URLtv, Rum Nitty, DNA - DNA vs. Rum Nitty lyrics

Summer Madness 6, shit I was rooting for you
Til my man said, "I'ma have you lookin' dumb"
I said, "How? Nigga JC be break dancin'
And by the looks ofthat nigga Rum Nitty
Know what to do wit' a gun"
I seen that nigga JC first round
I switch my whole shit up
Like I'm rootin' for son
Fuck Captain Morgan, give me Henny privilege
Now I know that might be confusin' to some
Until y'all realize the 'gnac
('Yak) was smoother than Rum i spot him
Grab the Louisville then I start to follow
Use the bat and it circle red: Bacardi bottle
You that nasty type of Rum
I gotta chase wit' juice
I'm still on Bacardi when I aim and shoot
Oh you don't think I'm superior? The 80 proof
He almost had a fight wit' Tay Tay
I told you not to fuck wit' them Dots
It almost got your shit iced
That's what happens when you put
Rum on the Rocs
Should I give him the rocket launcher pose?
Nah I got a basic gun
I don't care about life when I'm takin' one
I bring it to the crib he in
(Caribbean) and take what ya
Makin' (Jamaican) Rum
Y'all just seen me snap wit' Kannon, Kodak
And you gon' get the end
Of these Hollow rounds, you sno' dat
Dome wrap, I show up to every event
That's a known fact
So after that first card he (Cardi) hit Bodak
Ya bitch jump in, cool, I tell her
"Hold that" or I'ma put the four in her
(foreigner) like Borat ya soul snatched
Hold it sideways with both straps
So I peel wit' this order
(disorder) like Prozac
Stoppin' those rounds
Then I'm knockin' off pounds Joe Crack
Or you can get the old
Pick every Thursday Throwback kG jump in
They'll be fixin' the screen
Like the phone cracked
They both clap, I'm from Queens
The AZ nigga get the Firm
Grip if the Phone Tap
What y'all thought? I was gon' come out here
And load the sporter or clap a machete?
That's when I was freestylin', but I
See y'all made side bets, cool
Well, I'm on ESPN: the machete helped get
The deal like Spy Kids 2
What you a Crip wit' ya fakin' ass?
If you don't wanna die just (digest) move
This an imitation crab, baow
Now try to process food i'm smooth
Every time we hear you talk about
Ya hammers, I be thinkin'
"This nigga's rhymes dangerous"
But then when I see
His hand gestureslook like
The nigga be speakin' in sign language
I don't know if you tryin' to say "Hi"
"Bye" or the Desi is cock
Well it's Nintendo 64 if ya
Bitch ready to plot
I don't care what Rum'ble pack
Once I spin around I bring
An end to the block
Now if y'all got a Nintendo 64 controller
You should understand I should
Be schemin' a little
Ayy (A) , ya boys in blue butt in (blue button) , I hope they keepin' it simple
Cause once this goes up who's ever left put
Right down if it's C's in the middle
Now anybody who had a Nintendo
Controller knew that A
Button was blue and the up, right, left
Down had a C in the middle
But they ask how he don't choke when
He spit frees in the game
Well that's cause I'm heartless to the block
So if I have to reset, I'ma blow
And leave a cartridge in his top
Now do y'all all remember why we
Used to get that Nintendo system?
Well if y'all don't y'all gon' know it later
He gon' be the first plug wit'
Four sticks in his front
We goin' multiplayer
Nigga told me Rum Nitty shot dude
I said, "How? He 5'2""
But niggas said that his 40 spittin'
And y'all all would listen
It's Eddie Murphy in Life: you got
Bars wit' the wrong conviction
You just can't get right, you in a tough bind
Unless you talk about how you dump
Nines or the pump rise
But what good is havin' ya biscuit if
You still bodied over the gun line?
Now when y'all think about that
Y'all should know that I got respect
I'm on him and I got a TEC
Look at his shirt I'm on it
He'll have matchin' kicks that's
Word to Bobby Fresh i'm the best
Niggas just say look what I
Did to Kannon last week
And now this nigga wanna test this
He got smoked for loungin' around
Now y'all can guess who the next is (Nexus)
I'm wildin', but what's your slogan?
You can't keep it real yourself
Well first off
You gotta have Jordans that's real themselves
Nigga walked into the venue
Wit' them fake kicks
Brushin' his shoulder and started
To feel himself
But the way that Jordan sign was hangin'
He looked like he wanted to kill himself

We got Rum Nitty versus 50 Tyson A Town
AKA DNA, lil' Eric St john, I know
Your type wellNever dumped a nine shell
Put drugs on no type scaleYou never sold
Dope a day in ya life
HellHow you DNA and know
Nothin' 'bout white sales
(cells)?If you was trappin', niggas
Would've hemmed you upLike
"Give it up!"Took
Ya pills, coke, weed and plugged
You for your H
D am I (HDMI) bein' clear enough? You scary
But be the main one talkin' 'bout
You'll pull somethin' out and
Air itYou just run ya mouth EricDome
Shot, caught DNA in the wig
Like Something About Mary
This won't be enough, he needs more
We bring war
Marksman, I hold one eye closed on the
Mil' and let D see four (DC4)
Bitch, this 39 will spit
Shit flyin' out to St john
Like a Virgin Island's trip
First round I stretch thangs
Second and third lead spray
Patience, I'm just workin' upper
(up a) body like I skipped a leg day
You caught the scheme? Every bars mean
You don't want smoke cause if D talks
(detox) shit, he'll get bodied clean
You hit LA, it's Venice Beach
Good trees all kinda thangs
Today was a good day
And it ends wit' a chopper scene
Mean, y'all the reason why
Niggas sayin' battling's lame
Cause we got 100 Wack niggas
Tryin' to manage The Game
I can't lie, you a legend
But, I'm the one with the nose
Runnin' like a sinus infection
You can't bar wit' me
If he try I'ma stretch him
You walkin' a thin line tryin' to
Follow the pen like sobriety testin'
I'm nice wit' it, get ya life ended by a
Nigga that like grippin'
Ridin' around wit' it on me tryin'
To see you die quicker
So if Rum in the whip wit'
The 40 then DUI nigga
You never empty clips have you?
Soon as you go to spray yo'
Machete I'ma bitch slap you
I brung out a pair, these guns I'ma air
I grab the mop stick, spray 'em on ya
I'm tryin' to get DNA the fuck outta here
You know mop stick, spray ammonia, he a die
I aim at his melanin
(melon and) light it up
Then sent him to see the God
Ya homie dumped the heat this time
Cause you'se a hatin' ass nigga
You don't wanna see me Shine
Point blank the lead will stretch him
Shit be two feet from his
Face like the head detective
Baow! Long 9 I squeeze cause the
Fans came to see D
(two CD) get droppedSo, it's All Eyez On Me
It won't
Be a Life After DeathI get all y'all hit
Cause you fake, fraudulent
Not the real thangY'all caught my drift like
He's an off brand, not legitSo I get twisted
Drunk off the gin Eric
(generic) and knock off shit
You can't keep it real yaself, nigga
Suicide, I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yaself

You said give 'em two of them thangs?
Well I ain't Chef Trez but get the shovel out
Cause this is the round where I dig ditches
Wack 100, everybody wanna manage The Game
Until they get Stitches
Now, Rum Nitty, a Crip from Arizona
Whoo! That just sound like
He lettin' 'off shells
Then I found out ya real name, and
I can fuck with the Powell
I just can't get with the Cornell
Cornell? That shit just sound like he stupid
If I tell y'all Cornell and Damien are
Fightin' it just sounds like you losin'
Cornell University
Nigga you sound like a student
It just sound like you'd do it
I catch him at his job, stomach shot
Nigga gotta hold his bowels
Secretary Of State is you lost a colon
(Colin) , Powell
But every time we see you, it's gun line
Gun line
Lighten up a bit, tell a jock sometimes
Gun line, gun line
I need y'all to picture Nitty
On the lunch line soon as he saw the meal
(mil') wit' the tray (tre) he got a punchline
Gun line, gun line
Nigga only met 50 one time
But once he realize he pose
With thethat's another punchline
Gun line, gun line
The nigga had a shawty one time
Ass fat, dumb fine
And the whole mood got ruined soon
As she put on Drumline
Gun line, gun line, nah switch that
His shit crack the nine by his lung
Big strap the kickback, I rely on a pump
Aye Shine it's Double Impact
Clyde I Glide when he jump sig' clap
Since you live by it you gon' die by the gun
HK, SK, TEC came wit' the mean laser
40 we keep blazin' y'all lost to NYB
Let's just say that that team's greater
Do the Math, you'll be facin' 2 to 4
Oh y'all get that scheme later
Since you violated Cort'
(court) you'll see the mil' (Mill)
In the can' Dreamchasers
But y'all front on DNA why? Cause
I'm 26 and accomplished more a
Lot of other niggas?
I guess the hate they can't wait to bring
I'm on ESPN like Melo
And Westbrook chasin' rings
I'm still a monster in this world
I should be named the king
They say the king makin' moves outta his mind
And my reply is I've seen Stranger Things
I'm on a big screen
Cause, I spit mean and I showed
'em I'm dope out the ring mitch Green
If I don't get him on the
First take with the inf' beam
Pardon the interruption
Debate over the split screen
2K menus, we pick teams
Ya lines couldn't measure up if you sip lean
They say "battle rap is a hustle" you know
How much I made off this big scheme?
He'll be facin' a Shotgun
You'll get the rip quicker than Flip jeans
But, if you get knocked? As far
As KG and ya manager?
Well all those immune Nitty
But, you ain't safe cause you back in jails
I'm too sick think Lupus, I attack yo' cells
This Phoenix son (Son) a PG?
They say, "Be cautious when he aimin' a pump"
Well if Eric bled so (Bledsoe) be it
I'm goin' straight to the Bucks
I'm in the van Nitty
All this shit this bitch make up (makeup)
You need a van Nitty
(vanity) your run with the Knicks
Was shorter than Linsanity
Ya men too get fucked up, that's insanity
Then I wrap the
(Raptor) arm when jam like Vince sanity
I'll catch him in the Infinity
How many shots? Infinity
This gon' be an end for Nitty, I
Serve all my problems wit' a beam
I got an end for Nitty I don't dig Nitty
Whoever dig Nitty gon' have to dig Nitty
Losin' they pride and they dignity
Now you see what I just did Nitty?
I showed 'em how to come across
Three ways like the Trinity
But, I don't follow trends Nitty
I send the trend Nitty
Everybody else fooled in The Matrix
But, I ain't Trinity
And as far as your slogan
You can't keep it real yourself
Well in 2017 if you still wear big snap
Back and baggy jeans you should kill yaself

This won't be a classic, I'ma bag you
Cause, I don't take you serious and you
Ain't 'bout action you just rappin'
Niggas ain't fly in cause we drove
With ratchets to the battle
I packed my pistol, and 1 dribble
I like to travel wit' the handle
But ya man will get the weapon
I'll skip to the Escalade
And get somethin' to handle the Professor
But, I hate you bitches
If I catch a player slippin'
100 in the clip, you gettin' 80 D
(ADD) pay attention!
Listen, I'll leave you leakin' wit' the 50
You don't believe it? Nigga tempt me
And have another thing coming to him, Eric'll
(Coming to America) see a nigga
Reachin' for the semi
That's how the fo' rockin', cold patna
Soon as you get to thinkin' of
Rebuttals I dome shot him
Don't start him, that's how we flex g check
Soon as the kid came out got D pressed
(depressed) post partum
I'll get you and ya nigga hit
Grab the pump and gauge
(engage) both you bitches
You think somethin' this big'll miss
(bigamist)?
If this nigga trip, then off top I address
(a dress) DNA on the
Spot Monica Lewinsky shit
My shooters will leave you dead for cheap
So for the record, there's a bag on ya head
Like a Death Row piece
Peep, we bring burners through 100 shots
Get the whole scene served in groups
You should me versus Mook
Cause if you can get rid of DNA
You could probably beat Murda too
I'll spray rounds at you, from a big gun
This a carbine M1
(car by Em' one) like an 8 Mile battle
Somethin' chunky off the waist, then
I asked this bitch
"What's the procedure when a gun
Is in ya face?"
I give a fuck if niggas brave
I'll put a beam on the chop
This K dot will humble DNA
I'll pull up where this bitch live
Whole clique's live
Since this is east vs west, the gun
I use to hit 'em up, this big
You let Magic end ya life
Gave you a Spirit flight
You lost to Jerry hella
(Heller) bad, that nigga killed Eric
Right (Wright)?
Between ya eyes I put the pistol, let it blow
It look like AC
DC it look like lightening in the middle
And y'all niggas be writin' together
I see the team effort
But just me, by myself? I
Can easily stretch him
Don't matter who wrote it
I'm punchin' in every line like
An Eazy E session wess' him
I done hit yo' neighborhood up like that
But, you pussy
You wouldn't come out through the C
Section you ain't cut like that
You ain't Nina squeezin'
I can't even see you swingin'
You got no nuts, cause when Chess rolled up
This bitch froze up like Kenneka Jenkins
You a ho just admit it
I can handle lil' homie the pistol
And on the double he licks
(helix) shots, DNA don't get it twisted
Bitch you can't keep it real yaself
Bitch suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yourself)

Now the whole thing I was confused about
In that last round in the meanwhile
Is how the fuck can you say we writin'
Together when I'm a nigga that freestyles?
I'm lost about everything you just said
So me not writin' wit' niggas, you right dude
You right Jerry killed Heller and Eric Wright
But, you gon' need to see a
Dr after these Ice Cubes
What you think he talkin' 'bout?
How he think he ill like
This dummy wanna rap?
And it is Coming To America
That last line was me gettin'
That monkey off my back i'm ready for war
So all the bullshit he talkin'
'bout he should knock off
You should stop boss
You right about Professor
But he wrong cause I carry all the time
I'm hot sauce what we doin'?
Now, y'all remember when I battled
KG and I said
"if I ever see Nitty in my city
I'ma have the whole club shootin'"
And, "I can't wait for Smack to give D Rum
So I can put the drum to him"?
Well he just ain't know it's gonna be today
Cause now it's a rap for Rum (forum) OBGVA
You was first in the 4th Quarter
Then you was Writer's Bloque
Then you joined Team Homi
And Smack got the nerve to say
"You can't trust these vets"
That's like a nigga bein' Crip
Then Blood then Latin King
It's no way you jump three sets
But what you do for the 4th Quarter?
Give him $200 and a feelin'
He might dub me next
I mean you only gave him crumbs but y'all
All act like y'all don't see Rum BS
I can tell he a snake, just off aura
Just in and get the mil'
(meal) by mistake wrong order
Last year's finals, Lebron
Equal dollar it's all awkward
Cause you gon' be tied up when I
Get block shot in the 4th Quarter
I'm snappin' from the jump
Nigga I'll Paul George ya
Even got me gunnin' 'em all
(mall) , I'll Paul Blart ya
Fast & Furious with the 357 Paul Walker
I see a clown and target the face
You ever Saw torture?
You new niggas just don't got
It? Y'all fall flat
Cause every time URL give me a battle
They never call back kenan and Kel
Pay attention to the spin off All That
Cause every time you train you
You get derailed but you can't fault Smack
Cause he tried to give this locomotive
(loco motive) to stay on track
But, you don't got it (Ave said that)
Oh Ave said that? Well that
Was a battle earlier, now I'ma freestyle
Check it, all the shit on the roads and
The shit I did I pave- (Don't boo
Cause you gon' go crazy when you hear this
So stop i promise you)
Now for the nigga that wanted to boo
I like that Ave just said this
But, I'm on ESPN
Look at all the roads I've paved
And y'all think I would steal from
A nigga in the Cave?
Damn, y'all disrespectin' bad
All the battles I saved
And I can't get a wave or a second laugh
I mean I showed that I'm brave
What else? I even showed y'all gave
And y'all still wanna check my past?
Wait, pave, Cave, wave, save
That fast I'll be endin' Ave
Now I'm back to the bars now niggas say
"DNA battles too much he needs more rest"
But, I tell 'em I want rep'
So on every card he get the
Ring and I off sets bET, ESPN, I'm on Flex
Wild N' Out, Hitman, Con', Clips
They all threats
How we all get our fit in the
Game while you stuck at the doorstep?
You've been battlin' for years
Had potential when they put you on Rex
And it went all left
I'm talkin' before Chess
Then they gave you Roc and
Clips to get more rep'
You still ain't endorsed yet?
We gave URL Summer Madness
With y'all they lost checks
Now I ain't come up here to preach like B dot
And talk about how gang
Violence can cause death
Cause if ya soldiers off TECs
Nitty's gettin' buried wit' his
Flag like war vets let me guess, before rap
You used to sell drugs then you
Went broke for a long stretch
That got me more vexed
You supposed to gain weight off the yay'
('Ye) baby, that's North West
This whole punchline back to back
Hit and miss flow, i can't fuckin' stand it
Why you think niggas like B Magic and
Ty Law just upped and vanished?
What do I gotta break it down like
Boxin' for y'all to understand it?
You don't get points off punches thrown
Only for the ones that landed
And countless amount of times
We see him tell us how the deuce
Deuce is tucked in the booth
Or how the gun'll just shoot
To the point we all punch drunk
And done with this goof
I don't know if you don't got no content
You watered down or son ain't the truth
But usually when you have too much Rum
You should suffer from substance abuse
But not in this case
You spit random lines and make
The crowd go major
While I set up so my whole punch will
(hole puncher) make the round on paper
Y'all ever seen that movie Live & Die In LA?
Well they couldn't have picked a better actor
I already gave William da fo'
(Dafoe) and now this is a card Eric Masters
It's round three it's gettin' hot in here
Traffic, what's my slogan?
(Get him the fuck outta here) hell no
Get everybody who thought he was
Hot the fuck outta here
Get all ya crews, Team Homi
4th Quarter and Writer's Bloque
The fuck outta here
Get this nigga that's in a
Coffin the fuck outta here
And I like that you stepped ya shit up but
Get them fake Jordans the fuck outta here

It's dirty how I'm finna do y'all cause
I can't cool off
I get to flippin' with bodies on the stick
Like fuseballI'll pull the slide back like
A moonwalk and shoot dawgAnd I put that
On my kids like blue cross
I got the iron, you think not than try me
Then I rush in and get
A mil' fast as Oxxxymiron
You better slang yours right hook
Get DZ's that's what they put me on stage for
You finna die, you be just talkin'
I be TEC poppin'
We not the same DNA, but this still
(steel) will raise you, I'm a step father
I don't play that shit one in ya forehead
Will give you a 2K face game glitch
You not wit' the shit's
So I won't even bang on him
Plus it's apparent
(a parent) that I'm Crippin' like DNA mama
You do a lot of playin', we not for gamin'
I tell my niggas, "If he got on gold, jack it
(jacket) "
Then get his head bust, he a Hall Of Famer
Get all y'all flamed up
Then I'm knockin' Top outSee the West nigga
Rockin' a bear like College Dropout
Then Terrance get this tool I grip
I pull out jeans, have T
Laid out by the kicks
This a first day of school outfit
I gives a fuck about yo' wordplay you trash
Don't nobody check for DNA but the sperm bank
Bitch, just let me know if you want smoke
You can't compare me to the kid
If you know I'm bein' close
Cause DNA's not a match
I'll have this bitch runnin' back
Like Maury Show results
Niggas know it's over though
Shit get real, my clique
(click) on ya heels like Dorothy goin' home
Let's scrap fam' i'll Drop The Bomb on a
Nigga from the Gap Band straps blam
The arms put you two feet in
The sky like a hand stand
This guy won't make it
I'ma Wildcat wit' a shotgun
I'll let it split backs or go through your I
(eye) formation crazy
You'll get the biggest weapon, 357
You want no smoke i'll let the nose smoke
Like it's French inhalin' burn the body
Make it hard for forensic testin'
If there's no DNA in DNA then
What they use? Dental records bitch!
You can't keep it re-
(Rum can't finish his slogan because
The crowd starts chanting "3-0")