URLtv, Conceited, Hitman Holla - Hitman Holla vs. Conceited lyrics

First off moment of silence
For Phara and Shooney let me guess Con'
If shit get out of hand you gon
Pull out that big machine like this shut up!
You look like the type of
Nigga that swing like this
Nigga I'm from St louis where all
Year round nigga it's chrome season
Chill Con'you know I'm known for
Making Worldstarfor the wrong reasons
You ain't heard? I'm a boss
I ain't gotta let that tooly go
I point and give my Wolves the assist
I'm like Rubio
Y'all put Jada' in his prime versus Coolio?
A 3rd street corner on an island with Julio
Con', rap about your wardrobe
Some shit that you really got
Don't rap about a war role
Shit that you ain't never shot
All you know is Polo, Fendi on the buckle
What you know about a solo 30 minute scuffle?
What you know about gang fights?
30 niggas rush you
And ya head on a swivel cause
A nigga might cut you
Nothing i done been involved with that
And still found time to make the playoffs
My stats in High School and college
I'm a boss with that
And I ain't never had a job
I got it all from rap
Matter fact, fuck a convo
I'm pretty sure Con know
I'm wild, Congo, he a Muppet, Gonzo
I send shots that you
Couldn't block with Alonzo
Boy stop we can box, I'll beat 'em blindfold
Yeah, you on Wild N Out, so?
What he signed for?
I hurt Con and take him out
Of that season like Rondo
Meet his ass in Brooklyn like
"Nigga what you lying for?"
Take his body with me drag
'em across the Verazzano
I give 'em 30 at the half
You better call a timeout before
Ya fans find out
You floating and they find you in
The water like Lebron house witnesses like
"We saw a man in front of Con house"
Ding ding ding
Yeah stupid I'm who they talkin bout
PS ya songs ass Con you
Ain't got no tracks buzzing
Delivery trash you act foul
But won't hack nothing
All you got is bars, nothing else
I don't lack nothing
I volunteered to coach this bitch nigga
I'm Pat Summitt
You 4'11" chill you wouldn't attack nothing
You shooting? A room full of
Balls you wouldn't clap
Nothing Pause, I get my hands on Con
I'll snap something
Punch him in his chest and fuck
Around break his back from it
You don't really want that action
You worried about matching
Con you's a bitch cause my
Bitch could fit ya jacket
New York I ain't bragging
But a nigga living good
And rich I'm not that, son, house, cars
Yeah I got that
Con 4 years older than me and
Still live with his mama
So bragging is what a Goofy do
If I live with my mama my
Closet would be Gucci too
Con' I was in Miami
You don't even have a car
But, you flossing like you ball
What's the point of red bottoms if
You walking to the mall? I ain't X
I ain't gon talk about priorities nigga
But transportation over shoes mean
More to me nigga
And your style is the next decline
Me? I'm electrifying this science class
I transform I'm dissecting con
"If that was me
I would've a fucked both y'all
Up I would've took 'em to the roof
Made both y'all jump"
Shotgun you a fraud, you wanna bully your way
So what you pushed on Bill
Why you ain't do that to Swave?
What we supposed to be spooked
Because you brung Watts?
Fuck Shotgun Suge, we'll have Suge gunshot
And all you niggas bringing props to win
I ain't with that
If Holla bring a prop that bitch
Gon come with a kickback
Soon as I lift that, watch a nigga load it up
That bitch go KABOOM!
Lil brother gon have to hold me up!
You niggas bringing props to win
I ain't with that
If Holla bring a prop that bitch
Gon come with a kickback
If Holla bring a prop that bitch
Gon come with a kickback
Soon as I lift that, watch a nigga load it
Soon as I lift that, watch a nigga load it
That bitch go KABOOM! That bitch go KABOOM!
That bitch go KABOOM!
Lil brother gon have to hold me up!
Ball game nigga!
What's big money to small change?
Two words after this bALL GAME!

I'ma quote John John word for word
Don't act like you ain't die
From a Hollow before now I said it verbatim
Slow it down! i just dissed you!
Don't act like you ain't die from a
Hollow before and I said it, verb ate 'em
Yo Smack I'm tired of this
You brought me another college kid trying
To spit like he fire clips
You go to school in St louis on a scholarship
So that means Arsonal drives the bus
And you ride the shit!
How the fuck are you a
Blood and a school boy?
But, you be gripping them treys
I don't know which C's you scared of
Seeing more The Crips or your grades
But, you steady keep talking how your guns go
But even if he had straight A's would
He let his 4 point? No (40)
Why would I believe that
You cock them toasters?
My shit'll start kicking like bad
Breath y'all all will notice
I knew I smelled something funny If somebody
Say they know where Holla toast is
(Halitosis) nigga this can is not for colas
Nigga this pop is not a soda
If you say ya chain got rocks and boulders
And them jewels make ya chest cold
I'll make you cough it up if
You got 'em on ya (pneumonia)
You said you got signed to play ball overseas
The lie detector said THAT was a lie
Nigga you lie about everything
That's why I have to get rid of you
I've never seen one jersey
Or even one highlight
And that's something that's minimal
Nigga you lie to everybody
About playing ball overseas
Something we never see now
That's just pitiful
That's why Hitman like that
Movie the Sixth Man
Cause all his ballin is invisible
But, if you are that nice
Why'd you use battle rap as ya claim to fame?
All that flavor you think you got
Is watered down like Gatorade
Nigga you're garbage and this is something
You gonna hate I say
If you were that nice you should've
Stuck with Hoopz like Flavor Flav
You said you got signed to Taylor Gang
The lie detector said THAT was a lie!
Nigga you lie about everything
Your dick riding ass hoped on Chevy's
Wood and did a song
And now you think you part
Of that fucking group?
Listen hater you wouldn't be tailored if
You were in a custom suit
Wiz wouldn't come near you if
You were a toilet bowl
And you thought they'll be the
Ones to sign them checks
To let your lame ass throw up them two
Fingers and be the ones they rep
Soon as he thought Chevy was gonna let 'em
Be a Taylor and be on they set
Wiz came out and cut off that Taylor
Swift like Kanye West
I palm them Tecs and I carry choppers
It'll sing like Mary Poppins
And pick 'em up with the
Sweepers like Harry Potter
Nigga you carry nada
You can catch me on the corner like Walgreens
Waving like some palm trees
You and the whole Yett Yett gang
Y'all all sweet
The stock will have him in-vest
For thinking you all
(Wall) Street Nigga that's on me you
Better have a next plan
That tool clap then move
Back like Lebron's headband ayo Verb
It's kinda like you getting
Ready for a wedding
You got the blazers, tuxedos, a ring boy
Get a couple, an alter, ya best man
I said I got the blazers tucked, see those
Will ring boy It'll get a couple
All to ya best man
If I see any types of whips and chains
I instantly become a slave
Say anything I don't feel nigga and
I'll start picking like a runaway
In other words everybody can get
Off like Columbus Day you can see me with a
Couple like a double date
To take y'all both out before you get home
That's a double play
And let me find out that one of
Y'all got a ton of cake
It's like the Kardashian house cause you can
Get Rob'bed with a bunch of K's
You said you was gonna beat Bill
Collector's ass when you seen him
The lie detector said THAT was a lie!
Nigga when that nigga approached you
Turned straight bitch on 'em
When the Bill Collector has your number
You're supposed to click on 'em
I'm talking 'bout empty that clip on 'em
Like you at a restaurant you supposed to get
The Bill and put tips on em
But instead you made ya
Baby brother fight him
Nobody could even find ya ass
When they was scrapping you ran out on
Bill like a dine and dash
What happened Hitman?
You thought he was gonna
Give you "the burna!"
Nigga all that shit you was talking
I thought you would murk 'em
Now I see he was just acting like
He would Kill Bill like Uma Thurman
Now lastly he supposed to be
Some big ass Blood
You should've got in straight
With Hanz swinging
Now he showed us 5 wouldn't face
Bill if he was Abraham Lincoln
Game over nigga! HAAANNNHH!

New York City
Looks like we got ourselves another
1, 2, 3, 4 punchline 1, 2, 3
4 punchline then he might "Slow It Down"
Look I understand he give y'all
Bar after bar after bar, y'all crave that
But, I'm so amazed that
How do y'all praise that
When he can't even tell his loyal
Fans where he was raised at
If that's the case I'm sicker than ya average
Holla twist carrots off instinct
Niggas don't think since thin pink gators
My Detroit players
Shouts to my hooligans in Brooklyn
Oh? I can't take a nigga rap?
What? That's some lame shit
Well Con rep a state where he not from
That's the same shit
See we had a friendship that
Ain't looked at as rap
St louis, you needed food I took you to that
St louis mall trips, I took you to that
MTV gave you the call, I send my congrats
But on the flip side he throw dirt on my back
He talked to DNA and tried to hate on my app
I'm like "Damn
You supposed to be down for me Reggie
Damn, you supposed to be
'round for me Reggie"
How you salty? You supposed to
Be proud of me heavy
I'm confused, how the fuck you gon be sour
Reggie? Fuck it, rock-a-bye baby
I'll roof 'ern and make his cradle rock
Hole in his head
That 40 giving out bagel shots
Flip his when I shoot
That's that waiter shot
Split his chicken nugget, I'm Russian
Give 'em a tater tot
Bring a beef right to his hood
Let his neighbor watch
Local cops don't mean nothing
You need the state or SWAT
Being dead? That ain't cool
It ain't okay to rot
Boy ya whole street will get served
I Al Quieda blocks
No, ya whole street will get served
I'll waiter blocks
No, ya whole street will get served
Serena play the block
When I spray the Glock
Turn a live hood to a vacant lot
If he run, shit'll get fun
I'll spray his socks
I'll give more cause what's in store
I don't save a lot
Give more, save a lot, the store, Save-A-Lot
That's a power line, put Con in a cable box
Who remember? He ain't real comp'
I just needed something to practice on
Weapon so big when I bought it
I had to drag it home
Well this new `matic ain't even fair
That bitch so big when I bought it
I had to leave it there
His bitch in the way when I shoot
I don't even care
They ricocheted and rip through her tracks
Look like I'm weaving hair
Con, it's a known fact if I'm mad
I don't never lose a problem if I get in
My zone I'm like Syracuse
Smack, you want me to kill
'em? Give me that revenue
And pick out a church cause he dead
Even the Reverend knew
This uppercut will put him to sleep
I'm so medical
The whole world knew I would kill 'em
Even Reginald knew
When you think of Hitman you
Think of gang fights, street shit
You think about Conceited it's Honey Buns
Sweet shit
Ya nuts on the back of a nigga neck
That's G shit?
Nah, that's some You Got Served raz B shit
I can get you kilt on command
Fuck a con-firmation
With that 9 I'll spy 'em
Call that con-centration
Then I switch to that
40 that's com-bination damn, that COM fuck
Enough with all that Con shit
Psyche, let's get back to that Con shit
You got all bars but ain't
Never been a con-vict
I'll have niggas rushing you out ya
Pocket I get Con Vicked
I'm pissed, you slick with ya lips
Get out of con-tent i shoot at his whip
I got night vision for Con' tints
His ol' girl play games but
Then again Con know pS, we
(WI I) connect (KINECT) in ya ex box
(XBOX) that hurt Con' soul (Console)
I know you know we friends but the back
Of his mind I know Con worried
Cause, I could get Con buried
On the con trary
You told Surf, "something, something
Make believe Something, something
But Math did it
And I would fuck Joe Budden girl
But Fab did it i mean I got a lil question
I mean I know it ain't my business
But ain't telling the world
Another nigga fucked another nigga girl
Dry snitching? That's how I know his clique
The "SONS" full of nerds and Conceited lame
Let me find out you snitching
Take me to trial
And the judge say Conceited name i brawl
Ball Now SONS suns all over the court it's
Like a Phoenix game
That "Murda Murda Kill Kill"
What I'm usually on and if you bout what you
Saying prove me wrong
It ain't a god damn game when I'm using arms
I'll let that whole thing go
Like I'm moving on ball game!

Reality check Holla, you are
Not a young star, dawg
You're 25 and last December you
Bought your first car, dawg
But what y'all don't know
He couldn't keep up with them payments
Now he on them St louis bus rides
So even at a charity event you
Still wouldn't see this Blood drive
Reality check Holla
You see I had to check that
You are not, I repeat
You are not from the west side
You are from Hazelwood so throw up
Yo H bitch and rep that
But, if you get too comfortable
Then we spraying our stock
And you can get bucks in return for
Throwing up that H in our (H&R) block
You see when Verb exposed your reality
That nigga slayed you
Word Wars never paid you, they played you
You battled for Verb for free
So those reality checks
Were the only checks he ever gave you
You ol' soft ass "Blood" acting like
You give the iron a dump
I could have it on my lap like Calicoe or
Like Rex got that 9 in the trunk
But, you know what's in the coat, Tecs
(Kotex) soon as he saw that max he
(maxi) got the red dot in the front
I'll show up to his pad Always
To put this blood in the box
Like that time of the month
You ol' fraudulent fuck
The closest you ever came to a
Biscuit was a dinner stove
You can get ya ass clapped when I throw
Tips at it like a stripper's pole
Man to man if we get in the
Zone I could take it out
And shots lick his top like an envelope
That's wack right? Now watch this If I see a
Face Booked then you getting poked
I could take out the knife, slit ya throat
Or I could still let 'em lift ya soul
Like stilettos, pumps, lift ya sole
I said it's like stilettos cause I
Still let it lift ya sole
We could get to the ice pick
Or go to the hammers now
Cause, I'm the type to still
Want it if it's war worn like a hand-me down
I'll blam the town and them cliques buckin'
Shots make him take that
Vest off like McLovin
Nigga ya whole clique's bluffin
Everybody in it including you gay
This nigga's tripping
If he said he's packing it's a suitcase
I'll let that tool spray
You can get kicked and pushed
And these Lasers will make everybody
From the Lou' pay
(Lupe) So one day I'm at my
Bitch crib watching a battle
Typed in Hitman Holla vs aye Berb
Like "Oh these niggas about to scrap"
She said, "Ohh, JJ from Good Times?!"
I said, "No no baby, that's Hitman Holla"
But besides that there, that nigga can rap
That's when I continued watching and
I finally seen some crap
The battle reached 7 minutes and 44 seconds
And you took off your hat
Soon as I saw it I started fucking laughing
Nigga that lines goes back
Further than Summer Madness
My nigga your forehead looks like four heads
And whoever cut you don't even
Make your shit straight i think he's hating
The only place we can see a line up
That crooked is in a police station
I cannot believe you came
Hurr with that hair, you a goner
Forget fucking ya rhymes up
The way he keep fucking your line up
I think Earl is ya barber
Nigga them burners will spark ya, AK's, AR's
Big Beretta's
You'll think I'm Prince Charming cause
I'll be looking for
Him everywhere with the pump
Like he Cinderella
Y'all already know how Hitman move
I can stand right
Here and do the shit that Hitman do
"No bars, no bars, aggression
No bars, no bars, aggression"
Then he might"remix"
Nigga it's a good thing you played ball
Cause that relates to your real life
You are just an online thug you bitch
That's why ya career is all net, swish
Nigga you are a ball player
Not a fucking gangsta, you don't grip at all
The only time you get the steal
Is if you strip the ball
Nigga you are a ball player
Not a fucking gangsta
A block shot the only time you seen a pack
You doing a full court press nigga
That's what you mean you trap?
Nigga you are a ball player
So if he said he tell easy breezy's
To get in that cover girl
That's something he makeup
It's ironic how you play ball but
Never had a bitch to layup
Ya wifey is just somebody that I face fuck
Treat her like Marge Simpson and
Get my top blew blue straight up
I keep that 8 tucked, pumps for ya pops
And anything he don't get then ya mommy can
Now it's ya brother's turn
It's Show's time to get aired On Demand
I'm coming for everybody in Holla
Fam' like that coach chilla
(Coachella) Coming for 2 packs
(2Pac) for Holla-grams hANHHH!
Game over nigga

I was the only nigga on
The campus repping the set
I led the league in techs cause
I was checking the refs
Let me guess Con, you messing wit Meth?
Both me and my brother known to
Shoot we like Stephan and Seth
Yo Chilla, I can scheme that, hold on wait
We don't settle for Bronze
We get to duken when it's Gold at state
If you owe me and I go broke
I'm on Reggie set
With Choppers that don't fit on the scale
That's them heavy Tecs i get this 4 close
(foreclose) homes and take Con dough
(Condo) to end Reggie debt
If this was Madison Square Garden
Y'all would be Spike Lee
Watching me put hands around Reggie neck
My nigga Con got booed 2'd round
I mean I fuck with 'em
I'ma give him a chance
You could have this 3rd round
I'd rather reminisce with my fans
I'm the nigga that told a nigga I
Went to where she stay at
Pull my boxers down that's where
She put her face at
Jumped up out the bed like where
You want me to spray at?
She said "it doesn't matter plus
This where Richie lay at" hold on
I'm the nigga that told a nigga
I listen for the cries when i spot her
Pick her up by her thighs then
Put her under my chin cut across her chest
Wait, I'm the nigga that told a nigga
It's Hitman Read between the fine prints
This weapon ain't on safety
It ain't John Lynch
Night vision came with a scope
See 'em behind tints
Michael Jackson Motown Glove
You can't find prints
I'm the nigga that told a nigga
I come around you around, do not move
Don't crack a smile, I'm not ya pal
We're not cool
You goldfishes not allowed in a Croc pool
And if you jump in understand
That you Croc' food
I guess since y'all trying to boo
I'm supposed to be hurt
Y'all boo and I'ma stop what I was doing?
That shit ain't gon work
I'm the nigga that told a nigga
What you got protection now?
Chopper knock his section down
Grab him by his - I'ma save that for the sec-
I'm the nigga that told a nigga
It's a lot of weapons I could slay y'all with
The black gloves
Rubber grip with the radar chip
I come to one of Verb parties with an AR clip
And shoot soon as I get in like I'm JR Smith
Now I took it easy and didn't write a 3rd
I gave you my word
I still won the battle and I gave you the 3rd
Well I'm supposed to write a
3rd cause he the best nigga sit down
I ain't even write a 3rd
I'm thinking of shit now i'm a hooper
I shoot 'em on the rim when that thing pop
The cops will find Con-vo on
The net like a screenshot
I understand y'all booing cause
The crowd cold
That last bar ain't make sense
But shit it sound cold

Fuck all them bitch ass personals
And them soft raps
It's been way too long Smack
I'm going to the original DVD era
And bringing straight bars back
Listen Hitman Holla
Everybody in here swear you corny
When the gat drawn
You be the one I put the Cap-on
(e) like you be with Norey
Nigga it'll flash and light in ya face
Like you telling a scary story
Hitman Holla you got some heaters for me?
I'll have 'em like a midlife crisis
Not wanting to go near the 40
Hear me shorty, I'll do this man badly
If he say he'll let the Glock squirt
I'll pop first like a granddaddy
3K's will do this man badly
It'll put so much people under
White sheets from that
Cross fire it'll look like a Klan rally
Nigga with no punchlines
How are you beating me?
You couldn't blow up with TNT
Get ya bars a rep up with GNC
That's why everybody hates ya
Lines like the DMV
Y'all gon follow him and see
Him get picked like Instagram
That gauge peel
I spray steel like Spic and Span
Shot's will get rid of Hitman heart
Hart like Vince McMahon
I X-Men like Wolverine with the steel at hand
You could get the blades to your
Roof like a ceiling fan
Nigga these are bars
Not the type of bars that I'm spittin' fam'
I'm talking bars, like Seagrams
Absolut, liquor shots, Tequila man
Slow it down! i just dissed you!
I said I see grams
I absolute lick a shot to kill a man
Listen fam' all that screaming and yelling
That don't mean shit
When will you stop and learn
You getting loud there will only
Make it get wild here hair like Howard Stern
Make sure I'ma get all these rhymes' out
July 9th everybody watch Wild N Out hANHH!