URLtv, Big T, O Red - Big T vs. O Red lyrics

[URLtv, Big T, O Red - Big T vs. O Red lyrics]

Last time I was here they booed me I
Ain't quite know how to do with that
So now it's 2 options, it's either you relax
You can clap or you get clapped!
A nigga boo me I'm stopping midway
Through the rap like ​​​Cocks gun​​​
WHO WAS THAT?! Cause if a nigga could boo
My rounds I brought
A couple rounds that could boo him back
Boo! Boo! Boo!
Listen Red i heard he wanted to
Shoot a fair one in Jersey
I said, "Fuck that
I want a neutral place to rock"
Nigga, I know Joe Lite and my nigga Fox
Them a couple of New York
Niggas from the block
So bring 0 in the middle of the BX
Oh, y'all think I'm talking bout the Bronx
I said bring 0 in the middle of the BX
I was talking bout a BOX!
This nigga Red talking 'bout let's box?
Put a finger on me a bitch dying Pinky ring
Finger will be somewhere where
They gotta get divers middle
Index will be somewhere where they lit fire
And they gon find his thumbs up on the
Side of the road like a hitchhiker
See this guy must be high, probably
Your must be smoking that Bob Marley
Or sniffing that Chris Farley
You ever think of fucking with mine, Charlie
I be at his crib behind his furniture
With more barrels than a wine party
Soon as he turn on the lights we popping
Up at his crib like a surprise party
You know why you can't swim with T, Red?
Cause you can't tread like that T, READ
You also spell "TREAD" like that
You don't get no street cred
Cause the streets don't see
(C) Red like that
C, RED, see, you also spell CRED like that
Ain't no bitches IG'n 0 Red
But he used to getting ignored like that
IG-N-O-RED, you also get IGNORED like that
We know how your setups be 0 Red
But we tired of gettin' bored like that
To B (e) 0 Red, you also get BORED like that
I got a hella lot of 'phors like that
Cause, I can't think of shit
Lyrically I think he sick
Personality wise I think it's shit
I'm gon get back to these bars just give
Me a second to speak a bit see Red
Shouldn't you be bad every time
You battle a top nigga
They don't bring they shit because if
You lose or beat 0 Red
It's not meaning shit, it's meaningless
I'm mean as shit Personality weak as shit
But come up with the same damn flow
Every time you see his shit
It's a whole bunch of rambles
Take a scheme you flip, repeat your shit
And just say what he would've did
If he's me and shit
See Smack must be trying to challenge me
Cause you know he got the upper
Advantage if he battle me
Cause how do I come up with personals
Against a nigga with no personality?
Since you like to pick out
What niggas be like, instagram
This nigga dead, ripped to shreds
I'm stripping every inch of dread
This pistol lead sharp and on point
It's like a pencil lead
I'll put a beam on a nigga
I always had it in for red (Infared)
Mr red
Why I shouldn't even be in the mist of Red?
I heard that horse playing gave him
A mouth like Mr ed and can't miss the red
Beam like a spotlight, i won't miss the Red
Blood splatter everywhere
It'll only be a mist of red
Are you going against me Red?
This the versus Cotto
Mayweather versus Cotto
Joe Fraizer vers'Jojo simmons
9 out the pocket, Ton' Romo
Push this clown red wig to the side, no Bozo
0 Red
You know what's in common with a target?
The 0 Red Give 'em a clip
Slip, gave him another one, i owed
O'd Red
Surf and Suge over the body like, "No 0 Red!"
My bullets speaking in different languages
Like the old Red
Mr chalakaboo back but he boo
Boo blaka and shit
Mr boo Baka and shit, lou wop
Pop in the clip chopper equipped
"Frah! Frah! Frah! Frahka!" his shit
Rocket launchers and shit, baka his shit
Reload sound "Bop! Bop! Bop! Baka!" his shit
Pop in the clip on the Eagle so long
It look like an Ostrich and shit one pop
Pap smear this pussy
I gynecolo your shit! QUIET!

URL I'm back!
Sorry T, I gotta get rid of you nigga
Smack paid me extra to finish you nigga
Before I start though
I brought a gift for you nigga
Just like the other fat boy in Chicago nigga
L'ma sit that on my side cause
It still got the wrapper
And I don't want you to eat through it nigga
Now Stage 48 y'all know the drill
Y'all can react while I'm cooking that pussy
I'ma keep count on how many times
He look at that cookie
I think I should warn y'all
Just know it's bout to
Be a long night Cause, I just set that down
He already looked twice but fuck that
Y'all came here to hear some bars right?
Well I'ma pill popper, tonight I
Go Alien off that E, t
You the cheapest drink in McDonalds
That mean you sweat tea t
I know your baby moms so
Watch the rhymes you speak, t
Or get your BM X'd trying to stunt on a G T
I get it popping from Jersey
To Washington, I'm a Beast, t
My heavy metal rocking from AC to DC
No tacky nigga from Wayans Brothers
When I make TC (T see)
A pump will push his chin
You looked again, that's 3, t
Smack got me doing these Chi Town niggas bad
First Young Kannon
No games I had to clip him fast big Kannon
WH0000if y'all saw the way I whipped his ass
Y'all gon love T, KO, no Teddy Pendergrass
Now we both said classic or body
He can't smoke me
We sound the same but we different, 0, Beast
You just obese i mean That Rich Dolar will
Give you a lyrical slaughter
You ain't built for 4 quarters, how
The fuck can you handle 0, t?
This rhyming shit, I got it bitch
Ask the rappers I'm riding with
I make 'em buckle down, hit a couple rounds
They trying to spit
If I don't rock with it, no questions asked
They dropping it i prepared my team for the
Ring I'm Greg Popovich
Now speaking of Greg Popovich
Watch this shit
My steel bang from Gary Neal range
Approach me, extendo in the 9
My Tony give him Ginobli
That hammer spring while the handle
Tied with the bandanna thing so the Heat
Can't stop that shooting I
Call it Danny Green
I get T, Macs for nothing
I'm gutter Then I post on the block
Like Tim Duncan for his mother
I'm strapped with a chopper, that long arm
Kawhi leonard Spot the bitch who birthed T
I'll go split her (Tiago Splitter)
Now I know that ain't crazy
But them last bars
Spur of the moment, back to the topic
That's your 4th time looking my nigga
I'm still watching
This truce, my youngest Shotta
Got a Russian Chopper, the 100 Rocka
That cat will leave you
(Catalina) on the scene like Colombiana
So watch your mouth cause my
Shooters ready to ride
It's crazy Terrance how words get
A actor shot for pride
You get it? Terrance Howard
Actor shot for Pride
Charles Lee Ray bullets
I'll leave 'em stuck in a good guy
Got hood ties in your hood 5, ride
Where your corner at? Chopper name Dirk
It's a German shooter that forward strap
Pick a nigga off like a corner pack
You'll get quartered back, fat nigga
Nigga with braids
I'm bucking there, no Warren Sapp (Buccaneer)
This shit a horror flick in a round
You hear that Grudge sound?
Dressed in all black with a hammer
I'm a Judge now
Mortal Kombat, I send fly caps like Kung Loa
Ice T when I hit his lemon, that's an uptown
I'm Megatron
I ride up on any stage with a weapon tied
This ain't NOME I I I so
Tonight you ain't getting Shine
You thought you could deck Da Don
He tossed you with hella bombs
Which reminds me
You looked at that Cookie7 times! Jersey

I caught Red in his jeep creeping I
Take the revolver bing, bing it, it goes in
Fuck it, "Rah! Rah!" he
Get the automatic too, that's goal tending
Nigga this crime scene gon look
Like a fire department when you go near it
Cause what I fire
Man from these poles Will have Red
Truck with big holes in it come on with it
I heard these niggas was asking for me
I don't gotta do shit
I just sit back and let it happen for me
I'm like a injured football player on
The field after being tackled ugly
Cause soon as I get a OK, everybody get to
The clapping for me
The way I came up dumping a Nina
Is like staying over your friends house
But with nothing to get a
Clean mouth I got 'em
All cleaned out with one brush of a finger
See this hoes be acting up
But these hoes will clap him up
Gun skull be fractured up
Have 'em patching up his lower back and up
I know it didn't sound funny
I didn't expect for y'all to be laughing up
But the way I made they bones shatter up
They should be over there cracking up
Yeah, ask for us my niggas on it
I hit your set trip and set trips up on it
Like price line, he come through bong bong
We get to ripping on it
How you niggas selling drugs
And tipping on it
And I ain't ever seen no pistol on it?
It's like a wet caution sign
On the design you always see
Somebody slipping on it my niggas on it
I don't care who you is or who you with
Or who you get into it with
We'll shoot your shit
Put your head in the toaster, bing!
Strudel it Noodle it, over it, youtube it
Poison the tube youtube with
Voodoo it so you don't get immune to it
Take it, doo doo it, get your boo boo hit
She gaga goo'n like, "papa, who is this?"
Til we hear a "pa pa pa
Pa pa pa!" til it click
Police remove the doors all the
Way through the tents
They even search engine lookin'
For answers like, google it
A search engine looking for answers
Google it?
I didn't expect y'all to voodoo it
That one you gotta YouTube it
But didn't you quit being a Blood?
That gangsta shit not in you
Boy you scotch tissue how you ban
Band a nigga that pop metal
And rock with you?
The day you buried your flag
That's when a soldier
Died in you But when you a real soldier
They suppose to bury that flag with you
Didn't you be a stick up
Man before Surf? The dreads?
I heard a nigga tried to play him like Uno
They be the first one dead
But this nigga tried to skip with my
Green like I didn't deserve the red
I'm a wild card, he draw fours, I'll draw too
Two Blue blew, made it reverse on Red
Think I'ma get robbed De Niro
Boy you act like Rob De Niro?
My clique, I could see no
(Casino) one get robbed in there row
Where Jersey at?
That's gon get Black Robbed in
There 0 Line em up
I get everybody robbed in there Whoa
Yeah, 0 Red, Quiet

Wassup Big Perm, I mean Big Worm
I mean Big T i heard you wanna battle me
That's blasphemy your majesty bout to
Make you a casualty Why
Would you even ask for me?
I'm versatile when rocking
You that back wall in hot topic
You just graphic T
I mean let's analyze your rapping T
You told Surf, if he try to lock pick your
Door and stick his face in
You'll put the attic in the basement
With the Terminator 1 role
Knock the baby out the play pen, correct?
Ok, question if you're at your crib
Why put the attic in the basement?
Who crib is that? Then shoot a
Baby out the play pen? Who kid is that?
I know, I know, let me
Guess, that's his style, he started it
Nigga that rhyme wasn't smart as shit
That's just some retarded shit
But real shit
That type of shit is why I'm living
He just talk it, he don't live
It, I'm talking and subconsciously walking
Draggin' my pivot
He better watch the way he spit it
Fore you telling T, RIP, my P-IN-G's
(End G's) for tripping
These rappers never learn they lesson
Till I pop the heater
Steel peel like Real Deal
That Dot'll teach ya
You 16 deep, only 3 surviving
I aim straight that thang bake My 9 ate
(8) 13 what's today's date? 9-8-13 right?
Also I go Miller with the Mac
Leave lost souls I bring
Thriller where you at those your bars right?
I know, I ain't a biter
That's just my way of sayin' I get to
Clapping when him and his niggas rapping
Make it rain in that cipher
Go 'head T, try riding on me
You get the Christopher Wallace story
Wit a Big Pop, I leave BIG shot, Robert Horry
I palm the 40, this pussy think he could
Body me Shotty Horroh
Voice on the Tsu, I'll leave you silent, T
I could kill you and get acquitted
My lawyer love the money
2 straps, this Paralegal
(Pair Illegal) like a Lawyer understudy
I'm a real street rapper
You a motherfucking fraud
A nigga who studied law
You just do it for the buzz
But, your last battlecuz?
A lot of people say you 3-0'd Shine
Y'all agree?
Well me personally, I say he won 2-1
Don't take it personal
But 2nd round I deducted points
Cause of that shirt
They say stripes make fat look slim
That don't work for you
That shirt looked like it was 50% reversible
Honest fact, you was rhyming crack
But your body fat so wrong
T you look like a mud puddle with clothes on
You dirty, you stink
And your stomach hang from thigh to thigh
A nigga on a boat with a tiger
You live the "Life Of Pi" (PIE)
And in that same round you proved
That you a hoe ass nigga
You flipped my Roscoe shit
You don't own that nigga!
You stole that nigga!
I should Blade 2 you "Hold that nigga!"
Leave your grill split from a
Biting like you Nomak nigga
Y'all want some honesty?
A lot of people hate when
This nigga spit rounds
Cause he never straight to the point
Jeremy Lin style every time he rock it
(Rocket) be hella long, you spit Yao
He couldn't kill a verse on Smack
If you was Jin clown
Lin, Yao, Jin, it's a message in my ink
This round is about your lazy raps
How you fat and you stink?
That your Lin, Yao
And Jin Little nigga think
Your body amours the links
I'm just showing you the chinks
Don't you get it?
Fate wanted you to get your ass cracked
You missed out on that Mickey match
To hear this real rap it's obvious
Nigga you don't see the paradox in that?
You manage to dodge Factz and
Run into some facts, fACT!
You tried to clown Charlie
Saying all his battles
Was at home Never out his comfort zone
Well all your battles on URL
So you kinda condoning that shit
You lab ass nigga
Local ass bitch, you a debatable rapper
You could never beat me, I'm a boss
I body niggas freely
You can be that Next Friday
Baby joker looking NYB Rican
And still can't C-O-R T (See O-R) EASY!
Jersey

See y'all don't know how long
I been waiting for this
You lucky Calicoe freestyled his 3rd
Round and ain't do this
So long story short everybody
I'ma get straight to this
Let me tell y'all my version of what
Happened with 0 Red in St
Louis 0 Red battled a nigga named
J Huggins for 40 dollars
We was in the condo, Me, Calicoe, Hollow
And my homie Holla you know Con know
We seen 0 Red he got a
Couple ratchet hoes to holla
Got 'em into convo, you know
We had us a couple bottles
You know how hoes do it
You know they get to sippin'
Some of that strong fluid
You bag a bitch, another nigga fuck her
Come on my niggas we all go through it
But it seemed like my nigga Red
Was really going through it
Calicoe getting head, he damn near
Jumped in the bed like
"bitch! don't do it!"
Calicoe like, "man, c'mon man
Close the door stupid" nigga she mad
She crying cause she caught doing
Shit the hoes doing
Meanwhile my nigga Red texting
This bitch like, "girl you so stupid
See if you was just for me you
Wouldn't even have to go through this"
We like, "0 Red! 0 Red! You don't
Even know this bitch!"
Calicoe getting pussy, you getting pussy too
Trying to console his bitch
We trying to Jane Doe this bitch, fuck her
Run a train on this bitch
She sucking my man dick
You outside trying to kiss on this bitch
Instead of you just getting the
Ass out an leave you be having these hoes
Thinking they royalty
You owe all these real niggas an apology
If you ain't gonna be
Real with these bitches, then I'ma be
You got these old hoes talking like
They queens, Mama Dee See
Since you wifing these bitches I'ma be
Right there when the wedding planned
Trip the ring girl
So she choke and die off the wedding band
You seen Godfather 1? I come with the tech
In the reception spraying
Giving a couple to the toast at
The wedding like the best man
People dodging and shit
Swinging off of the bases
Bullets ricocheting off of vases
Man I don't know what happened
But I was squeezing up at they faces
And it took a plug out they head like
They was leaving out of the Matrix
Why you wifing these sluts? She
Vice gripping a nigga nuts
She's on a nigga nuts
Sucking and fucking until a nigga nut
You asked us if I did fuck
Nigga who didn't fuck?
I just shot my shot and
Hit it the first time, beginners luck
They want me to style on em
You see T off a fif and a
Offer from Pedro to get a
Payroll off of some Yayo
Hoe then bend they hoe
With the kimbe the A hole
Like aye hoe, aye hoe, they gotta go
Hasta luego yeah I pay so
What's the pesos? Stay in your place 0
Get beat like Dre, no
I drain 0 clean like Drano
I'm crazy fast, Hussein Bolt
You sane bolt Whip his chain bow
Like Django up in the Durango try to play 0
That's gon get jacked off you jack off
I would spit in your mug, I do backwash
You write a check your ass can't cash
I got the exact cost
This beam will get Red tagged
It's taking half off
That mac baboom Red monkey ass
Baboon, Red, Monkey Ass, see I don't know
If you don't know what they lookin' for
It's body or it's lower past
Cause they gon be up all night
Looking for his other half
Yeah, you talk about my Hollow loss
Red, like it's the Holocaust, red
But, your Swave Sevah loss, Red You damn
Near got your head severed off, red
See you wasn't that crispy
Candy color gloss Red
The style was more of a burgundy
Cause it looked a little off, red
I heard you was a booster for them roosters
Who Red Robbin robin?
I'll have my man pop him
The phone call gon sound like
I send my bitches
To go to with one of my man's shopping
Should I say get 'em heel toe stiletto
Red bottoms?
Slow it down! Nah he from Jersey
"Fuck I gotta put it
In subtitles or something" i said, get him
He'll pump steel at 0 Red bottom
Translation: He'll shoot his ass
You moving past a sleeping giant
Don't come to my crib, boy I keep an iron
Muzzle the gun just in
Case things get violent, that keep it silent
Guns on the "bloaw" sound more like
So let's speak in private
A silencer on the pistol, come get some peace
Piece and quiet qUIET!

Time out! Cut these cameras Smack, T
Are you that fat or you cookin?
That's from 1st round it's 3rd
Now why you still lookin?
Nigga you gone make me throw this shit
Stop losing your focus bitch
I want your soul to lift
But not via no chokin shit
I'm tryna show your clique
You ain't a Jordan 11 cat
That mean you will never walk on Red soul
(sole) you ain't bred for that
A lot of y'all thought it a be close
Well I'm deadin' that
After this round over that soldier
Gone need a medic pack
Fact, this whole bout
I proved to y'all we ain't cut the same
I showed y'all I got AP aggression
And can rush a lane
Or draw him out with Mayweather poise
And show my punching game
You fraud, T in the ring acting
He Clubber Lane
That Bull shit get him 22, Taj Gibson
How that 9 rip him
Painting precision with time vision
Head shot
That eye witness go "DAMN!" Rod Simmons
Walk up and let it ring back to back
Lebron mission t, just use that safety net
When you dieyou feel me?
Just pull a X, lie, say you ain't try
They'll let it fly see I
I don't got respect for any
Rapper who doin that
Or any fan who say they true to
Rap but they cool with that
Smack, you gone feel what I'm
Saying about the set trip
Cause, I'm tired of niggas cheatin on
Battle rap for the next bitch
Stand on stage without your best shit
That ain't vet shit
How the fuck can you love that
Game if you don't respect it?
Now me on the other hand
I treat every battle like it's
The last of my life tomorrow ain't promised
A nigga probably clap me tonight
So just in case they snatch up my life
This faggot get wiped Dragged T
Before he die I got the Passion of
Christ So the bitch in him
Yall bound to here hurr like a Nelly verse
I could throw a clip in his
Donut and watch the jelly squirt
But fuck letting the Dessie burst
You'll get the machete work
Chest where the slit b
Turn Big T to a belly shirt
I'll have his homies yellin' out "Red
Just hit him with the Glock
The cap'll take him, " Fuck that
I'm decapitating his top
So when them southside cops find
His head in a box
They don't know whether it's T
RG3 or Yung Chop, let me stop
Should I stop? Nope!
You asked for it Ock, you deserve the damage
Calicoe your right hand and I'll hit
His ass with a cannon
So I ain't understandin' why this
Man is still chancin' when you saw Cal L
(Kalel) first like Superman parents
Man of Steel Kalel- Superman- I'm cold dawg
Which reminds me, you said I was Crip tonight
(Kryptonite) you wrong dawg
That type of talk will just make
Me walk through your zone dog
Bunny slippers strapped with a Tec
Sense you think I'm Loc, dog
Y'all wanna know how we got to this point?
Smack said I'm settin' classics up
I need you versus Magic, bruh
I said when Magic beat Conceited
Then I'll fuck Magic up
I know you got your racks and stuff
But the status ain't adding up
Do simple Math
Put T in the equation that's a plus
Speaking of Math, your Hoffa I'm bout drama
You lack Math, head shot, I'll add a bullet
Subtract your life
Math Tryin to take a shot at the king
That ain't bright Math
The nigga I bodied you lost to twice Math
Yo DNA, listen you dirty bitch I'ma
Tell you like I told Shine, s
"stop talking like you want that sauce
Don't battle guard dogs get loss
I'll kill your boss"
Ask him, I'm the wrong rasta to rumble with
You got all of your flare from
That Teddy Bear you cuddle with
Jackin' his every move
It's obvious you sucking dick
I can see D (CD) on C-D like a double disc
And all you other haters takin'
Shots at the boy you'll only get half a bar
Fuck you Norbes jersey

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