URLtv, Ace Amin, Big T - Big T vs. Ace Amin lyrics

Big Terrance! Mr chilakaboo
But in Caffeine I heard it’s a echo
So call me Mr pik pak-ping
From the things I seen
It’s wars full of casualties
The clip full of capacity, yah’mean?
You know, capacity, Amin
Or I’m talkin’ ‘bout could pass Idi Amin
You know, rocket launchers and shit
"Boo-blakas" and shit
This my style, I started the shit
The capacity Yao Ming so chill out
‘Fore I knock this Freeway-lookin’
Shaquille O’Neal out
And nigga it’ll be a hole in his bitch
Now it’ll be a hole in this bitch
Now he in a hole in a ditch
Chillin’ like Buffalo Bill house
Oouu, fuck yo’ fat-ass baby mama
Take me to where yo’ real house
Where you used to live now


Nah, that’s a bitch that I could least’ll
(Lisa) crush forever like Milhousе
They tell me to chill out why?
You wanna bе hard over everything?
Beg your pardon, like your
Twitter account: pow, we gon’ put paws
(pause) over everything man, he used to it
He talkin’ about he like
His bars over everything
‘Cause you institutionalized
Of course you prefer bars over everything
"Big T, you didn’t mean that"
But for Amin, I mean that yo’ mean ass
Nigga I will Idi Amin Amin ass clean pass
I’ll make your team pass: Steve Nash
Knock your lock out: your League Pass
I’ll turn this whole Caffeine
Staff to green grass your whole league pass
Like your bald head
You will never get your waves back

Nigga bald head hit you
Where Keenan Ivory Wayans at?
Bald head hit you, clown ass nigga
Homie don’t play that nigga gon’ head
Let’s get homie on the playback
If I ride through yo’ block
And I don’t see nothin’ but white teeth
I mean (Amin) mug a nigga, we gon
Fill him for somethin’ hot, t (tea)
Oh you caught me, it’s gon’ be easy
Badidaboom badidabing
I put the switch on T 40
Now it’s E-40: it yadidididaaaming
Ya knidididow what I mean?
Nigga you was the typa nigga
When you was in jail
Beefin’ over wit’ Ja Rule and 50
And the nigga didn’t even know Ja Rule or 50
Gon’ head, i wish this DMX ass nigga try
To pull it wit’ me
Gon’ bark up the wrong tree
I got the Boomer wit’ me
Chilakaboo is wit’ me
All I’m sayin’: it’ll leave ya dead
2Pac, Machiavellli, Akinyele
You’ll get took out by a bitch
And it’s not R kelly
You’ll get took out by a bitch
Out the Fonzarelli
Ayyyyys, you’ll get took out by a bitch
Like Ox in Belly
Pop, and a nigga playin’ Ace
Today is not Jim Carrey pop the Desi
Akinyele- look
Nigga you think yo’ pen’s oil?
Y’all ain’t slick to a can of Pennzoil
Look, T put in work wit’ Twork
I black wit’ Jakk: that’s 2-1
What Drugz nigga I just wanna steal on you
Nigga I’on like the light skin on you
I can’t stand the beard on you
So do I go at all Lu tenants
(lieutenants) ‘til they spoils
Nah it’s a wrap for that: I
Get all Lu man and ‘em
(aluminum) ‘til they foiled
Nigga I’m ‘bout to big boy you
Since you was in a foil
You like popcorn y’all blew up in the bubble
Bubble baby
You would’ve blew up in the bubble
Bubble baby nigga if that was me
I would’ve popped up in the bubble
Like little kids playin’ in trouble
Gon’ head go up wit’ Lu if you want to
You gon’ be in harm’s way for
Cas’ like the lunch rubble
Anchorman doin’ the lunch scuffle
Nigga fuck you quiet!

Y’all ready to rap?

I been rappin’

Y’all hear me? Y’all hear me?

I been rappin’

I said y’all can’t decide for me
This supposed to be the
"World’s Most Respected"
That’s why we ask for nice emcees
You lost all that weight then gained it back
Don’t act funny ‘cause you lost
Your lil’ fake flat tummy
They booked this on Banned ‘cause Smack
Just like them IG models:
They know they ain’t got no
Business still advertisin’ T (tea)
Weapon X, bad guy: ‘ssumin I’ma heal
It’s nothin’ to me
You lookin’ for somethin’ to eat while
I’m movin’ on a meal
Machine on your back or I cut you a new
Flap: you want the scuba or the gills?
They say I don’t move at all wit’ skill
And the bump is my only highlight
That’s cool, ‘cause you took the bait
Yeah, shoulder bump and now I
Got Tuna on the reel i’m movin’ on to steel
Then I’m movin’ on to- then
I’m movin’ on to steel then I
Shut the fuck up then I move-
Good work then I then I’m movin’ on to steel
I said then I’m movin’ on to steel

Ugh let me get that water
I’m good

I said then I’m movin’ on to steel
Grab the Desert
You ‘bout to die from your thirst
Get locked in a hearse
He thought this was a shortcut
Upstairs, and Heaven’s door
He knocked on it first
Let who in? Unemployment boomin’: this
Shit not gonna work
You shoulda took the route to the stairs
You thought you wanted to Elevate so bad
The nigga fucked around and got
A Dot on his shirt
That’s not dye on your shirt
I fell in love wit’ those tools
I’m talkin’ had ‘em everywhere
Even lunch and homeroom
Not just in the house
And not just in those rooms
I adjusted those rooms
Even when I was on the road
I took it to my brother’s dorm room
You think I’m slippin’? I took
My style from him
So you could come along through
You actin’ like you ‘bout to sneak in where
T (and wear tee)? Like I don’t keep steel
In (stealin’) my brother clothes too
Don’t leave your mother so soon
Niggas tried to pack you, line and tag you
You almost died, looked up and said
"God is that you?"
They tried to straight up kill ya
Baseball fielder: niggas wanna slide
And tag you and you didn’t think to keep
At least one handgun?
I know you didn’t watch AND1
‘Cause you be eatin’ all
That fuckin’ Hot Sauce
But didn’t know that Big T
(tee) was ’pposed to hide the handle
You survived, I’m glad bro my bad
I got y’all, my bad

You didn’t know you was supposed
To hide the handle you survived, I’m glad
But, you not surprised wit’ it though
‘Cause tunas live in the ocean
So we should know this typa
Fish could survive an assault (in a salt)
You gon’ die in the vault
So take this walk wit’ me
To a place where they give you
A gun before they offer peace (piece)
You gotta stay in front of your
Building ‘cause the next building over
They call police
Down the block, them White boys
Got that water you know, dawson’s Creek
Far from streets
For that weed, the pills, the suboxone
Yeah I’m the one that you gotta talk
To- you gotta talk to me
Yeah, I said that White girl, it’ll
Free a nigga like Kim K, and that yay’
(Ye) be movin’ right across the street
Lost his fee the loss is free

I gotchu, my bad

I said the loss is free
For them drugs we weigh out
It’s for a way out ‘cause we wanted one
I can’t take it back
I gotta take it back to
One who ever wanted one
After this, they gon’ say I wanted one
I wanted one of them posters that
Describe what happened on it
But what happened was they described my
Poster on a wanted one i’m one of one
Me and the plug got that old system
Adapt to that
If you first, where your backup at?
When the last time Smack
Gave your backup pack stats is stats
Kills, when the last time you stacked a pack?
Tuna, ya old shit Go Fish
You ain’t matchin’ that imagine that
Facebook jail: go get ya status back
You ain’t sent no one to the
Coroner in a long time
We startin’ to think you fake T
(tee) , you know why niggas laugh at that?
‘Cause everybody know the best quality tees
They used to come wit’ tags attached
Back to back you went from battlin’ Surf to
Battlin’ on Surf league
Gettin’ whipped for the belt
Hitman, dipped for the wealth
Conceited, left for the wealth before COVID
Your whole class they distanced themself
You couldn’t swim wit’ the school
And they opened the door so (dorsal) now
Tuna gotta fend (fin) for himself
You beggin’ for help chasin’ an Eazy battle
Man that shit has to stop
You ain’t never ran through spots wit’
Snakes until the rattle stops
They wanna hear that gangsta shit, you know
You usin’ a knife, a gun, a hammer
A rag ‘n a rock (Ragnarok)
You ever- you know how to manage pots? Huh?
And then still make the time when you
Can afford a brand new watch
You went from level hundred to like a fifty
That’s why they don’t grant you spots
You want a Captain shot? But, you
Ain’t learn how to talk different
That’s why it’s been so Eazy for
Them to keep that battle Block (ed)
Ask for what lu Castro just packed him up
I’m a cold writer, your body a cold
They ‘bout to hack it up
Arm over here, he sad as fuck
Leg over there, he ran for what
I hit him wit’ one
Even got rid of the nigga
Gums like Captain Crunch plus his mind is
(minus) over here, it ain’t addin’ up
The cops, they had enough
Nose, toes, ears, they tagged it up
No Diggity, bag it up
They so frustrated they said
"Fuck it we goin’ on a break"
Yeah, we did him so greasy
They came back for Big T fingers after lunch
At your front

I do this shit my bad, I gotchu
I gotchu i gotchu, my bad

We at your front

Time is called

Ayo three days man three days