URLtv, Hitman Holla, Hollow Da Don - Hitman Holla vs Hollow Da Don lyrics

Let me guess Hollow, my whole act is a front
Cause, I'm a D2 All American that don't
Drink liquor or don't smoke blunts
My point is he gon try to convince
Y'all that I'm this hype wanksta
But remember, that's what frauds do
They stereotype gangsta's
I battled Yung I I I couple years ago
Went back and forth, you know, a debate
Some think he won, some think I won
Wasn't my best battle but it
Could go either way
But that don't even matter
Cause that's my nigga up to this day
I'm just preparing y'all for the
Shit that I'm finna say
Hollow beat I I I at Fight Klub
Now even though I think they robbed son
I been using you, think stupid
I'm a Hitman I use Hollow's
To get the job done
But, you lost to Arsonal, cleary, no debating
If a nigga say I lost to Arsonal
(You know he hating)
Matter fact I'm the reason why
Aye Verb ain't kill him
But, I had to pay 'em like 3 or 5
But our contract was different between
The two of us i told Verb make it a tie
So I can suit him up
Dope head crackhead nigga
What? You shooting up? Head in the clouds
You ain't doing shit but shooting up
But, you got protection now
Chopper knock his section down
Grab him by his neck and i'ma
Save that for the 2nd round
If you gon smoke everything you selling
Than what you stack for?
Silly, that's the type of shit
You get smacked for
I beat him across the head with
Bottles in everything that's shattered
And then ask him "What's
That hardcore act for?"

Then walk away it ain't shit to
Leave a square on glass, he a backboard
7 1 minute battles, that make him a vet?
He freestyles here and there, what?
That make him the best?
On the real dude cool
But, I don't think he a threat
See I got too much of this
He Hollow there ain't enough in his chest
I'm at school doing way more
Than work on the desk
What's a crawl to a walk?
I'm a whole other step
You a junkie that can rap, high off Meth
Everybody wondering why you ain't die off yet
See I'm cruising through Jersey Shore that's
Where you find me at
Surfing that ocean with a chopper
Where the Tsunami at?
First of all you like 5'6" nigga
You a tiny cat on my worst day I'm a
Bentley and you a Pontiac see you a turtle
Snail in a mile race, back to you
Hold on stay in a child's place
During beef who'll run? Big clip, toolie gun
Don't matter the crowd I shows
Out like the movie done
Let his brains hang a little, you know
Sag 'em
Pull him by his neck and his feet, you know
Drag 'em
Chop and say "bag 'em!" Forensics will have
To treat his toe like Peyton Manning
And Franchise tag 'em
All that loud shit I ain't worried about
Watch how you carry yourself before
They carry you out y'all probably thinking
"Holla first round retarded"
Not at all, I'm just getting started
BALL GAME!

First of all you came here with a backpack
Don't rap shit that niggas
Actually did niggas
That clapped then did actual bids
So you can rap what they actually lived
Last time I was in the Lou
I showed a nigga what battling is
And left his top on Kings Highway
But this time half of your ribs
Is gon be on national bridge
So act all tough
I'll have some homies balled up
Soon as I park, there's blood everywhere
I'm walnuts aww fuck
I'm taking him out for the
Place in the drought escaping the route
Staking him out for the base then I'm out
I heard there's 10 bricks in the sofa
It's weight in the house
I kick in doors like the Simpsons show
And go straight to your couch
Wait, now I doubt you go to
College and get niggas shot too
I mean at the pimp rally
He bought the Glock through
Extra clip and a lunch box too, cut it out
That shoot 'em up bang bang shit, not true
Cause all the killers I know went to prison
Not school! When I went to the Lou, I
Noticed I hate your guts, but your pops cool
Ock, stop, the heckler and koch pop
Make cops stop and the SWAT move
No hopscotch but I box you
For them crack packs
Before scrap snap I sack that before he
Can hand off and get half back
With a deuce 5, pack that
Nigga you really clap that?
He tried bucking that so like a
Trucker hat I snap back

He dropped the new single and
Got all his cash back
Cause all you gonna hear is
"He just got his ASCAP" nigga scratch that
I should've started off this
Round like "Shhh, quiet down, chill
Don't speak
They got the dinininon versus what
The fuck were you thinking?"
I mean and niggas told you I was Almond Joy
But, you ain't listen to all your boys
He won't get the picture til I
Air 'em out like a Polaroid
I'm disrespectful, Christmas time
I stole his toys moment of silence time I'm
Making all the noise he scream "We the best
" 50 style I show up
To where his mom employed
Run in the establishment like "This
Bitch work at Burger King?"
That's why you used to wear Corduroys
And basketball the only time I thought
You was the water boy
Til I seen Verb versus Big Will and
Verb passed you the water boy
Damn that's the swag that
Got your broad annoyed
I mean she hit Joe Clark She
Should know I do my thing
I was Glady's Knight Had her
Sipping on the night train i brewed her
(Brewer) I boozed her (Boozer)
You woulda thought the Bulls' playing
I mean I ain't know her
(Noah) but when that D rose
She was like Dang!
When I swang it's off the frame out in H town
Swing and bang Lane to lane from to Bay town
Now wait clown
If you mention one bar about the lean I sip
I'm gonna picture your head as a
Styrofoam cup and lean that shit
And I be on the island waiting on the go bag
And I be like "Fuck it
Nigga hold that" Dininon
LOM, you already snow dat!

In your last battle you told a nigga
Unlike Brad his Pitts wasn't looking good
Which leads me to ask
What was you trying to say?
Brad's Pitt's be looking good? Pause
So that LOM shit, y'all socking y'all selves
Cause that just proved LOM stand
For Liking Other Males
Well you got in Okwerdz face, Passwurdz face
And every other GrindTime rapper face
You got in Goodz face cause
Y'all was in state
You got in Big T face cause
He from out of state
Battled in St louis and gave
Verb a lot of space
Disrespect me in New York City
I wish you done try
Heard he at the Holiday Inn, I was nearby
Caught on the balcony and gave
Him the star eye
Pushed him off the roof then waived
Him so he can air dry
I'm a boss, you's a runner
So being you ain't fun Hollow
He the type to be in a car with
His niggas and not hold y'all down
There go cops, hold this gun Hollow
He get a nigga with NYB, Cortez and Hanz
Count hundreds and fiftys
And D chamberz yell out
"Up count these ones Hollow"
So your name ain't really what it means
How you "Hollow Da Don" and you the
5th man in charge of your team?
I got a question, I'ma ask your people
Why I'm supposed to be scared of Hollow?
Cause he be on that murdering
And torturing nigga shit?
What y'all forgot? I'm just as evil, example
I'll knock your daughter unconscious
I think she prettier when she half dead
Then I wake her up just to treat
Her neck like a crab leg

Then kill you while your baby boy sleep
Just so he could wake up to his dad dead
Now he need a step pops, me
Gladly I'll make his bottles
Promethazine Sprite
He would stunt like his daddy
But, I ain't know when to torture 'em
I'ma have fun with his death
Wait for him to start walking
Let 'em chase me, then shake him
And watch him tumble down the steps
Yes I'll show you what this cat is all about
Coming in drugged up will get
Yo' ass drugged out
What, you got protection now?
Chopper knock his section down
Grab him by his neck and
Unload that whole second round
Like the shit my nigga 0-Red be saying, sike!
If the nigga ain't choke so
Fucking much I probably
Could tell y'all some shit
That 0-Red be saying
New York voice, I'll show 'em son
See I ran about 5 before
You think about throwing 1
You wouldn't almost might kill
I got venom in my veins
Your heart pump Nyquil
I got snipers with the chrome cocked
Now the witnesses can't have courtit
Was a long shot
And I put that on 5, you know
Where Abe Lincoln at riding round the city
A couple shots where that Lincoln at
Nigga fuck rap, in fact
What you blinking at? Brains in his fitted
I turn his hat to a thinking cap
What's big money to small change? Hold on
What I tell your partner?
Partido de beisbol Translation (BALL GAME)
You already snow dat

You talk about me and Verb battle
But what you compensating for?
I gave him a lot of space out of state
But now I'm violating yours
I said this round I might act
Like I like his ass
Tell 'em "Come on to Paris, invite his ass"
To the top
Then drop 'em from the Eiffel fast
With the speed of a Tyson
Jab or a motorcycle crash
Or a Roman Viking slash
Then I figured why I don't like his ass
I mean in the Lou they don't like his ass
They say Hitman ain't done
Shit with the thumper
I knew 'em all my life and the
Only thing that nigga hit is jumpers
I said "Not Hitman
The one that pull lead out
The holster" "Man that
Nigga wouldn't pull hot bread out a toaster
That nigga wouldn't pull a bed out a sofa
He about as useless as giving
CPR with smoker lungs"
You're about as useless as a hitch
Hiker with a broken thumb
Ummm back to the heckler and koch
How you want
It? Stock? Toke the 50 to 100 block
Drum with the hundred shot
Ride round with guns like
I ain't gotta pull a K out for y'all
I'm dope boy
When it's time to kill a nigga I
Let the Trey out the car
I said, with me dying fam
You got a better chance of letting
The fire blam through Iron Man
Big T sticking to a diet plan
And Luck getting a diaphragm
Or Blind Fury passing an eye exam
Damn I mean he's hard on a couple of blocks
Nigga I'm hard like 6 months in a box
No human contact in 6 months, that's a lot
A nigga get out, send 'em to Hollow cell
Show 'em how the pain really feel
Hoop Dreams over
Razor blade to his Achilles heel
Now I can finish this with the average
Jail shit and just stab his ass
But, I grab that water pot
Wait til that water hot
Then splash his ass!
It ain't hard to be a Hitman
Y'all remember his 1st round?
Well just make sure your heart's numb
Dressed in all black
Strapped with hollow points and a large gun
The reason you need Hollow
Is your victim might
Have a vest on when you lodge one
So when you think about it
I flipped yours cause
You need me to get the job done
He ain't really a Hitman so I guarantee
His job is an odd one
But scratch that, I got one
I mean I know God said
You shouldn't hate another brother
But, I hate you
You Jimminy Cricket looking motherfucker
Look like he bout to
"ribbit" in this motherfucka
I swear you done did it If the nigga ever
Decided to a make a Men In Black 4
They could erase the creatures' features
And then attach yours
I know you like this roasting session
I'm glad
But, I'm actually mad I'm a psychopath watch
Me go from happy to sad
See I'm mad cause my nigga dope got 2 joints
Hitman clap and get 2 points play Lebron
I'll have this king dome on Rucker 155
Shooters will have that half city wise
Spread that half riverside
My nigga you ain't ever shoot the 10
This nigga only shoot at rims
When he hoop in gyms
I guarantee if I went like
This probably shoot me then
But it'd be 6 up in his Cardinal's cap
Soon as he saw the gat
Heart attack, cardiac
Now doc tell his family that Hollow back
That they can't get Holla back
When I spit they say son (sun) fire, Pontiac
I come with all kinds of
Straps That Glock bussin'
He turkey, something I put hot stuff in
(stuffing) take his girl, poke her face
I'm not bluffing lesson learned stop cuffing
Matter fact you can cuff boo
Cause that broad lame
Two words after this fuck you

Drizzy Drake my nigga
But, I heard he put his bread on Hollow
I'm upset now, only words I can say to it
Is that drop the bets down
But, I'ma need that Young Money in cash
No checks now if not I cross that border
Slowly with them Tec rounds
These extendos I brought
Trust me Toronto ain't seen these many
Shots since Kobe left town
Beasley you help set this up, you paid
Him Smack, you got him into this mess
Now you save 'em
If not I aim for his grill, toothpaste 'em
They gon have to stitch him
Up then shoelace him
It's war? We out on the field
My troops chase 'em
And put his body under the plane
Suitcase 'em nigga do you not know the type
Of nigga that you facing? Wait
I heard you was 18 and your
Curfew is like 7 o'clock
How you fetch rocks?
His niggas was fighting outside
And he'll run to the
Window yelling "lets watch!"
Then went to school bragging on gangsta shit
That happened on the next block
Nigga you wasn't built to leave
Out of your house, this a desktop
Knock knock (Who is it?) little Gerald, who?
Man where Nigel at? Nigel?
At this 2223 Sunnyside Queens? yeah, cool
And this where they told me
Not to find him at
He said "nigga don't be knocking on my
Door asking me for no hitman, is it true?
Awww man, I'm your number one fan
Why you just ain't say it was you?
I remember you told Dolarz this
Where Richie lay at
You told Big T he look like Precious
You told Cortez to man up
And I was done when you told Arsonal
You told Arsonal a lot of stuff
Sorry for the attitude
You know I ain't like that"
Hollow and his sister Diamond in the house
Make your self at home, I'll be right back
I steps in, you know me watching a protect
I say "Diamond, whatup!?" she said "Heey"
Thinking in my head "oh that hoe next"
Where your brother? She said
I took about 4 steps
Knock on the door and he jumped up
Did a slow stretch
I brought that machine to his room
No Bow Flex
He looked around start shaking and shit
I ain't blink on him
Knock his galore of his wall
Threw his bricks on him
Uppercut, jab, jab, caught his bricks on him
Then he tried to run
But when these shots hit his back
You woulda thought I poured drinks on him
We back to the living room I
Give his sister a playa's rub
Took the Tec to her neck and
Made Diamond strip Player's Club
I was out of breath
I should've kept it the next day
Then I got a urge
I took her to where the Mets play
Make a long story short
She was shining and I hurt her
Here's the riddle go to the baseball field
Y'all can find Diamond in the dirt
That shit you spit, bubblegum, yeah
I'm talking to your mother's son
Let him act up, i'll set trip on stage and
Even throw his brother some
And y'all will see Hollow's hollowed like
I'm shooting at another gun
You ain't the blast shells type
You a fag frail dyke man you pussy
You walk around with vagisil wipes
After his battles
Who's 2nd to where he's at?
Soon as I let the nigga
New York City was yelling "he's back!" easy!
Snow dat! Get em the fuck outta here!
Cowabunga! Them slogans, all lame
Anybody can "zip em up!" but can you
Step in it with a Ball Game bALL GAME!

Hitman said he's gonna kill Drake
He better up his security
I mean he was willing to bet a Maybach on me
But Murphy Lee only had a Mercury
Oh it gets worse, Kyjuan only had a Nissan
So get your big dog and let him
Know you fuckin' with a winner
I'm glad you know the boy Nelly
Now tell em call Kelly cause
You stuck in a Dilemma
3rd round this the status, y'all
See we both battled, but I'm better at it
He's worn out so like a hand me
Down and I let him have it
If shit get tragic, clip the 'matic
He'll be the first nigga
Rocked like Lenny Kravitz
Or get the bigger `matic, click and clack it
And let the chopper lift him
Up like Inspector Gadget
Nigga you wouldn't swing a tennis racket
Body bag? Last thing you zipped
Was a leather jacket
And the last thing he squeezed
Was a ketchup packet
Now peep what the facts is
When Ars said fuck your city I
Knew it was more than rivalry
Especially from your block I seen
You had your goons behind you and you
Said you was gon ride on G
I swear I believed in you on honestly
So when he put his arm around your
Neck and spit in your ear
I said, "oh, it's time to beef"
Nothing happened now you owe
Me an apology cause
I'm feeling like you lied to me
You did the same shit he did against Rex
But tried to pull his hoe card
So now I'ma pull your card and
Prove that y'all both frauds
I mean Ars is a sometimes gang banger
The worst sort of Crip And you're such a fake
Blood that you belong in a horror flick
But, I mean
He reps "Ball Game!" what the fuck is that?
Is there a meaning behind it or do you
Just like to scream it and rhyme it?
Fuck what you believe in
I'm riding back to keeping it violent
I raise hell
These clips got demons inside 'em
This beef, not Hardee's, this Chopper
Not Harley's
Long joint, Bob Marley, big shot, Rob' Horry
Talk shit I show up on your block shorty
Cock 40's
Til they air outside like a block party
If I decide that I ain't liking 'em Then
I'ma place vitamins with
Percocets and vicodins
Put hooks on the wall to hang 'em on
My door like the Take 'em apart
His chest open take out his heart
Try to roof his intestines til
They swing from the arch
So when his moms identifies the body
And ask why he ain't got those parts?
Then the doctor pass my message, "mam
Your son ain't got no heart"
I got it locked and have lean on me
Joe Clark i spit on his grandma like "shut
Up bitch you old fart"
This rider bout as dangerous as a go cart
Dreams stop, ghosts start, slingshots
No Bart that Wingstop I was so lost I
Mean what was that bar about?
Oh let me guess You ate at
The restaurant and thought it out?
Good way to force it out
Now as y'all can see, this nigga's dumb
And it's only so much longer
Y'all battle rappers could run
Y'all know I don't sound like that
This nigga actually ended a round like that
Nigga rhyming run and done
You'll never get the crowd like that
This gullible ass nigga
You snow we don't get down like
That I said if Nelly under able to pay me
Who run the label? He won't be stable
I spark like jumper cables
Doctor put his meat on the table
He rip the dust and the navels
He'll survive but his stomach
Need 100 staples
Remember I took you to Trump towers and
You got head from the broad?
Well I hit it before
She said mine was an AK and
If yours was a gun
She don't know what it'd be called
I could tell from your business moves
I get more cheddar than bol
In this battle I got more bread than you saw
And just to throw it in
My shirts are better than yours
Aye, this how I know when it come
To rapping he ain't about shit
I mean I stood up here
And changed into 3 outfit's
And he ain't freestyle one word about it
I mean, nigga you couldn't improvise?
Nigga you couldn't memorize?
Well this is the Ultimate Rap League
For that you get penalized
You don't gang bang fam', you watch Gangland
Nigga I supply me some Russians the real
Hitman to leave your boys in destruction
Take you out to Arizona and dress
You in football team apparel
So when we bury you in that Cardinals
It's perfect, it fit's Gerald
(Fitzgerald) LOM you already snow dattt!