URLtv, K-Shine, Big T - Big T vs. K-Shine lyrics

We ain't even the same T
I guess that’s why this feeling kinda odd
I mean we shuffle the same deck but
We play different type of cards
I call a spade a spade nigga and you
Cut with a different type of heart
If I woulda got shot around I wouldn't
Have told my story behind bars
I'd a shot around and then
Told my story behind BARS!
But what’s the first thing you do?
You jump yo fat stankin' ass on a computer
And do a blog glorifying a man
Damn near hitting ya medulla
But there was never a blog
You picking ya tool up
There was never a blog about
You gripping ya Ruger
There was never a blog about
You splitting his crew up
So glorify what T? That's the


Shit that confuse us
Cause real niggas don't respect who get shot
We respect the shooter!
But, I'm happy you survived T
I'm keeping that too G
Cause that was a given from God, thank you
For blessing me with the opportunity
To finish the job
I slide in that SUV while the windows is dark
Then skeeert under ya Jeep before
Ya engine can start
I put that Dezzi out the window
Give it a spark and make that hit out the
Van like I'm Kendrick Lamar
I'da had that whole scene filled
With Bibles and churches
Recitals from verses
Ain’t no need for riding in hearses
It’s like he getting crucified if
He surviving the first hit
I come back to cross T
Like I'm writing in cursive, nigga
I tell a nigga so it ain’t no Good
Times if a nigga grip the toast
I put you in a Different World
Gotta shoot it with a Different Stroke
You Married With Children? Well
That's coming in handy
I got incest bullets that keep
'em All In The Family
You ain't Saved By The Bell
Nigga if I grip the Eagle
These twin 9’s will have
Y'all niggas Living Single
That's the Wayans brothers, Sister sister
When I pull out everybody get it
I don't care if it's a
Full House you peel out
Take you off the air And squeeze three
Why he in a chair? So
He could really sit calm
(sitcom) when I'm hitting up T, V
Don't act out, that fat mouth be the reason
Ya cats getting sprayed
What you chatting 'bout? Got niggas
Trying to jack what he
Say? That's gon give half of y'all the MAC
The other half get that "Ch-Ch" and bang
All it takes is T bars
(T-Boz) to get that Mac (k)
10 and gauge (engaged)
Get it? T-Boz got Mack 10 engaged
I got a whole bunch of rapping
Shit, nigga had one battle
You never had no classic shit
You bodied Clips and he lost that
So let me get into my classic shit
Some shit like
"How you want it nigga? Shotty or Tommy?
Corner store setup or shot in the lobby?
Have ya complex looking like the
Night of the zombie i ace ya whole hood and
Put ya bodies in bodies
As far as these rhymes I done mastered this
He only had two battles, no classic shit
Should I get right back to my classic shit?
Rex, get right back to that classic shit?
I say, how you want it nigga?
Psych (sike) , another midwest nigga with a death wish
Sawed off shotty fuck around and
Eat the bread sticks
I switch it to an AK fire
It 'til the lead hit
Walk up to the body give him
That 'Is he dead' kick
Then fire every round with that
Chopper until my leg slip zIP EM UP!

You know I was watching
Loaded Lux vs calicoe, right
I remember watching the shit
He was talking bout a black man
Being locked in the shit
Talk about his father being lost in the shit
Nigga I give props to his shit
He got us black people on some positive shit
But me? I'm with the total opposite shit
Nigga, I'm with rocks on the strip
Glocks on the hip
Bullets ricocheting and hitting people that's
Not with the shit
Everyone from the Neighborhood
Watch getting hit
From the nigga that bought the donuts to
The Nino who sponsor the shit
Shine gon wonder where his confidence went
Cause Mr chilaka boo back
But now he boo boo boo blaka and shit
Smack gon lose Ciroc sponsorship
Cause T a killer like 1800
Shot's will be taking out the top of his shit
Boy, I squeeze iron lead, police sirens
Sped, sirens beam white and red
His whole team finally fled
Boy ain't nothing funny here when
The police find him dead
I ain't giving the bunny ears when
I hold up this piece (peace) behind his head
Look, we are not the same
My team look like they was on
Block where the rock exchange
Your team look like they get
Watched for a soccer game
When I was paying the light
Company in my mama name
You look like you still couldn't have
Company 'til ya mama came
We don't chat the same
We don't get the same checks
So don't expect the same, cadets the same
We don't rep the same set
Or get respect the same, except the same
Ya niggas and mine isn't addressed the same
Only thing I have in common with
Shineis we sweat the same
I bet this lame be so
Gangsta'd up at the show
You roll the curtains
Niggas be straight fags after the show
What's so disturbing I don't know if I'm
Doing Smack shit or being catfished
Cause the nigga you see on the net, when it's
Yo' turn to meet 'em in real life
They a whole `nother person
I get to murkin' this boy out
First rap with some poise
Cut all that noise out, bring ya boys out
But, I bet you my boys will knock ya boys out
If we lose than bring some S'mores out
Cause in my camp I keep
Everybody around that wood
(would) fire like Boy Scouts
So what this boy 'bout? Please believe
That mean we got the heat believe
But, if you think we ain't swingin' these
And ya brains don't get to thinking to weave
You gon stay there 'til they
Help you get back
On ya feet like a friend in need
We got another 5 foot nigga
With a death wish!
Headshot, have his brains lookin'
Like Chex Mix
TEC pop, I'm rearrangin' his blocks
I'm playing Tetris
I put 125th on 122nd, 122nd will be on 127th
One way traffic
ERRRRGH! Reversin' in other directions
Put uptown in downtown I switch and Greenwich
Couldn't tell east from west cause
I left Madison on Lennox
Why you all ecstatic? This clip big enough
To let all you have it
This banana peel will catch him slippin'
And split all ya cabbage
If I wish for this son to die
When I palm the `matic
And get rid of this fruit seed
What I palm a granite (Pomegranate)
And okay Shine
This 'matic's as fast as the old K-Shine
BLRAH! Thunder hitting his chest, I OK Shine
Rex panicking over the body like
"Okay Shine!"
Mook pulling him close like "It's
Gon be okay Shine!" and they ain't lyin'
In a strange class when ya mama there
You actin' crass I bring drama there
If I see you
They gon have to IV you in ICU trauma care
Y'all brought a Chicago-rilla against
A Harlem Koala bear
They in this bitch shooken
Cause the clip lookin like the bottom
Leg on a rocking chair quiet!

You the type of nigga that rap
Long to get ya point through
And do a whole bunch of lines
To make ya schemes flew
But, I could do the same thing too nigga
I'll have that trigger spittin' peels
If that thing flu
So I advise you to add veal
(Advil) if it's beef too
It bubble like Alka Seltzer plus
I gotta beam too
You on the floor hitting tile and all
(Tylenol) when I creep through
Anybody thinking he ill, I'm giving T two
In other words when I'm lettin' it peel
It'll leave (Aleve) you
Aye Ars', I don't just shoot 'em
I beat 'em with the piece too
And get to see the clip before it come out
That's the preview g what? G who?
Shut up, you pussy T
Once I get to poppin' that
Larkin you better Boogie T
I start with twins
Two clips bout as long as my
Foot I gotta hook 'em T
I drop one show he don't
Need his brother to pop
That's how you push a T (Pusha T)
Nigga that's twin TEC's
Tossin' Tootsie Rolls, take a treat
Two tackle
Touch him from his toes to his teeth
When they come to catching bodies I
Got it down to a T
Assault rifles with the kickstand
I let the legs drop slide it up and take out
The loaf nigga bread box
The front the barrel come
With a scope, nigga, red dot
Fat bitch on Instagram
All it take is headshots
Stick a fork in 'em, that torch hit 'em
That man through
Whoever spoon feeding this nigga give
Him the wrong scoop
Thinking I'ma play you die in
I'm letting 10 shoot
If you ain't never think before that order
Get the menu wait, I probably gotta say it
Like dude to convince you
Boy, if you ain't never
Think before that order, get them in you
Yeah, let me guess
That's yo' style? You started it?
When I hand these cap
(handicap) you be doing some retarded shit
The doctor think he a Gameboy
When that Larkin hit
That battery in his back
But that top is where the cartridge is
I say he had one battle
And that was with Clips
That was the only body he had
That had some classic shit
Now I could switch it up and
Get into some drastic shit
Or I could switch it up and
Get into my classic shit
Like he think he Big Meech! Larry Hoover!
He holding heat, but he's not the shooter!
He a doujah nigga, when the cops at large
They throw the heat at him and make him
Take the fucking charge! ZIP EM UP!

Smack hit my line like
"What you think about K-Shine?" i'm like
"You know I watched his battle a couple times
You know that nigga got some creative rhymes"
Well he like "I hope that nigga next see
I hope you got some crazy rhymes"
I switch my whole shit up like "Nigga
FUCK K-SHINE!" y'all think I came to New
York all these times
And ain't get my foot in the door
Like I ain't got killers from
Bed-Stuy to get me
Heat to get him put in the morgue
Just cause I got a plane that's finna leave
You don't think I end up pullin' this four?
It's gon' remind him of the
3'd round against DNA
Cause, I'm finna give em a bullet-in
(bulletin) board you heard it before Harlem
Was the money makers
They said they was winning when
They was buying 'em
Now they falling off with the white
(Dwight) like the Lakers
But before I take a loss to New York I
Found out where he stay out in Harlem
And set up traps all over
They place like Macaulay Culkin
Like what you starting for? You
Going against the artist, boy
Grew up in the Art Of War
Nigga I spark the four
And spark the four up at apartment floor
I yell my young niggas Roscoe they like "T
Why'd you name 'em Roscoe and Martin for?"
Cause, I have my young boy with that
Nose running in that apartment door
BLAOW! You get a Glock to the mouth
You get a Glock to ya scalp
Shana Ashley, that fat bitch scream
We knocking her out
If you don't give us what
You got in that couch
The crime scene gon look like
A Chief Keef video be a whole bunch of young
Niggas shot in the house
Nigga I wish somebody shoot 'em all
(mall) up while you window shoppin'
Nigga I wish you doin' a
Race in Boston during
The bombing ya whole family
Was in that joggin'
Nigga I wish his pops got a
Job for the first time on 9
11 but the window getting popped on
Nigga I hope in the Batman premiere
Theater you accidentally get popped on
Walked in the wrong movie and you
End up getting popped on my bad
But the Sandy Hook issue I hope somebody
Shoot the mall up while you window shopping
Nigga during 9
11, I wish ya pops got a
Job at Tower 1 window washin'
Nigga I wish you went to get popcorn walk to
The wrong door and end up getting popped on
But the Sandy Hook issue I don't
Think killin' no kids cool
But, if it had to happen I wish
It would've been at yo' kids school
Yeah, I know the shit cruel!
But, I want everybody dead
Ya mother, brother, sister, father
Ya girlfriend, dog, cat
Ya bitches mama fuck it, Dennis Rodman
His niggas in jail, I send
A hit through the mail
When the shit in progress
Now it's killin' em up on the
Inside like a guilty conscience
Yeah, speaking of jail I heard
Since the three year mandatory
Minimum for pistols, niggas keep
'em in the house, cool
But in Chicago we got a mandatory amount too
So how you gon' put work
In the streets without tools?
Nigga I got caught slippin' befo'
Now a nigga can't catch me
Slippin' in some house shoes
Cause, I keep it close to me
Like it hold sentimental value
Nigga how you go from Dot Mobb
"Packin' a MAC in the back"
To all men cartel
To "Woooh!" They get that car 'tailed
I get the whole damn car tell
And started with you Rex
Nigga cause after him, you next
Cause it's always gon' be bad blood
Period between us like the US
What I said it wrong? My bad
When I get in my bag I let it fly
They go over heads so shall I carry on?
Bad blood period between us like
The US is you
Not hearing this? Between the US is a period
Smack! Is you serious?
Don't make me furious Is 20 niggas
When you was fighting Joe Light
Why wasn't none of them niggas moving witchu?
They was supposed to be ya blood right?
Why wasn't none of them niggas sooing witchu?
When you was bitin' a nigga
Leg fighting for ya life
Why wasn't none of them
Niggas chewin' with you?
When Rex got his chain took
Why wasn't nobody else chain tooken with you?
Oh that nigga dead right
Well when Mook got put in the hospital
Why wasn't nobody else recoupin' with you?
Running through mad spots hittin' Math block
Shootin' with you? When I got hit up
It was a nigga in a hospital a hour later
When you quiet money that's what
You suppose to do, nigga
That is not a favor!
You niggas is not some gangstas
All I see is a lot of wankstas, fruit cups
Lot of flavors sweet cakes, lot of bakers
This nigga gon get a Stapled Center
And he not a Laker unless this steel piece
(peace) be with 'em, Assalamualaikum quiet!

Yo these midwest battle rap niggas be crazy
Like I don't know what X on (Exxon)
But they gassed him with that weak flow
Using comedy over bars, that's a cheat code
That takes away all of the
Beauty out of beast mode that's Bull-shit 5
That's why he'll never be the reason the D
Rose But as far as T go?
45 aim at that noggin', make a peep hole
Put 23 in his back then I reload
That's all Jordan numbers that I'm
Using when that heat blow
That bullshit 5 the reason
You seeing D's rose
I ain't come here to play with you
You fat stinking nigga
What bitch wanna lay with you?
Fuck boy I could get you murked
In a day or two
No casket, only thing left was a braid or two
But this kid is a lame, he's garbage
And he's fat so with the SIG
(cig') , to the flame, he would hardly
Be a match give a click, it'll bang
It ain't hard to get em whacked
Cause every rapper with BIG in they
Name get a RIP attached
I'm feeling like Big Poppa, Who Shot Ya?
Should've hit ya head
Separate the weak from the obsolete
That's why these niggas dead
A Big L, a Nina's my Glock
My beam is my Glock stumbles
A Big Pun dead in the little of middle Italy
Posted up with a milly b push
You back like a Billy T
You big where? On the couch
Drinking that Dick Gregory
Shot by a nigga 5'7" goin' on his 3rd felony
A bunch of talkin' but I really don't feel ya
Everybody bananas till that milly go peel ya
For you fags, I got a new pistol all silver
With fruit loops in the box, I'm a cereal
(serial) killer the bulldog barkin'
Had to get it a muzzle now
It's HIV it'll kill you for
Trying to fuck around i'm pissed off
All the silly talk? Better cut it down
Be Kris Krossed when that miggity
MAC make you Jump around
You gon make me put a shell into somethin'
Get that nigga forehead like he
Fell in or something
Have him taken off yellin' for somethin'
I hit that nigga smooth on his
Feet like he jellin or something
Fat bastard, y'all think this nigga tough?
Even tho y'all hating I fuck with ya'll
Zip Em Up

Man that track would tell me K-Shine was gay
I'm like "Don't accuse that, "
So what if he got caught talking
To a transsexual over the internet, right?
We can't prove that
But in a group chat you asked for his number
He said he was dude and you knew that
The world viewed that
Now all of a sudden you hot? Shine
How you do that? Is this the dude that you
Niggas got for rhymin'?
What bullshit he got you buying?
The nigga that got behind him
So y'all depended on a fag
To take y'all there?
So y'all depended on a fairy
(ferry) to take y'all to the
Next level like Staten Island?
What you think about Dot Mobb in beef?
They making noise? Not a squeak
Would they blast a Mag? Not at me
Would they smack yo' ass? probably
You gotta be a fag Professor that's why
Hoes never have respect for Shine
We all know what happened between
Ya ass and Phara
But when a bitch play with the
Ops that's when the games stop
I get that hammer check her, I phillip
(feel lip) screw-driving her
I get the tool box black and deck her
(Decker) you Heckler weak fake
Boy you wouldn't believe them
Screams ya peeps made
Next thing she giving face to
Me and my teammates
Eating plates that she made
Fucking that bitch up on the
Same bed that he laid
Cutting on the mattress
Bustin' the walls open like a police raid
But for Pete's sake boy that
Head you gotta imagine
Boy, I heard she could swallow ya children
After you have 'em
But that ass wasn't that nice
Me and my man bitches
Treat bitches like Instagram
When we taggin' it and we
See something we like we tap twice
But act like you wanna fight for
That skeez if you want
You snap like a twig and turn
Ya family tree into chunks
You'll get stumped and leave with
Ya limbs in a trunk
My bad, twig, tree, stump, wood, leaves
Trunk
Whatever, that's my style, I started it
But a rhyme so smart and shit
It sound like some retarded shit
But who it started with?
Get that nigga Rex? Okay
I put the lead to Rex like an Etch-a-sketch
If I gotta put these t-t-t TEC's to Rex
It's gonna get t-t-t T-Rex Tourettes
Yes that's how I feel
It's disrespect for Rex, fuck him
When I see 'em on sight, X and X
This 9 will hit his spine and
Make his legs a mess
But this 9 will turn Professor
Shine to Professor X
Yes I bet you wanted a fade
See if I got hands like I'm a
Let these niggas jump me on stage
Fat chance
You gon look surprised when you see
The gun on the stage and when the gat blam
You gon see more Dots up in
A maze than Mrs pacman
That gat blam make it rock long as a cradle
Hit 'em at the appropriate angle
That boy will spin long as a dreidel
The clip will talk to 'em and the
Gun tale long as a fable
And I let it all out like we
Leaving everything all on the table quiet!