URLtv, Nu Jerzey Twork, Charlie Clips - Charlie Clips vs. Nu Jerzey Twork lyrics

I hate talkin' in third person
But against Shotgun Suge you made Clips proud
That whole "'Excuse Me Miss', I saw
You from across the-" nigga
I ain't know you listen to Chris Brown
You listen to R&B? Twork?
The gangsta nigga with the hoodie
That be hard and vicious?
Didn't you get knocked for stealin' purses?
Oh RnB stand for Rob 'n Bitches
What? That was a reach?
Nah, cause if I reach it's to make
A real hit record with my piece
The gun sang better than Chris but
You cryin' from the bald head, that's Tyrese
Grab the semi let the auto tune 'Everything'
That's Jacquees and from what I drew, he'll
(Dru Hill) be able to get outta rehab
In nine weeks i'm old school R&B, if my
Niggas snap, then I snap
The whole group is flippin' old school
Meanin' if I get the Temptation
My whole group is trippin'
Ruger spittin', four singin' and
One crackhead nigga, that's New Edition
Ya squad SWV
Cause in Total I see a group of bitches
And y'all know SWV and Total was a group of-
Those losses against Wavy, Mike P & DNA
They should've humbled you
You beat Verb, barely, cause
In the first round, oh he crumbled you
And see that's why I compare you
To a female singin' group Twork
What? That line puzzled you?
Well in four battles, I counted 3 L and 1 W
(3LW) i'm a beast bredren, and the
Niggas I roll wit'
Just know they keep weapons
And got everything, from razor
Blades to a knife
So you should keep steppin'
All that rah rah shit, you
Can bring it over here
But you only got about three seconds
Cause by law
You should get cut for that long
Ass delivery in C sections
See that was just a couple lines that I
Came up wit' in my spare time
But, it's one line that I wanna address
And that's ya hairline
You have been wearin' hats and
Hoodies since you was two
If you really love ya hairline then
You would let it show
You have had the same barber for 20 years and
It's time for you to let him go
What do you have, a dandruff problem my
Nigga? Scratch yo' head, go 'head
Let it snow
Cause ya hairline is startin' to think
You don't give a fuck
Anymore and it's time for you to let it know
Like, "Yo Line I'm here
(hair) for you fuck what these niggas
Think you know I love you
And I ain't hiding you from the world and I'm
Just tryin' to hide the world from you"
Instead of robbin' women for they purses, you
Should rob niggas for they hairline
Go 'head and take one
Cause, I'd rather you rob niggas
For they hairline then
To treat ya own like it was Drake's son
And that ain't no disrespect
To my nigga Drizzy
That was just a line to let you know
That your line is a little iffy
But, if I get half as mad
Two choices: the Timberland
(Timbaland) or the plastic bag
That's word to Missy
I'll make ya aunt and mother
Eat each other out
Them bitches old but they feelin' frisky
I won't even jump in
I just control the 69 like 50
Headshot, I'll let the revolver pop ya chin
Fuck a room
I want you to guess what barbershop I'm in
Before battle rap I was loadin' the clippers
Cuttin' niggas in the early mornin'
On the wake up
But, I changed my life and I made a shot for
Little niggas like you to come and shape up
But, I still line Jersey niggas up
Cause I got some serious chrome
Now guess what barber shop I'm
In nigga? Serius Jones
Aye Jones, that's not a diss bro, on God
But, if you mad, you gotta stay mad
Cause, I'm puttin' every Jersey
Nigga in the freezer
It just depends on who I may tag (Maytag)
Real Shotgun
And I got my shit stashed inside a grey bag
They ain't seen a light skinned nigga with
This kind of Arsonal since Ray Swag
You Strapped In! No you not
Baow, I let the fo' fo' pop
Headshot, they had to do
Your obituary usin' Photoshop
You say shit like
"I run in the church and make everybody
And the Reverend Run Jojo pops"
I should leave ya body full of metal
Since you got the same hairline as Robocop
Aye Smack, do me a favor
Don't put a top dog against these funny cats
Go 'head and call me "ancient"
But, you the nigga that's
Gettin' mummy wrapped
When you, Beasley and Chico
Where the fuck did you find these dummies at?
I love the strip club
But if this what you call twerk
(Twork) I want my money back

I said your grandma called me the other day
You know I'm one of the smoothest cats
She said
"You done earned this good ass cookin'
Baby you done bruised my back"
I said, "you'll get used to that" she said
"I heard you battlin' by baby Bootsie"
I said, "There's some truth to that"
She said, "Please take it easy on him baby I
Don't wanna see him lose the match" i said
"He 'bout to get that old Catholic
School ass whoopin' the ruler's back"
This that okey doke
They said, "Charlie Clipslate"
My schedule was open though
As I was too far to turn down the volumes
Not even remotely close overdose, they said
"How you gon' beat Charlie
Clips? Bro the GOAT!
Different from any stat you
(statue) face, I told 'em
(totem) pose (poles, polls)
My rage jumpin', gauge dumpin
If all else fails to put
Charlie Brown in the field
Ch-ch the great pump can (The Great Pumpkin)
Y'all see how he had impersonations
That's all niggas doin' lately like bigga 9
I'ma start makin' you niggas pay me
You forgot about the little 9
That thing be goin' crazy
And since Charlie bit me
It's one finger on the baby
Crazy! You silly groupie that ain't me
Let me show you how to really do it
I'm Strapped In! I'll clap you in a coma
Madness! I could snap at any moment
You always fuckin' jokin', you might just die
You can't wake up out the casket and say
"Sike I lied!"
You fuckin' fool, bust a move, I dump a tool
BAOW! Guess what room he in? The upper room!
I brung it to him, I'm at his home
I'm leavin' this muhfucka with a bag of bones
The barrel long
One Glock shot will turn this into
A hot spot that alone (data lone)
I'm grippin' the Nina
You ain't tell me what room you in?
I'd rather figure the scene up
Slide wit' this crept and see
(discrepancy)
That's the difference between us
I go hard wit' my grind
The gang get caught wit' this
We losin' the guns and doin' all of the time
That's my family plan
I'm ready to put 'em all on the line
I'm talkin' blaze ya brother, slay ya mother
Bust
(bus) ya grandma like the Wayans Brothers
I'll blaze this fucker, Clips y'all hero?
Mossberg 88 and I ain't
Showin' it for fashion
So if Charlie villain wave a
(Villanueva) tool it's comin' four
From the Maverick you on a losin' streak, I
Got goons that creep, ruger piece
You know a (Noah) Ark? It's two apiece
Deuce five Jubilee 'Uh Oh', Lumidee
Headshot, let it ring in Charlie's face unity
You wanna joke until I'm scorchin' a pound
If a revolver spin like a carousel
He'll stop horsing around i laid it out?
Had a few thoughts before I
Brought this razor out
I'm thinkin' 'First name Charlie'
Last name "yeah I Was Wonderin' If
I Could Take You Out" it's uncanny
I pull out this 'Sweet Little
16' and get Chuck buried (Berry)
I'm headed to Harlem, like "Fuck Wolf love"
Shotty to his chest, hit
ICE like the Titanic
I'm leavin' bodies on deck
What, y'all ain't like that?
Well I'm so muhfuckin' mean wit' it
I can bring that shit back and do
A whole 'nother scheme wit' it
40 loaded on me, clip long as the Titanic
He barely survive like Jack and Rose
But I adore (a door) you holdin' on
I'm doin' you foul
Baow, baow, two to ya scalp
If I let it ring again I be renewin' the vows
Jersey

Remember it's a boxing match you gotta
Fight smart great first round kid

Fight back!

Tell ya mother to fight back when
I pipe that watch ya mouth

Oh my god, he might take this battle serious
Be happy little nigga
Lotta people across the world been
Dyin' to get this Charlie
Cause they know I got the gift to make twerk
(Twork) look nasty like Cortez mother backin'
It up at a Christmas party
I overhead you tell niggas
That you was lyrical
Well see this the part where
I break you down liar
Cause all you do is use
TV songs and commercials and
Put "baow" in the middle to
Make it sound fire
Nigga be like, "When I pull
Out everybody get laid down
It's a full couch everywhere you look
Everywhere you- BAOW! Ain't nobody alive
In that Full House!"
And see y'all will go crazy like he
Just performed some kind of miracle
Just because he screams and adds "baow"
It does not make him lyrical
Nigga be like, "I'm masked down
Potato on the barrel
Who smell a hash brown?
Call JG Wentworth 877-Cash-
BAOW! I want my cash NOW!"
Y'all niggas will go crazy like he
Just performed some kind of miracle
Just 'cause he screams and adds "baow"
It does not make him lyrical
The nigga be like, "I get ya homie smoked
Right in front of the church:
He'll get the holy ghost
'Cause every kiss begins with K-
BAOW! No it don't!"
Y'all niggas will go crazy like he
Just performed some kind of miracle
Just 'cause he screams and adds "baow"
It does not make him lyrical
Aye I wanna know somethin'
Is the "baow" the gun or the shot?
I wanna know so I can practice on it
I salute you though, cause that "baow" shit
You got all these new battle rappers on it
I miss my old gun, Twork
Scraped the serial off
So if the cops find it
The numbers is never matchin' on it
So the last time I seen my Bow, Wow
It had scratches on it off that alone
That should let y'all know
I'm better than him
Before I kick box karate chop
Swave Sevah ya chin
Make sure this is the last
Battle we hear "BAOW!"
Or Smack gon' have to bring a reverend in
Stomach shot he'll never be able to BAOW
(bow) ever again random!
But which city started callin'
Extended clips "dicks"? Pause!
Whoever came up wit' that though, y'all petty
And there's real killers that call
Her that, so fuck it, i got a bar ready
God deadly
I grip the AR and hold the arm steady
Reload the clip and put a dick
In a 15: R kelly! Hold up, y'all know what?
I'm so motherfuckin' mean wit' it
Nnnah, pause that, i ain't tryin' to do a
Whole 'nother scheme wit' it old gun
But, I make it feel new when
I attach the beam wit' it
Headshot, but ya hairline crooked
I gotta lean wit' it
New Jersey in the buildin'? Bllaow
Ya whole team get it
Cops show up? Will Smith in I
Robot - the machine did it
I heard you was out in London lookin' broke
You couldn't even borrow money
From your own camp
Askin' niggas, "Can I get a hit of ya blunt?"
You ain't even have money to
Grow ya own plant
And you was askin' niggas to use they jacks
Wow, you couldn't upgrade ya phone, champ?
You don't find it crazy how ya manager Rome
(roam) , but ya phone can't?
Oh, I'm so happy they booked this
Battle next to Disney so
He can take a trip to
SeaWorld where the killers dwell
Where we drown him like Shamu since
You sayin' that you a killer, well
(whale)
That last line, ah, it was irrelevant
Sike, I lied - I'm
Playin' wit' your intelligence
I'm glad they booked the battle in Orlando so
When I kill you they won't tamper
(Tampa) wit' the evidence! Hey, Smack
Stop bookin' me against these bummy cats!
I love the strip club
But if this what you call twerk
(Twork) , I want my money back

I said I'm the excellent one
You can never compare me to
The rest of these bums
I'm nothin' like 'em, there's
Nothin' like me, i'm as best as they come
This like Sister Act 2: I'm second to none
(nun) it's fatalism
Charlie fuck around get bullets
Bangin' in him
Triangular barrel wit' the beam
I can make a prism
POP! But the 38 Special: I got favoritism
This Magic Johnson when he first got AIDS
I'm not playin' wit' him
I shoot to kill, show him how the Ruger feel
BAOW! The Clips that never made it
This the blooper reel i'm too for real
Robberies, I done really took
Cash from you clowns
I hit licks like plane crashes
You know the mask (mast) comin' down
MAC swing around like "Where the
Bricks?" We hit the house
And comin' from the Wild 'N
Out games you know
You can't hold water so spit it out
I know what this nigga 'bout
You should've declined and stayed safe
Save face one bullet will turn a living
Legend to late great
You gotta move, y'all wearin' Ncredible
Jackets like Nick Cannon, y'all got a group?
Well if I make him casket sharp
You gon' follow suit what kinda guy is you?
Yeah you made it to Wild N Out
Got the big checks and
That's the greatest feelin'
But rap about any money you earn
And I'ma make a killin' i'm independent
You was havin' sleep overs wit'
Eric? Y'all some different niggas
Break in, fuck the front
Hit the back like a fender bender
POP, I would've caught DNA at the
Crib I would've clipped the nigga
BAOW, put down on the couch Rent-A-Center
I blaze these things
Whatchu think? Cause my gun go
Blaow it's make believe?
Charlie, I can leave the bow outgracefully
Lead bake, two 23's will change ya head shape
Speakin' of shape, when I heard you
Was workin' out I said, "Great"
I'll give you the only pounds
You can't lose dead weight
MAC dumpin', break in
Mask comin' wit' gats drawn
You think it's Wild 'N Out
Man it look like the black squad
I'm in this bitch, you at the
Faceoff comparin' me to you
I got penmanship
I'm like Charlie wit' longevity
Extended Clips you been a bitch
In real life they be bitchin' Clips
You come to battle rap and turned a
(Turner) hero
Like the Crimson Chin I'm sick of it
Who let these niggas in? This pure- wait
Nick Cannon gave you that chain?
I'll put an end (N) to it this limitless
I done really robbed niggas
For plenty of things
Like they was too drunk to drive
Give me the keys jersey

You was NWX for two hours
Then Jakkboy Maine punked you
Outta the fuckin' group you say shit like
"I got a snub wit' a wide
Nose and a buncha Dots
And if I hold it upside down it
Feel like you're lookin' up to Mook"
You a fuckin' goof you 6'2" and 3
4th, why when you rap you jump and shoot?
Either stand still or my hands will
Be the first thing to make a hit with twerk
(Twork) since Uncle Luke
My gun'll pop, speakin' of Uncle Luke
I got a 2 Live Crew and
You the nigga they wanna rock
What's in his drawers? Doo Doo Brown and
All I heard was 100 shots
Ya baby moms? A fuckin' thot
And you confiscate her phone like
You a fuckin' cop
So I gotta text her shit like
"The promoters ain't want Brizz"
That's just code word for "All
We want is Top" are you a thug or not?
I catch ya baby moms while she headed to work
If you act Rowdy I'ma pipe her
(Piper) dead in her skirt
Extended clip turn the Eagle into an ostrich
And leave ya head in the dirt
Cause, I'm a fat nigga that's dyin' to
Let it sing since Gerald Levert
Stop actin' arrogant, you don't
Own guns little nigga, y'all be sharin' it
Oh you carry for other niggas
Aye Geechi we got a surrogate
I got a new gun
I gotta load it around wi-fi
Before I'm airin' it
And it's Bluetooth so I can grab
Another gun and start pairin' it
Nu Jerzey Twork, you don't even
Be in New Jersey, Twork, i ain't hearin' it
I heard you left Jersey cause
Ya family on drugs, the embarrassment
But, if there's one thing TV showed me is
That Family Matters and you should cherish it
No matter how much ya mother watched ya
Father cop in the house like Harriet
All you do is go "Jersey"
And end ya rounds early and this a repeat
All you do is go "Jersey"
And end ya rounds early and this a repeat
You got me battlin' in a small room I should
Make ya nose bleed for these cheap seats
What you do against Arsonal? A
Million in a month?
Well congratulations my nigga
Well that's just a sneak peek
Cause a battle with Clips just
Gon' blow New Jersey up
That's word to Chief Keef
D wade press conference
My union stay around to see the Heat speak
2-1? Nah I came to catch a clean body
I'm a neat freak
The pound keep comin' back around
Hashtag on a reTweet and to be honest
(Giannis) , they ain't see these kinda Bucks
Since the Greek Freak
You did the salsa, battled Nitty
Claimed you was bilingual
And you said you too season
Sofrito and you said you'd
Run up on him with the little knife poquito
But my favorite part
Is when you said you'll cut
Rum to the white: mojito
But then we watched Rum milk
You for everything: coquito
I'm amazin' wit' it
Everything I say is vicious
You'll catch strays, ASPCA
I don't play wit' bitches
Red you said somethin' earlier? Well I'll
Throw somethin' in O's shin
(ocean) when I spray the biscuit
And he'll get found in the Pacific
Like a ghetto bitch that's
Tryin' to say "specific"
Aye Red, follow the Code
Red and don't get it twisted
It's not a Mountain Dew
Cause you'll get Rushed
But, you'll get rushed more
(Rushmore) dependin' on what this
Amountin' (a mountain) too
Yeah ya baby mom's about to
Leave you for me nigga
She's about to bounce, it's true
But, you can't get mad at her
Cause you know she got the bounce from you
I'm Strapped In!
I'll clap him in a coma and put a cap
Inside his gown before he
Can grab his diploma
The best arrived, you like when my guns clap
Well I've got an extra five
And this one clap like a drunk uncle
Tryin' to start the 'Electric Slide'

Charlie goes to give Smack a five
And pulls his hand away

No! You next to die!

You let Smack take $8, 000 from you?
He took the grands you was worth
And instead of runnin' down
Like a fuckin' man
You got on cam' wit' it first
I watched the whole damn thing
It's a damn shame how they handled ya purse
I mean he took the 8
You get the message Amber Alert
You bitch body, I never glorified
The life I chose
I just wasn't in the crib hidin'
The gangsta shit was right next door to me
So I lived by it you a goofy in fact
You know why niggas think you so disloyal?
You can go on Youtube for that
You watched ya man get jumped in Cali
So you do the Math
If I would've got jumped in Cali
And you just gazin' at it
For some fuckin' slippers
You would've left wearin' Stacey Adams
I would've made an example out you
So no nigga played me after
I would've used your skull and bones as
A sign like a safety hazard
I'm blazin' at him
I'm 'bout to bury you with a 100 in the pound
And I just wanted to rap but niggas
Done flipped ya name so fuckin'
Much I ain't got no choice but
To run it through ground
You got kicked to the curb
Well now you comin' back for
Me? This nigga absurd
You must be lookin' for a buzz
Like Emperor Zurg there's no tolerance
I'm not surprised that your pop's a snitch
I'm just confused how you can walk
The earth with no consequence
Acknowledge it, it's common sense
Pharaoh ain't let God's people go and his son
Had to pay for his father's sins
It's set in stone, but before you
Could ever follow his footsteps
I'll let Beretta's go
Now you'll never snitch on nobody
He won't tell a soul jersey