of The Hard Knocks but
We learn from it cali life is stressful
It ain't all glory nigga
My uncle jumped from the 15th floor
I got stories nigga
I was crossed like a white Klan
Damn hood I'm in
Thinkin' 'bout my nigga Young B and
What his lifespan coulda been
You killed a nigga over yo' chain?
Well Lux should've told you
It wasn't worth it
Over somethin' the white man put us in
Put I ain't like the nigga you got
I'll put you in the grave Rex
I'ma take the chain off this
Pussy like slave sex
My niggas shoot random inside yo'
House with the gauge, tEC's
And hope shit turns out negative
Like an AIDS test
I got a bitch posted in yo'
Area, she a born thug, bad
She only two miles away and ready
To bang like a PornHub ad bar God!
Every battle Danny spazzin', oh jeah
I'm 'bout to do Randy, Savage
If there's a crown in this battle shit
I'm destined to get it
I open my coat and show
This nigga the second ammendment
No question I'm wit' it
You ain't got to wonder where them cans are
It's like you fell out with
That nigga from Dot Mobb
You ain't fuckin' with Dan bars
We plan ours
Kick the back do' in then them guns follow
Smack ya brother, whoever make a move
Get dumb hollows
Any silly shit, you'll drum swallow
I'll snatch the pad out
Yo' baby mother's panties
And squeeze the blood into yo' son bottle
Sit her bitch ass down and force
Her to feed it to him
Write, "My son is a faggot" and force
You to read it to him
What's happenin' Rex? You a ho ass nigga
I don't like lames
This bullet belt across my chest
Lookin' like a bike chain my fight game
You ain't know I was that damn cruel?
I'll back hand you 'til they
Gotta cat scan you black van crew
Any nigga on my team will beam him
I'll make you talk to the can' like
Tin cups with the string between 'em
Bar God! Even if he tried to shoot me
I already figure he'll miss me
Why? Well Hell, his trigger finger is shitty
I rise champ, hit the block
Grind and provide camp
I'm eatin' you for every time
My mama was denied stamps
You ain't nowhere near protection
I'll grab a Tommy and drain a drum like
I'm tryin' to heal an ear infection
My cousin was like
"Rex really wit' that shit don't call him
A bitch or a bitch ass nigga" i said
"You know what I'ma do to this
Bitch you bitch ass nigga?"
It really seems like I'm tryin' to
Kill this nigga by any means
You went from 12
12 skinnies to dressin' like you
12 in some skinny jeans
Rex makes them call time