URLtv, Ave, Chess - Chess vs. Ave lyrics

Almighty! We still cakin' the fuck up!
When this round's through, wild dudes
Gonna be waking the fuck up!
This finna be an amazing show
I just turned 18, 8 days ago
My nigga, I'm at a legal
Age to get fucked up, the fuck's up?
Chess is home
And ya'll finna get the best of NOME
Skin complexion on create a playerit's
Time to set the tone!
Ave, I hope you can scrap
You like to punch, I like to punch
I shoot the hands before shooting straps
But, if you try to hide, you'll get clapped
If I gotta search his block
I find Ave with the Chrome: Google Maps
Kick in his door, headshot
You'll be flat I got ninas
I walk in his crib
And remove the cap hit his rear it's like
He's shot first the way I'm shootin' back
Pull a gat, 'til there's nothing left
The 8'll be empty like the movie wack
Toolie clap, soon as I fire he drop
Then I'm piling other bodies on top
Shit I'm putting Roc on Ave
Like I'm supplying the block
Toolies blast, I'ma destroy Ave
He leaving Irving Plaza in the
Worst condition than Troy Ave they gave me
Your boy Ave but I'd rather damage Tay
Fire on Roc for getting big headed
But this is your NBA
Jam his face, pistol whip him
Bet the cannon break and 1 Youtube mixes
I had to get the handle taped
You ever had two twin nines? I can relate
Get it from my jeans genes and air it
(inherit) like family trait's
Your parents got it but disappointed the kid
Like he found out Santa fake guns with me
I keep 'em low like the grass
In the land of snakes
He's high thinking he can handle Ray
Stay off the grass Stanley's place
That was some bars from Chess
Was it my hardest? Homie that's sick
(Breathe bro) don't hold me that's it
Growing up I was known for that fist
Got buffer and started loaded that clip
So when I'm holding that grip
The kickbackregular cause I'm getting too
Old for that shit
I'm God, the divine creator
And that nigga Daylyt? My
Son: I'm Davone's creator
If I can't get him from far I'll blam
Up close so the shot is greater
I miss Day so I had to
Bring it in like doctor papers
Yeah, look at him, silent
I was Th3 Saga's savior
And I was the one looking for guidance
So I stand here asking for help cause
I gotta battle some harder niggas
I'm talking role models, father figures
Cause, I ain't have a daddy myself
I guess facing a real nigga
Will make me challenge myself
When I was locked in with pussies I gave no
Fucks like a bitch with a chastity belt
Mag in the belt, and a long 44
Mac on the shelf
Like his pimp hand ain't strong no more
If we all go war
Niggas shit will really get his scene
Army connects
We got our hands on damn near everything
With this 5-7 I ain't playing an effing game
Wait, F in 5-7 that this little fella name
Bang, flip his block
Hit the spot then they drop Tetris game
Grips will get tossed, if I get
Caught, I'ma lie about the shooting
That's a pop I would never claim
Cause, I was sitting on that
Stoop and dad never came
He tried to reach for the grip
Too late I caught him first on his
Shirt where I left his brain
This scrub couldn't get it out
Like that messy stain
Bet money, I was blessed with aim, I'll
Put a band on my finger
It's not a wedding ring
Weapons raised, out of the jeans
I I'm a son of a gun and I
Made that nigga a grandfather at fourteen
A young nigga that saw things
And it stayed with him
Your eyes is like a window to your soul
And in mine you see pain in it
I was with them niggas outside
They used to play with it
They got low as soon as they did it
They hit licks and booked but
They was page skimming
The dirt, I make you lay in it
I literally got a bullet with your name on it
So when I aim with it
I put Ave in the grave with
Something from Ave engraved in it
Should I let the pump
Sawed off or the gauge split him?
The caliber or the snub
Either take two out of the 40
Or the 38's hit him
Two 23's like Jordan and James with him
Stay gripping
Ratchets on top of ratchets like gay women
If my niggas run in his trap they
Coming out with the cake with 'em
I tell 'em, "Dunny move straight kill him"
And do the same thing to eight bitches
Or you get popped over this body
They got burned trying to make chicken
47 on me and I'm looking for a Cave victim
The K spitting but the stance got
Him thinking DNA hit him
Body after body after
Body: I'm shape-shifting cake Life

I say yo
It's about time somebody finally put me
Face to face with this bitch
And that's great
Cause, I know you came with all
The Cakes in this shit
But please, them niggas a disgrace
'Cause if we keeping it simple
Just think O'fficial we can see the Chess
(chest) bigger than the Cakes
Cause you been running shit ace
But this where it get scorched though
You can't Skip with a Sharpe nigga
This ain't the sports show
Your boys know, but since they in
Your squad they gotta front, Well
I'm Nutso: y'all seen me cause
A problem from the jump
No! Scratch that, same reference, backtrack
You Nutso, meaning he would've been dead
On the last Smack but, I'm back
My nigga let's state facts
We don't spit the same
You can't touch a round on the
Flow: I'm no Twister game
I'm in a different lane
Y'all lame put up the money
And this like the second Cake I
Done crushed: I got the munchies
Y'all want beef? Well come and get it
More than one way
G-Unit at the awards, fighting Gunplay
So I hope this nigga jump, Ace
Cause right after he clocked out
He getting 30 to eat: that
Shit a lunch break! No wait, he understand
I'm like a crackhead without a stammer
If I lose it
I'll start smoking with the can'
But, I'm pulling with these hands
Got advanced rumble skills
But since he want it with
That cannon, I'll dump it
Slump him still in his mother whip
Before he can peel the pops left him
Hurt crying
Holding onto the wheel like Uncle Phil
So fuck how you niggas feel
If them clowns get more braver
Straight to God, the 50 Cent
Sent Cakes like bodegas no, wait up
And just in case your old broad step
Hit the bitch that's running with you: now
You Omar Epps so how ya (Higher) Learning?
The Hardaway nigga, well since your crew Crip
Potato on the barrel
Apparel will look like Blue Chips
What, you don't think I tote that
Strap? He'll get the picture
When rounds cover his head
The gun Kodak black
So if I snap and start popping that heater
They'll find Chess on his back
With his views up, like it's not a PG
We can scrap
He'll get bruised up or a knot for GP
Head clap and tilt his hat like he Adebisi
How he gon' beat me?
Cause if he disrespecting space in between us
He gon' see more than my
Punches on these stages, the meanest
I'm finna show this
If I hit him in his face they ain't swingers
Niggas soft behind the counter
He like Ace at the cleaners
We ain't believers
You see, 'cause ain't no bitch in my crew
So if you got a problem with one
I'll bring the issue to you
That mean if Tay go, I'm hitting you, too
Y'all just gon' view an arm swinging over
Roc like I'm Skip 2 My Lou but, if we shoot
Better watch where you flame that fella
Tell him to put a beam on that
Jank so he can aim that better
Cause when we bang that metal
The first thing we draw on is the head
I guess he picked the wrong hangman letter
I'm with whatever
But my advice is move on quick
You throw a cap
Then it's coming back on some NuBorn shit
Two arms gripped, control kick
Shoot y'all haters now ya team's stiff in a
Box: that's a Foosball table
They ain't gon' save you
I don't care if you trapping with ten people
I'll pull up in something pitch
Black: I'm Vin Diesel
Hop out with them twin Eagles
I had to switch the strap
A couple shots make the Mac
Sound different like slim Sigel
We ain't equal, believe me
What they say? Just writtens
But it be leaking
That razor will leave his face cut vicious
See, I ain't nothing like
These Cakes Up snitches
So play tough and this a point
In Chess like A-cup bitches
I'm on a mission
I told the nigga Smack to find me killers
He gon' bring a Chess game
Knowing I'm Bobby Fischer
Let him try me on the gangsta shit
I bet he stop it when I drop
Him then I go in Chess
(chest) pocket like a handkerchief
I blame the liquor niggas dranking on
He gon' let that Paul Masson
Get him them pallbearers
Or hit with a long barrel
Cause we go beyond fighting watch Chess
(chest) pains turn to the
Coffin (coughing) like bronchitis
I'm the nicest
So watch what you say or get pound Cake
Don't get gassed by this crowd
Give me space and you wild safe
Cause if shit get foul
I might just have to break your pal face
So if you don't want these problems just
Stay in a child's place nigga

You joined Tay nigga? Well that's funny
Cause, I can see Ave bein' a Cave nigga
But he a dead man
I'll take a brother like K nigga kay nigga
I mask up and fire off the
Buckle them arms get raised nigga
The shit I brought to this
Ring was flames nigga
BAOW, I hit his brain nigga
BAOW, he lost his mind, that was insane nigga
If he survive the dome shot
I bet he'll never be the same nigga
It got to his head and changed it forever
Like fame nigga i give him cans, that was
Trash, I let it fly, that was plain
(plane) nigga from here on
(heron) I'm spittin' crack
Take it in vain (vein) nigga
Don't talk to me about pain nigga
That's somethin' we took lots of
We learned home remedies cause our
Grandma's is hood doctors
For my brothers I would pop ya
I got his back
Straight up that's good posture
I'm showin' my ass! Like I don't wanna proper
Look patna, I'm a nigga that kill
Somethin' silver
(Silva) kickin' harder than that fighter
That live in Brazil
Drive-by, my nigga had a nine wit' him to
Kill and his license was suspended for real
He ain't clean his plates but he
Still managed to finish the meal (mil)
He gave Mike P the butt of the 50
So he could see how Vivica feel
Well this 50 got a Best Friend
He's singin' with Olivia still
Speakin' of best friend, I'll
Send you to mine
So she don't gotta rest lonely
For Kiki I'm doin' 40 on Ave
Pour the 40 on Ave
This one for my dead homie
Did Ave forget about them twin
Nines that Ave will get?
On Ave avenue causing avalanches
Who gon' be Ave advocate?
P called me like, "Chess
Ave is sick you better have some shit"
Instigating, tryin' to make me get hyper
I won't lie, he spit fire but stop draggin'
(dragon) it i'm too passionate
Unpresentable at an interview
I won't slack for shit
He better give it everything he has
Or this gon' be hazardous
Hit ya dead son, my man gun
What I clap him wit'
Your junior high soon as he passed the fifth
I fucked up in school but even on
The honor roll I was smashin' shit
A good student, makin' niggas lean
Scholar activist
Snatch ya chick, slash the bitch
If it get outta hand, I caught her
(quarter) from behind the ear
Like a magic trick
Then I back out on Ave like B-Magic, trick
Then bullets, swervin'
He was tweekin' in the field
Like a Madden glitch
The streets felt like seat belts when
You move fast in it
Wait, you know the streets felt like
Seat belts when you move, fasten it
Translation: they felt safer with
The strap and shit
I'll split this clown and that ain't
Even the half of It
You'll get the deuce deuce after the Glock
That 22 follow the 21 on some Savage shit
I told K-Shine I'd eat his food
And he was mad as shit
Blood felt like a neutral nigga violated
So he had a fit
Cause this NFL nigga disrespected
His flag Colin Kaepernick
Fuck that: Colin Kaepernick
He stands for nothin'
This nine will put seven in his back and shit
Nigga, I'll Huey Newton, black ya shit
NASCAR tag ya whip jC
Chilla Jones, Blac start smackin' shit
I said I'm whippin' on Ave
I'll turn crazy and start flippin' on
Ave like a bad car accident
Yo Surf, she was alright, mama was a roller
She asked me why I ran up in
The house and I told her
"You can go first" kidnap her
Surf tried to save her
I make his dome squirt
Another nigga wit' a staple head tryin'
To find his parents Joe Dirt
I'll take ya seed out like I'm rollin'
Reggie, then ya grand daddy get lit
I'm tryin' to smoke purp
These bullets I load hurt and you
Do not wanna go there
Start shootin' up outta nowhere growth spurt
380's as a kid, we had the lil' chrome first
Then chopper was at my man's spot
But, I had the baby in the crib
Like wifey wanted a home birth
It used to be under the bed
Now I keep the tooley in the sheets
Cause the demon's kinda spooky when I sleep
When you snooze is when they creep
I'm tryin' to shoot my way outta Hell
But, it's hard when the devil
Used to feelin' heat
Lil' kids, I seen a few of them deceased
Pine box, ma and pop, so the funeral is cheap
And she be damned if she do that shit to me
I gotta do Ave filthy
I can't let Ave kill me
Cause mama refused to lose me to the streets
Cake Life

They say
"Ave been impressin' watch who he earn next"
But first, let me burn Chess
(chest) I got acid indigestion
I guess to y'all this match up is godly
Nah, they got a nigga bodyin' a
Cake like a bachelorette party
When P called me, sayin' this shit was a lock
I'm yellin, "Yes" like it's time to get this
Cheddar for him and whoever next
Then I heard you got the better check
So now I gotta find him and the X mark
The spot and take everything
That you treasure Chess (chest)
Cause, I be stressed, so flexin' me
Ave will try ya
Shit, I'm even robbin' niggas who think they
Smoke youngin' when that barrel fire
Ride up on him sittin' in that V and
It's fo' from the heat we herald
(Harold) Minors
So if them niggas behind ya vagina
Switch ya crew dawg
You think them niggas cool? Nah
All them niggas food and I
Got somethin' that'll move y'all
45 with the double drum
I introduce 'em to that cougar
With a boob job so don't make this a
Problem that lead answers arm out
Fifth to the heart get Fred Sandford'd
Cause my shooters do it oh so simple
One call and I'll ride on Chess
(chest) corner like a Polo symbol
That's just my mental
Every time I'm in the state I'm snub
Y'all know trust
Rex tell me, "Bro, you safe y'all plugged"
I be like, "I ain't tryin' to play y'all
Cuz but this rotten apple
Got Big Worms they ain't
Even showin' Faizon Love"
This is what I does
Don't make me have to move to they block
Or kick up in the spot
Snatch up all this loot that they got
See if we shoot this they hot
So what we do to shake cops
Cross Chess chest wit' Hawks
Now he Mookie Blaylock
Y'all niggas better start calmin' this clown
'fore he get clipped wit' a mop stick
Like Sam Jackson robbin' McDowell's
Wait calm down
Cause, I ain't tryin' to rattle ya sets
See the pops just come for Chess
This remind you of Fresh now you in check
Or I can just sleep him wit' big knuckles
Y'all ain't seen the kid nappin'
This fast since Mitch brother
And I wish you bitches budge
I don't care if it's partial
Thurgood Marshall
The first nigga get to judge
And you can come wit' all of ya cuz
Bitch I said it, I don't sweat it
All that Cake ever harm was a diabetic
I'll wet the whole crew dawg, try me
The wrong nigga get shot, oops
Sound like that nigga Bruce Almighty
The squad by me
Soon as niggas take it a tad farther
They dead
I came here prepared with the lead sparkers
A bullet to the head, if he live
They said "trauma"
He'll end up with the best
Chair like head barbers
These dead bombers, weave, on head problems
But, if it's beef, no sleeves
I'll bare arm ya
45 palm but I put the silencer on
How you gon' tell a pop that
I fired like Craig mama i'm a monster
I don't know what the fuck they sippin'
My niggas never on no cup Cake mission
Before you buck, just know I
Don't give a fuck, ace listen
My nigga I'll slap Chess, before I snap
That's that upstate spittin'
Then I be chillin'
Waitin' for any nigga he peel and get
I open can's for you bitches
Chivalry still exists
Cause y'all must want me to lean his shit
He'll the grip and take him off the scene
Before he be seen in his senior pics
Have Steams pissed, cause we go hard pal
Thinkin' homi 'til I donate him bullets
Now they the Salvation Army i'm godly
Smack get a grown nigga to guard me
I'm 'bout to send him up to God B
Look I'm sorry, cause the kid can pure spit
But, if this was war, shit, she know Chess
(chest) too small and I
Hate an insecure bitch this is it
But if you really want that Rex stop through
Got a fresh Glock, extended wit' the red dot
Whew
I know y'all prolly thinkin', "head shot"
True? But nah
A few hit his pecs so tell JC I Chess
(chest) pop too that's how I do
I came from a block where them shots ring
We was on the bottom tryin' to
Get dollars by all means
My homie locked in the bing
Said if he could swap his dreams, he'd
Have left the trap for the Army
He like Bedaffi Green fuck you mean?
Time man

Salute to Ave man
Real recognize real, we spoke 'bout it
Rappin' saved me from the streets
And I won't doubt it y'all see this?
My life could've been drugs
Instead I'm gettin' love, makin' doe out it
I seen Smack started lookin' for the plug
And felt the whole outlet
When we ain't have much
We made the most out it
I used to cut and bleach jeans
Just to make somethin' new
Out of old outfit's
They talk about adding cut to that
Work to make it stretch
But they don't mention addin'
Water to the dish
Detergent to make extra soup out it
I wasn't the biggest sneaker person
But them times my feet was hurtin'
Mom kept them comfy, she toes crowded
You'll feel pain tryin' to walk in her shoes
She took the soles out them
Don't talk to me 'bout the struggle
Like I don't know 'bout it i'm so 'bout it
Nigga, you ever had to cut the bottom of a
Two liter bottle and make a bowl out it?
See, they go insane when I'm
Rappin', DC Young Fly
I built my name off of snappin'
You got a teenage daughter
Right? I pray she a bad bitch
Your lil' girl ever felt the
Pain of a fat dick?
Well picture that virgin gettin' laid
In a casket!
Bastard, fuck talkin', fifth's clappin'
A gettin' sprayed, no words
Just action a game of charades
I'm loaded, with a round to pop y'all
Bang! Bang! The loudest shots y'all
Let somethin' flash at the top of his roof
But it don't make the same sound as cop cars
Punch the wind out this nigga
He bound to drop y'all
This clown get rocked hard his chest
(Chess) get Caved in like I
Was down with Roc's squad
God, all my dawg bite
So don't even give them a loud bark
Real nigga or not
None of that shit is allowed mark
You gotta get through Chess
(chest) to see if you really got wild heart
I will punch you
Dead in ya shit if ya mouth smart
You'll get hurt
For talkin' crazy in hood like
Kenny from South Park know ya role
Cause you'll get cut if you don't act right
You can get stabbed, sliced, two sharp tools
Scott Hole and Kevin Nash like a is dead
You want the razor's edge or the jack knife?
And you know what's after that, right?
Back to gettin' punched in ya
Face, runnin' his mouth
Like he always got somethin' to say
Shit on ya territory dawg
That mean I dump in ya place
I bring them guns to VA
The ratchet arms in front of ya door
Like she want you to stay
Which one should kill him B?
The pump or the K? Nigga Trump and Hillary
You fucked either way
We almighty, 59-50, Cal is
Near me, Halle Berry, i keep a fine 50
No feelings
Lettin' everything out this Ruger
I got wit' me
I was numb inside before the age of ten
That's why the nine empty
Through the grapevine
I heard that T Top was duckin' Ave
You tryin' to hide silly?
You said that Surf ain't teachin'
New niggas the game
And it look like you doin' the same
This is a lot to me oh, I get it
Ever since he got his
Views he thinkin' takin'
Somebody new will make his stock shifty
I told him, "Bro
C'mon tell the newer guys what you seen bro"
He said, "Kingnot really"
He ain't wanna show 'em
What the Bear witness, i guess Top busy
And the scariest part, is
Brizz fuck wit' Ave
Oh you ain't know he ran wit' the sharks?
Well that's just like Brizz
Leavin' his man in the dark
But, I still don't think this
Man will want parts
Cause T Top will get scared of Ave
Prolly why he stayed in the park
You and Chess got unfinished business
So you are next, make you a mess
Bullets rippin' through tissues
And ruin flesh when I said you get tuned I
Meant we aim ten K's
For that same 10Ks from UFF
That was a fluke my man, because of him
I'm feelin' like a sore loser man
So if y'all cheer for him I air on him
Don't do it man
It's be bald heads in the piece
Y'all better boo da (Buddha) man
Damn it I'm wildin', this shit real
The clips st mannequin challenge cake Life

I said yo, just a reminder
I'm lookin' for rivals here in this market
So if niggas ain't Cave, Dot, Titles
Then you a target
I can talk because I walk it
I ain't these other frauds
Other than the squad
Fuck every nigga that's on this card
Yo Clips, we know that you washed bitch
This when ya movie end
I came to take ya spot
Want it back? Nigga come move me then
But, I say just retire
Cause Charlie ran outta
Fire plus was ridin' Nick more than Mariah
We know what room he in, for real
Welcome back Will, y'all know
I fuck with dude
I'm waitin' on a deal and a
Deal to see what's up witchu
They told me you a Smack killer, soon as
They call it, think alcoholic, I finish Rum
Now bring me the 'Yak ('gnac) nigga
We can get it settled
Take a visit to the Rebel
Find Arsonal attached to a
Bus like Twisted Metal
Set it up and I be doin' him dirty
He'll be Anton Tyler
Nothin' but a ghost movin' through Jersey
Nigga you heard me
That war shit, you know we declare
Jump on the side of ya crib
I'll Smokey The Bear
Chase him out the place where he
Trap with somethin' heavy bustin'
If he live they'll be tapin'
(tape in) his back like Teddy Ruxpin
What's up then? And if DNA want problems
Tell Eric I'm wit' it
Fuck the gratitude, I'm sick of
This lil' battle goof
Set the match and that'll do
Smack, let me at him duke and watch Ave end
(N) you (U) E
So put a venue together or pick an avenue
Now back to you, wanna scrap? Cool
You'll get ya face shattered, just collapse
Right in front of ya team
That's Hank Gathers
They react, it ain't matter
Whoever want us stare, we can mix a few bowl
I'm just gon' leave a Cake battered
That gun play ain't just chatter
I will clap that fucker
Come out the Cave wit' the trey
(tray) I feel like Batman butler
Don't make me hurt these fake fuckers
So when I tell you
"Get Ghost behind Raekwon" it ain't
The Purple Tape cover
Y'all straight bluffers
Don't have these people thinkin'
Y'all get at me they ain't shit but niggas
Claimin' they pop like, "I da pappy!"
I don't care if he barely tap me
Shit Steam gon' be leakin'
Put a knife through Kareem hand
I'm Nino in the meetin'
Is we beefin'? Well peep then
I'ma let it be known
We can play on whatever level he want and
My niggas bringin' every weapon we own
And once we catch him he gon'
Sig' spark then it's the Uz'
(ooh's) like when Belly come on
I'm in my zone
They got me on NOME on my first year
On thing is
I didn't think I would battle this jerk here
I mean the way these niggas animate help
It's so fake, that's why I ain't want the
Cake like Anna Mae felt
But blame Ike, that's what you wanted, right?
Well now it's heated, 'bout the line bro
The iron low like I'm anemic
I'ma squeeze it if he force me to do it
You see somethin' from the
Hand go through Chess
(chest) like a Scorpion threw it
So don't be stupid
I told you "fix my plate"
Right Smack? Cause they been sleepin'
It's time I bring my state right back
I don't give a fuck about these
Sucker niggas they type wack
Cause, I'm a nigga outta Norfolk
Straight like that