URLtv, Glueazy, Chess - Chess vs. Glueazy lyrics

[URLtv, Glueazy, Chess - Chess vs. Glueazy lyrics]

Ayy, P asked me to get rid of you
So I’m killin’ you
He came to the jungle lookin’ for smoke
That’s why they gave you a gorilla, Glu’
(Gorilla Glue) bang, this nigga through
And you ain’t safe either, I’m clippin’ you
It’s like we both landlords
And you can relate to when the rent is due
Plus the tenants rude
Homes, these shots I’m kickin’ out’ll
Make you a victim (evict him) too
Run down in your dice game
We bet not see a nigga move
We fly by and start snatchin’
That bread off the concrete
Like pigeon food
This trailеr trash piece of shit is cool
I be seein’ him snap but hе need to relax
‘cause he would get clapped hit his wig, a
(wigga) White boy out here thinkin’ he Black
But he ain’t seasoned, he wack
None of his shit nice get pistol whipped
This pistol grip is a
Duplication of this pipe
Get smacked wit’ the lookalikes: twin life
You the snitch type
I bet money he don’t live this life
‘Cause niggas blew rounds and never speak
But that’s something he can’t get right
Clap me where
You wouldn’t pull ratchets here
(hair) in a chick fight
Oh so that drug shit what y’all ‘bout?
I seen coke get moved in a dark house
It was pitch-black, they still pitched white
Nigga, sit tight
‘Cause if you get hype, it’s over nigga
He gon’ talk about me chokin’, nigga
‘Til I’m chokin’ niggas ‘Cause he’s average
And that’s all I needed for me to yoke a
(mediocre) nigga mediocre nigga!
Yoke a nigga, ‘til I see the gasp in his face
Lock on his neck
Like John Cena back in the day
This how the savages play
You ain’t really wit’ the action
As a youngin
Him leavin’ the crib really didn’t happen
Who remembers SpongeBob?
He had three close friends: penny, chip
And napkin see you was in the house, liar
They wouldn’t understand, you
Wouldn’t understand, you a oldhead

See you was in the house, liar
I mean, so was I but I
Made noise when I was out, liar
(outlier) i can’t catch you outside
You ain’t a outsider
So I’m at your door, wit’ wild fire
Drop your family
Pop your nanny: Ms doubtfire
From your gang, I doubt fire
‘Cause you a bitch, Glu’
Catch me in your hood, all in your shit, Glu’
Watch him freeze up on his block
Homes: igloo get it twisted, I’ll push your
Top up wit’ the stick, glu’
(glue) wait, why you mad, Glu’?
Lookin’ at me like you hate my skin
You kinda remind me of racist men
And that’s a fact too
As a matter of fact, you gettin’ clapped
Glu’ ‘Cause, I’m blamin’ him
All for what H&M did to the Black youth!
You fuckin’ cracker, under crack use
I should crack you
And make you lean like what crack do!
You real brave for not bringin’ a gat, Glu’

You real brave for not bringin’ a gat, Glu’
Yea I got the 380, stupid
But I also brung the Mac through
He made me do it I had to yo Ch-, yo Steams
Yo Chess, if you blast then I’ll blast too
Aim a SIG, it’s time to catch a body
You got me? Paint his wig
Six 9s (6ix9ines) across his body tekashi!
I’m shapeshiftin’, body after body after body
Almighty

I said, ever since they took Joe ass
Off of Everyday Struggle
I was kinda hopin' we could get Chess off it
Too well, I was sick enough to
Put Danny in a casket
What makes you think Glueazy
Ain't got Chess coffin (chest coughin') too?
You been chokin' a lot lately
Baby, I hope that it gets better
But Michigan vers' Carolina
You gon' have to take a
Timeout: you Chris Webber
I don't play wit' rappers
I fire (Phi) first like Beta Kappa
The flow I'm on? Joseph Kahn
Already Bodied your favorite rappers
Headshot, BLAOW! Be-
Headshot, brains splatter, it's Cake batter
You came here shootin'
Now you leavin' the game: it's Hank Gathers
Those were some bars for Chess
But did I steal those from Ave? Yes
Got heem!
I don't care how many bodies you got
Or if you hot on your block
'Cause if it's "BX or be next"
You'll be Scott La Rock!
They say Chess gon' pop a shot
Chess gon' cop a Glock
Bitch, you'll die before a
Goonie: you Chester Copperpot!
Look, y'all thought Chess could beat me!?
Fuck is y'all smokin'?
Large toaster, foreign shooter: I'm Barbosa
It's double-sized
And trouble lies for the small soldier
A gun'll fire and some'll rise
(summarize) when it's all over
You about to get smoked, choke
Then spit eight bars over
If I catch you wit' your bitch
We on her like Kournikova so move easy
Or four 'Ks on you all like a new TV
Boom bap! Two taps to your jaw
Ya bruise easy
I told Steams I want my money tomorrow
I do him greasy
So you? Tell your brother tomorrow
He owe like Luigi glueazy, the new breed
This shit close to a body snap a picture
Action figure: I pose wit' the body!
I'm s'posed to body you all
This year we handin' out ass-whippings
Mad victims
Gun-butt to the face: ya ass-kissin'
We rap different
Let's see if Chess think he can hang
Lead showered
Terrence Howard: every scene I'm the mayne
The Chef done fried you, then floured you
I'm just pourin' on the seasoning, mayne
'Cause you wrote three rounds for Trez
And then you choked in all
Three of them thangs!
Yeah, my heater'll bang
That's somethin' that I keep on the waist
That'll crack Chess
(chest) open just for thinkin' he safe
That would explain why Steams gon'
Think you a disgrace!
'Cause you don't ever let a White
Boy scream in your face! Carolina, man
Round 1

They said, "Chess
Stop takin' so many battles you
Could live through it
Especially if you can't get through it
I mean, you clearly losin' the passion
So the money must be the influence
Honestly, it look like you've
Had enough of it"
It's 'cause my mind was sayin'
"Fuck this shit"
But the checks was sayin', "Just do it"
So I just did it, but I looked a bit foolish
And I let down a big movement
So I took this battle for nothin' to
Remind myself why the kid do this
This for everybody that stuck wit' me
When I went through it
I'll hold you hostage, in the
Basement, of the crib, stupid
No ropes or chains included
The plan was to duct tape Glu'
(glue) , and I'mma stick to it!
Run down on me and get split ruthless
I'm talkin' carbon around his noggin
Literally split roofless
Yeah, he had his face covered
But my blade cutters split through it
Fuck a mask! The niggas that
Really go HAM'll tend
(Hamilton) to Rip through it!
That's why I left gang at home
'cause they prob'ly woulda clapped somethin'
Smack woulda been in the back frontin'
Like "Bro, get your fuckin' fam!
Alice in Wonderland: Chess, your
(Cheshire) Cats buggin'!" if you- YEEAAH!

I be thinkin' niggas ain't even gon'
Understand some of this shit, bro, for real!

If you don't see a gat
Bustin', I'mma stab, cut him
Or MAC truck him
Don't chop it up - just chop him up
Don't ask nothin' - just axe somethin'!
I'm really on it
Don't have your shorty pullin' tricks
If the trick important
Your bitch try to line me up
She get a coffin
This ratchet pointin' let her
(letter) into a box: Wheel of Fortune!
He be talkin' 'bout movin' packs
Like he get it often well, get it off, then
He don't want smoke
Gunsmoke, the last thing we seen from
The Mill like Wins & Losses
Stop judgin' my wins and losses
'Cause, I been through shit I
Don't believe he had to
See, when you special, plus you a rebel
The Devil throw extra demons at you
I had the Reaper
(Reepah) on my back like you
In the Geechi battle!

He's not ready, Smack i know I
I done did a lotta bullshit, but come on
What I said? Um

I had the Devil on my back- i had the Reaper
(Reepah) on my back like you
In the Geechi battle
Mini shotgun, squeeze it at you i keep steel
(still) wit' a sawed-off nose
Like Black people statues! You co-

Y'all gotta think about it

Glu', you act really hard
We could stop rappin' right now and
Go scrap in the yard but, I'll kill him!
'Cause if I leave a victim
He gon' rattle me, y'all
I might have to endure a cell (Duracell)
They gon' hit me wit' a battery charge!
Yeah, he point first, but I'll pull first
He scared, though, so he want me in jail
All up in a cell, like when ya boo lurk
I hit you first, then you, jerk
Then finish the round with 'Eazy
Like a Mook verse ruger clap
I'm shootin' back like you were
The nigga to shoot first
Y'all finally witnessing murder
(Murda) in the ring again
Shit, all we need now is Tsu Surf!
The truth hurts-

Free The Wave!

The truth hurts and this nigga too fake
(toothache) like his tooth hurt
Waity'all tried to replace my
Work with Glu' work?
What, y'all thought the grass
Was greener on the
Other side'til they found out that you turf?
(Wrap it up, wrap it up, wrap it up)
And what the fuck is- last four
And what the fuck is up wit' that dude Twork?
That nigga be soundin' like he is a gay bitch
"I'm strapped in!"
Yeah, a st-st-stud'll keep repeatin'
That same shit it makes sense
Strapped in, gay bitch, stud'll
Stutter, repeatin' the same shit!
It makes sense! Nu Jerooz, you hit-
Nah, CakeLyfe, man (chuckles)

Look, I might not have ever did Irving Plaza
But to the masses, I'm the rookie star
TheMichael Jordan of this class
And I could get a stack for the rookie cards
I take 12-gauges and pin
Heads like Hellraiser you been fan
I still eat off whip like tailgaters
You in trouble, clown
My advice is "Keep a gun around"
I mean, it's nothin' now
But it could turn into somethin'
Like a funnel cloud i don't fuck around
When I step on this stage
I'm fuckin' shinin'
Play mine, it's Dateline - I'mma
Catch you wit' this 9, and
Shoot you wit' my homie gun
Either way, you fuckin' dyin'
Danny told y'all I had a Black son
Well, won't be the first time I
Raise somethin' that wasn't mine!
Watch ya mouth! I heard your shit - bitch
It's Oscar the Grouch
A 30-clip like a fertile bitch:
I keep poppin' 'em out
Lemme catch Chess in traffic
I'm boxin' him out
I start bustin' out the window
Like I got locked out the house
How they sayin' you one of
The best in these streets? We got a talker
Bitch, you Sesame Street
We die for ours like Paul Walker
Tell yo' bitch I'm a arsonist
She trip? I gotta spark her
She get hit wit' the 80
Followed by somethin' crazy: she
Got a stalker! You not at all-

"Followed by somethin' crazy"

Yeah

Y'all gotta give it up for that one
Y'all niggas is playin'

She get hit wit' the 80
Followed by somethin' crazy: she
Got a stalker! You not at all tough
Front like you Deebo, Tyson
I'll uppercut you to 'A Whole New World'
Bitch, you Peabo Bryson!
Why they tryna gas him up?
So I can blast him up i'm strapped up
Masked up for the bands like Daft Punk!
This a Cake walk, and takin' me ain't smart
I'm startin' to think Smack want Chess to
(Chester) kill himself like Linkin Park!
Bitch, my heaters spark
I get to dumpin' wit' the Smith n'
And make the Cakes fall like
I'm jumpin' in the kitchen
But see, he gon' say he murderous
But every word of it's fake
I pull up wit' a stick by
The seat like an emergency brake
I'm head honcho
P said he wanted you dead pronto
But after you get cut here
(hair) , you'll play better just ask Lonzo
Yeah, stronghold wit' the long
Nose: I tote Gonzo
Bongo! White gorilla, I'm from the Congo!
And you gon' choke
That's why they think you a disgrace
And you won't ever let a white
Boy scream in your face carolina, man

-to SCREAM IN- nah, man

Let me make this message clear
I'm a real rider (Ryda) , is Prez aware?
I jack boy, mayne
(Jakkboy Maine) , a Wesson air
Or this Snake get a MAC
(Mack) , my whole Franchise Prep-ped in here
Wait, wait, wait, wait
These'll (Diesel) be shootin' out if Jade told me she tried to flex in here
No, no, no, no, no
Try to son me and get sent to the Moon
The ex is here no, no, no, no, no
Wavy still in Zombie Mode
One dome shot'll make his death appear
What else, what else, what else, what else
Oh, and Twork'll die behind bars
He's Strapped Into an electric chair
He's a reflection of me and I'll
Break him if we get compared
If that's a mirror match
I just got bad luck for seven years
This gon' be the reason he lost
He can't channel me when I black
Like the TV is off
If I hear Steams in a war, the heaters go off
And it kick back like he leavin'
The store without the sneakers
It cost more than he can afford
Y'all get it?
Wait, why you join Ryda team and he soft?
Oh, you one of them pussy niggas
That join pussier niggas
Just to think you a boss
He ain't no monster, he just look like one
The Goonies only put him down
Cause they needed a Sloth
See, you guys is actors, you ain't no OG
This "Goon" got it backwards fake nigga
Matter-of-fact, fake wigger
I'll get rid of Glue' easy
(Glueazy) paint thinner
I spray niggas but I'm not afraid to punch

Stumbles

I spray niggas but I'm not
Afraid to punch neither
We can stick to the hands or
Glue'll get peeled off one finger
I catch you on any strip here i'll wax Glue
Don't let me get near i'll wax Glue
Don't let me get Nair
Don't let me get near cause I'ma step on you

Stumbles

Cause, I'ma step on you and
He might just get shot
It ain't an icy watch when I put TECs
(texts) on you put texts on you
Punch you in ya face muhfucka
I'll knock ya teeth out
Then release the mil'
(Mill) , I'm lettin' Meek out
Ain't nothin' to speak 'bout
Cause everybody knows what's up like"somebody
Just pull some weed out?"

Smack calls time

Cake Lyfe

Look I told JayBlac I was battlin'
Chess so he started a GoFundMe
Ya mama had way too many kids
That's the reason y'all so hungry
I bunch of lil' broke bummy bitches
See to me it's so funny
Cause every dollar I made off
SMACK been dope money
You were the best Chess
Like we really thought you was next Chess
I will press Chess (chest)
If he's around I'll squeeze a
Round like a stress test
I ain't impressed yet
But cross the god I bless Chess
9's spark, he'll find it in his heart
I left Chess (chest)
True story at BL3 I said "You killed Saga"
I came up to you myself, like
"You a real problem" well bitch I lied
The whole time you rhymed I was outside
I ain't find out 'til later you cut
A bottle and made meals out 'em
What you got the nerve to say?
I ain't earned this battle? Suck a dick
I was rappin' before you was
Born you stupid bitch
From street corners to ciphers
'Fore we knew you existed
I put two in a biscuit
And make you a statistic blaow
Headshot, lay down when I'm
Shootin' the big shit this here
Go into gear like I'm usin' a stick shift
This shit trips me out
How could you hate on a fellow black man?
Bitch I'll hit yo' face with
A backhand and you'll
Really be the face of the SMACK brand
Yeah, I'm a street cracker
Well crackin' the street a heat packer
MAC in the seat I'm back
On SMACK like I'm relapsing
Yeah, we clappin'
And this is what I'm 'pose to do
Since you've been chokin' in
This whole battle fuck it I'm a choke too
I'm out!

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