URLtv, Big T, Hitman Holla - Hitman Holla vs Big T lyrics

No more freebies, my name hot, I cost now
You just a worker
A phone call will bring his boss down
One false sound, I switch games
Put on a helmet, long ass ratchet
It's like lacrosse now
You look nervous, you don't wanna floss now
Check his heart, check his pulse now
You gettin' soft now cause you a target
Ridin' 'round with bulls eyes on ya
Cheeks like the Saw clown
I hear the bloggers
I don't listen I tune 'em out
Cause, I got a chance to show
Niggas what I'm truly 'bout
I'm a cool dude he get
Rude then the toolie out
Went from arguin' to callin'
The boat unit's out
It's a bunch of 'em, it's cool
The scope will choose 'em out
Actin' all rough I bet them
Hollows will smooth him out
Snatch his chain, jewel him out
Backyard pool him out
Squeezin' metal firin' back T? I truly doubt
St louis niggas Spielberg can
Write a movie 'bout never put the movie out
I'm the man, I'm on a level beyond
You been in third all ya life
I don't settle for bronze
It's like the I want
You better settle and run
I'm shootin' some shit that look
Like a metal baton
So them basic ass raps won't work
When I'm in beast mode
You ain't got a chance
Unless he got a cheat code i ain't ya pops
I don't give a fuck ya freak hoes
Standard clips
Bitch nigga you can greet those
Yeah he got a couple niggas wit' him
But they weak though
They just gon' stand and stare when
I shoot like a free throw
You and whatever Chicago repper gon'
Help you overcome this lecture
Cause in order for you to
Win you need Dwayne Wade
Derrick Rose and Devin Hester
Brian Urlacher, Twista and R kells
Barack Obama and the first lady Michelle
Hollow Da Don, he need the jail
Country Grammar sales, Rambo shells
Sonic tails

Shells heaven hell sharks
Whales and that's just for a nigga to say
"Big T! You did well"

Hitman Holla, what a
Well it's Hitman turn to get hit man
No casket i give him and his man's urns
College didn't give you street knowledge
I'm 'bout to make him and his man you learn
You 'bout to see Hitman holler once
He run into Hitman Hearns
Boy you done ran into that bad apple
Period blood, I Tampax you
Found on the beach by a sand castle
Freestyle? I Saran Wrap you
Dress you up in a rabbit suit
And let Yosemite Sam have you
I got money to send ya fam' at you
Have everyone from Nelly to Murphy
Lee backhand smack you
Tell you to football post
With your hands shackled
And have Superbowl Ram tackles
Come ramshack you
Now I got you, everybody is hearin' it
He represent the Lou', right?
Everybody, it's history
Not just because I'm 'bout to beat
The shit outta him lyrically
Y'all 'bout to see a nigga put
St louis out of misery (Missouri)
Y'all don't want him for
Fightin' and beef squabbling
Him? Standin' in the trap with
Packs to bring dollars in?
That nigga a snitch never carry those around
You'll think we roll with librarians
We'll never allow Holla in (hollerin')
Boy this ain't what you want right now
You'll get jumped right now
Get up and get snubbed right down
You don't believe me?! Chump lie down
Silencer on son like blaow
Make it sound more like
Put one foot up on his butt right now
I grab his hands and feet
Pull him up right now
Tryin' to make 'em touch right now
I get him go
His spine will be shaped like the
Arch if it was upside down
I hate everything about you
When you was born, I hate the fuckin' day
Nigga I hate ya mom for havin' you
I wrote her hate mail on Mother's Day
I go back in time and tell ya pops
To get head instead of gettin' fuckin laid
Trick is, you knew that shit couldn't get
Pregnant the other way
Boy, I hate the air you breathe
Every fuckin' day
I hate the house you live in
The pillow where you fuckin' lay
You was a baby
I hate the playpen you and your brother play
Bottle, bib
I even hate the crib like a runaway
You lucky we at this battle if you
Wasn't I'd call the tribe on him
You know, find the crib at, where he live at
Get a line on him mother, brother, son
Fuck 'em all we ridin' on 'em
You know I gotta be discrete you know
Holla be havin' wires on him
His grab the heater, put the drier on him
But his brother had heart
Now you can open it up and find it on him
I ain't gonna tell you how
His little boy dyin'
But the way we took the son
(sun) out you would've thought
We put blinders on
You thought you was gonna win this
Battle huh chica? Not today
We Terror Squad, 'Lean Back'
Give the rock away
Where you hustle, we'll call shots today
Boy you'll have thought we
Was playin' Jenga the
Way we pull this nigga's block away

(Smack calls time)

Chicago rappers known for the gang bangin'
Snatchin' charms if the chain hangin'
And y'all quick to bust TEC's but lately
Yung Berg got St louis thinkin'
All that shit's suspect
You don't got coke to blow
You aren't what you seem to be
Nigga you soft ass teddy bear
You wouldn't swing on a Wii
Aye, I run up on you with a knife
Clean through his knees
After I chop him up, St louis
Buffalo wings on me i turn his bitch into a
I wish you me, but you
The type that wanna wrestle, bear hug me
Fuck contact I just need
To skin his shoulders
Where my polar bears? I got some
Shit to knock grizzlies over
Big T, I don't know what you heard
But, I ain't none of what you heard
My GD niggas in the Chi' told
Me you was a fuckin' nerd
In high school all you did
Was beg for nigga's lunches
Didn't even smoke, always had the munchies
Junkies
The same you takin' here is equivalent to a
House with a joystick cord tryin' to bungie
You think it's a game until they find
You in the dirt like Jumanji
Top prospect of the country
You? Just lunch meat
Ya bitch called me for sex
I make her take me to the mall first
Come back, deep throat me 'til her jaws hurt
He can't even show up at her house
She make him call first he hard headed
Pops upsee me therenow we all here
Now I want to fight him
I slam his face into the wall first
Drag him outside, mouth open
Make him claw dirt
Put him in the street, I had fun
Let him crawl first stand him up
Then hit him with the truck like Stallworth
Ya clique a bunch of lame niggas, all jerks
A whole buck combined is what y'all all worth
Aye, he came 50 deep
Good, cause I'ma let the 40 shake
And turn SMACK DVD to channel A&E
Cause, I'ma shoot the First 48
He don't wanna fight, I'll steel mill box him
What's Ali to a female Hopkins?
Bring my last gat from that one shootout
You know why? I'ma re-shell 'em
Sell his body parts on the computer
Watch how I e mail 'em
Put his insides on layaway
Watch how I retail him
You forgot? Aw, a nigga got to re-tell him
That there's a big difference
Between bein' big and
Shy and bein' big in the Chi' ball game!

Yo, I knew you was gonna come
With all that rah rah shit haha quit
Fore you hear that vrr-atata spit
Grandma, nana, papa hit
Lil' sis' outlined in the same
Chalk she play hopscotch wit'
I should've never took this battle
In the first place
Pistols? I had two in front of him like
I had him up in third place
Flowers be where ya dirt placed
Cause, I'm blastin' the weapon to
Have him pass in a second like a force out
Comin' from first base
Say you see my bitch and you wanna smash that
Aight don't be surprised if she askin'
"Where the cash at?"
You step to a you get laughed at
You be at a House Party but you wouldn't
Give this Kid Play in Class Act that's that
I got heat seekers to follow you remember
Rain, sleet, snow
It'll follow through the winter
Brick, snow, concrete
It'll follow through and hit ya
Eat through you and seek through you
And follow you to dinner
He alive? Roload and follow through to injure
Only way you'll be saved if
You was followin' the scriptures
Shoot you in January watch it
Follow you to December
Aim at his computer screen
Now they can follow him on Twitter
That's how I send 'em at Holla
That's why we call him "That
Holla" cause you sort loud ya flow? Meow
Me? I'm a lion when he on the prowl
You lack success cause you not accepted well
Nigga we know ya style
You September 12th when the tower's fell
Everything's watered down
So don't be goin' how you let lead spark
Go 'head talk but ya man's bark?
Man that nigga gonna be a landmark
I'm leavin' you stinkin' and ya man talk
I put ya grandma back 'til her
Spine shaped like a damn arch
Put ya granddad in the hospital
He got a bad heart
Next to someone they pullin' the plug
On and switch the damn chart
I don't care if you rock a damn vest
These bullets go through ya flesh part
It'll be in his chest like Brett
Bullets be next to Hitman heart (Hart)
I bet you thought you had the win
Like it was a damn shoo-in
You went 12 rounds wit' me?
Thought you had the win
Congratulations though (pulls his hand back)
Thought you had a friend
You ain't a baller, you in that class you in
Oh you think you stuntin'
Right cause let you have the Benz
C-Class to G-Class
Look at the whips they have you in
But, I got the mind to see
Whatever Benz they have you in
And do like Columbine
Hit up every Class you in
They wanted to style on him you see
T you see the hoes wit' me
You know, sippin' Mo', Remy, Remy
Mo' 'til the show empty
Unload, reload, unload
Reload until the fo' empty
Boy these real clips I'm bringin' to the
Movies will leave the show empty
Sayin' "finish him" now I can
Take his soul wit' me
You couldn't be sick like I be sick
If you caught a cold wit' me
Condo then I'm John Doe in
The bell go "Hello" listen nigga
You not in my weight class we can't clash-

(Smack calls time)

Round here, watch how you talk T
Peep the word "softy"
Cause you'll get more than your ball
Took tryin' to cross me
Overweight rapper, the hoes be like
"The hell wit' him" you can't pack a show
You play in Boston you wouldn't sell tix
(Celtics) you a frail bitch that ain't
Never shot a shell clip
It won't be a pretty sight but
I'll make this male strip
Put the Eagle on him, clips
(Clipse) good like Pharrell's shit
Leave him on a trail ditched
Or next to a shellfish
When the cops find him they mistake
Him for a whale fish
Condo then I'm John Doe in
The bell go "Hello" i been progressin'
You still waitin' to excel shit
Name your mixtape "garage" you
Still wouldn't sell shit
Talkin' 'bout you never lost
Tonight we shall see
You leavin' here a runnin' back cause
You gon' take an L, t
Hitman is in now, fuck could you tell me?
Chicago think you the shit? Then
Wait 'til they smell me
His girlfriend tried to warn him
He mad cause his whore know he couldn't
Beat me on my worst day
With a sore throat he couldn't see me
On his best day with a horoscope
He still tryin' to make a name
I'm a for sure vote this water too shallow
For you to try to dive in
You don't wanna die? Better
Watch your eyes then
I go to his granny house like, "Knock knock"
"Who is it?" "Tramp let my guys in!"
She screamin' "Don't shoot me!"
"Ain't nobody gonna shoot you bitch
We brought them knives in
Where's newborn?" I listen for the cries when
I spot her, I pick her up by her thighs then
Put her across my chin, cut
Her across the chest
It look like I'm playin' a violin
He lyin', I win
I'ma fuck yo' ass up for the time bein'
I knew I said I wouldn't do it, but fuck it
I'm stressin' i gotta address it
Like I could've been ignorant but
The shit is depressin'
For example I could've said
Your body too wide
To fit in a wide body Lexus
Or you smell like breakfast
Or, "Bitch! Get yo' fat black
Ass over here and
Make some macaroni and cheese in my "

This ain't verbal abuse
This violence domestic
I know a fiend that if I
Give 50 cent, he'll rape
Burn and kill ya mama
As y'all can see, this nigga done
For all you other battle rappers
There's only so much longer
You niggas can run ball game!

Boy you look at me like you
Got a point to prove
But swing on me I'ma get my joints confused
Or I'ma hit you with all sorts of moves
These are scopes all on the tools
So takin' ya life
Seem real easy from my point of view
And I ain't goin' to the joint for you
So that mean anybody that roll with you
Can end up on the news
Ya bitch said somethin' she goin' too
I shot at Whoopi Goldberg just for
The bitch bein' on The View
In my city we wouldn't honor
You in the honor roll
If you took Barack Obama role
And Jeffrey Dahmer mode
We'll be where you spot at vamanos
Everyone on the block flat dominoes
Adios, I'm the manager of the chaos
Of it's your job to live
Right? Well I'm 'bout to get him laid off
Boy advances better pay off
If not then it's bye bye like
Two free advances in the playoffs
Adolf on the shit I'm on if the crew wit' me
You know why he don't want
Nothin' to do with me
There's too many Jews wit' me
I got the money to make a
Bitch settle that was too picky
I'm what she don't wanna see in
Yo' bitch like a new hickey damn boy
You couldn't be a Bad Boy if you knew Diddy
Now he want somethin' to do wit' me
Cause he see his boo wit' me
He threw two, missed me, boy I was too swifty
But, if you ain't Mayweather well these
Haymakers gon' be a doohicky
He's trainin' like a girl, I let two hit me
Then another two hit me
Then a falafaboo hit me i think
"The fuck am I fightin' for? I
Got that chalaka boo wit' me!"
Boo Boo wit' me boo Boo Boo wit' me
Who is he? Nigga I roll
With mad clips two 50's russell mentality
I ain't tryin' to make no new 50's
Franklin's and new Benji's, pop him
This dude stick me
That nigga couldn't get a president face
If he was Monica Lewinsky
Usually I'll spread the 4 but
I forgot it today
What that machete for? Edge or sword
Chopped in the face
Him and his man neck exposed
To the neck and bones
They shouldn't have got in the way
Now they head'll roll so much
I damn near forgot they was gay
I'm where your spot is today
Set up shop see if you home there
Get a block, set up shop, make it home there
He said go on player
Or you bae be found like the letter "H"
It be in the middle of "nowhere"
You see me and T we get it gone there
Set up shop, make it home there
But, if any nigga look at me wrong there
I get a list of your Facebook friends
And wipe out every motherfucker on there!
Listen, Holla, you don't wanna step in my
Weight class young guy tough guy
I'll knock you out 'til you only got one eye
I eat nigga up like you baby
C'mon lunch time
Nigga this ain't even dinner for a
Nigga like you it's brunch time
I come around Nestle, you ain't involved
Crunch time you get in my face nigga
You ain't a full course, it's munch time

(Smack calls time)