URLtv, Big T, K-Shine, Hitman Holla - Hitman Holla vs. K-Shine lyrics

You told T-Rex you gon' knock him out if he
Disrespected ya baby mama or
Your daughter nigga
Man, I'll fuck ya baby mama in
Front of ya daughter nigga
I wish you would get mad
Go 'head try and fight
I ain't Charron, the prop gun wit' me
You slap me and you gon' die tonight
The whole battle world know I'm
Nice on them skates
It ain't nothin' to glide up
I want K-Shine to try to even the score
Cause that ain't gon' get him
Nothin' but tied up
With the 30 I shoot like 30
With the slides up you real extra wit' them
Other battle rappers
Hitman in front of you now
Watch how that pride tuck
Man, I don't give a fuck who behind you


Gorillas, tigers, apes
You can have the whole zoo behind you
NWX, Dot Mobb, Zip 'Em
A bunch of crews behind you
Everybody witchu better duck
I hope Scrooge behind you
Cause they gon' need the worldwide news
And Blues Clues to find you
I'll punch and dim ya lights
Man I'll set the mood behind you
I'll do K-Shine bad
They gon' be callin' for a truce behind you
But, I'm color blind
That flag gon' look like gang bangin' and
That's when them Piru's behind you
So chill, relax K, you need a piece of mind
Well that's perfect
I got the perfect piece in mind
Missin' body
He gon' be so hard for the police to find
Here's a hint, it won't be a jewelry box
Where I'm keepin' Shine
For that 30K, I told Smack, "I'll 30 K"
You try that Tay Roc shit if you want
And I'ma 30K
A question for the fans, help me understand
If this watch was 40 bands
How the fuck I ain't 30K?
A fuckin' star, this a new Hitman
I got a couple cars
A quarter million stashed in the chest
(Chess) , these ain't struggle bars
I'm in the lime light, I'm built for the kill
When my mind right
This for all them niggas that
Tweeted tellin' me Shine nice
Approach him in person, he nervous
I know Shine type
He tried to run, I caught him from behind
My chase down Lebron like
Man the whole NWX get killed on the spot
They find DNA blood all over the block
To get it up, you need more than a mop
Bring them ladders out, two for one
I catch Big T at the Top, you niggas is ops
Man I'll bang on you niggas
Green light on Saga cause he used
To hang wit' these niggas
I get to flamin' you niggas
When I'm done with the reverend man
Y'all gon' see me put Shine in
The sky, after Rain drop
Boy, I feel like the weather man
But, if I pass off the
Steel that's my Rondo gun
I go to block after block my Alonzo run
Man I ball like Ronald son i see ya clique
But, I'ma just hit K wit' the text
(TECs) like the convo done
This was a bad exchange
You shouldn't have showed
But, I'm glad you came
Look at me while I'm rappin'
I need to see ya face like I'm bad wit' names
All you do is hide behind cliques
Y'all really believe he bad?
Without T-Rex you wouldn't have had
A sense of direction
You would've speed and crashed
Your career wouldn't have made it from here
To Harlem wit' yo' leechin' ass
Cause you ain't built for that kind of drive
Thank the crowd you really need the gas
Man, I came in performin' nigga
I ain't learn that
You watched me for eight battles before
They gave you that title
You ain't earn that five years ago I was
Draggin' shit 'cross stage
Let me talk to him
I was "hole in his face" then he
Was "fuck around and walk through 'em"
I mean, you lookin' a little shaky
Shine we need answers
I was slidin' up like baggage claim
All of a sudden he was
Slidin' up like dancers
Okay, battle rap trivia
Give me somethin' of mine that he ain't flip
I battled Arsonal and told a story
His next battle was Tsu Surf
He did the same shit (Smack calls time)

Yo what up Scary?
It took this nigga nine years to
Prepare to even get near me
Now I'm feelin' like Master
P wit' the chopper
Cause now I Got The Hook Up and
This for Holla If You Hear Me hitman Holla
Boy, I done had about enough of you
Gettin' comfortable
Was showin' us the tough in you
Off of shit that your little brother do
Boy you went from doctor in
The house like the Huxtables
To bein' in a class with none of your
Peers which makes your presence
Like The Substitute buck at who?
I hope this bitch flew in with
The bird like the Mother Goose
Or I'm here tappin' like Big Mike in
The Wood when he bust a move
He think it ain't true and see the
Pick up like we cuttin' school buckin' two
In case summer just hit like
The month of June you fuckin' fool
You ain't see how I left your
Bro dead on this stage hey Arnold
Not it's time to give Gerald the fade
What we got? Another six foot
Nigga wit' a death wish
Nah, he about 6'2", a bitch too
Couldn't stand The Rain like Missy
In a big suit try to leave
Notice at the door like the rent due
Slid through like a depressed Charlie
The Clip's blew
He was posted, right before they closed it
I skipped through
Both hands on one fifty like ten to
Now, he's somebody that they gotta attend to
By ten to, they lace him through the holes
Like they kicks new you dummy
Let's just keep it funky like gym shoes
You want smoke? It get electric when E cig
(Sig) blew (Blu) i shot him on the couch
Holla in the house like if the crib huge
He Purple Rain
Tryin' to guard the body like Prince move
What I gotta remix it?
Nah, nah, face shots, both heaters
How the fuck he gonna remix with no features?
The knife setter
Slice better than cold pizza
With the nick he
(Nicki) get the butt out the blue like Onika
Aye Beasley
You should've had T Top and Brizz fuck
'em up for that faggot shit
Brizz hook it, then the bear
(bare) footed like an African next time boy
You better have a strap wit' it
Clap the shit
Writin' Holla Back that be Fabolous
Have somethin' black
Box his hand like a Madden glitch
Your brother want it too? I got
A tool that'll crack ya shit
Yeah, ambulance ride
Both of y'all in the back of it
The doctor's tryin' to keep the
Brother's woke like an activist
Gun store, ratchet pick, Nick Cannon
Grab yo' bitch
Tell him don't go grab his shit
Cause if she tried takin' these
I'ma cap a Nick (Kaepernick)
Big nine, i push somethin' to the side
Like it's not important
Then it's back out the states
Like he got deported what you in the RT
Huh? Nick Cannon got you ballin'
And you in a sportage
Nigga I'll twist that Charger like
It's got a shortage
Ladder, I'm on track wit' the hook
I'm 'bout to drop a chorus
I'm a tour guy wit' this bus
Look how I got the tourist
Slid down with the big ratchet
I was watchin' Norbit and it got enormous
A spark will flash from the choppers
Like I popped an Orbit
That's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up
Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop, pick 'em up
NWX, the rest of you niggas suck
And you scared of Rain bitch, zip 'em up

I'm just waitin' on you to have one of ya
Little mood swings so I can bitch slap ya
NWX, y'all ain't got no stars?
All these fuckin' clowns
And ain't none of y'all got the It factor?
My mother said it was painful watchin'
Them niggas set me up
See said it cause I'm on television i said
"Well knowin' they all got a team up just to
Take ya son gotta be a better feelin'"
She begged me not to take this battle
She said Smack tryin' to evict
Me like he the landlord i said, "But
If I don't show it'll look like I'm hidin'
And I already done taught my
Son that backin' down
Is some shit that we don't stand for"
So now I'm back, reloaded
You can get a shell to the face
Alphabet, tell Tay he gon' get an L after K
They want me on the decline
For no reason at all
But, I was born in March I
Ain't got no reason to fall
If Shine cross me
No need to get Jesus involved
You can get Smacked now without
Givin' Beasley a call
See I'm the leader of my class
I just dwell out the top
How 'bout we talk 'bout how
You jealous of Roc
Mad cause he got to grindin'
And start gettin' paid more
But ain't ya name "Shine"? What the
Fuck you throwin' shade for?
I mean you join a new clique every month
15 rappers you be sparing wit'
K-Shine, I been hot since '09 and I'm
Still here wit' who I started wit'
Battle world y'all forgot? Y'all is trippin'
All the work that I put in? Y'all forgettin'
Nigga I'm a boss and independent
Boy, I got this money out the mud
I gotta wash it off before I spend it
They say you a "hot head" and "dude a fool"
Well I got heat seekers
Go 'head and lose ya cool
You just be sprayin' in the air
You don't use ya tool
I call the shot before I take it
Same rules as pool i'm 'bout that action
I can't wait to show those ops i hit hard
My right hand will make Cotto drop
I crop him out like Photoshop
These two machine arms got
Me walkin' like Robocop
I got him all Shock'ed I'm in my Silkk bag
Grind mode
My son gon' have a hundred like Wilt dad
I use this Mossberg a lot
The handle comin' off the grip pad
So I nicknamed the shotgun
"Jimmy" it's built bad
Young, wild and reckless, that was a phase
I'm from a city where niggas walk
Up and ask for ya J's
But this world made me savage my ways
A bad barber, you get boxed up even though
He asked for a fade
Boy, I'm strapped, I'm fully armed
Don't make me get my bully on
We both bald but I'm different
I'm Melo wit' the hoodie on
Speakin' of hoops
I'll catch him on the balcony
String him wit' a heavy right
Then I make him jump like the heavy nice
You laughed at me and Verb
Cause we had a disagreement and decided
To handle our shit with words
But Dot Mobb, I mean Rex
This ain't no diss to you
But y'all act like y'all fuck wit' each
Other for the camera and really didn't
See that's what bitches do
You don't even talk to Rex and y'all
Used to eat off that menu together
Verb gave me the first Showtime, I gave
Him the first Remix we got paid
Hopped in the whip and
Left the venue together little do he know
Me and Verb actually caught a fade
We just ain't do no weak shit and blog
About it cause that's how y'all play it
I told Verb, "Fuck you", but the
Difference between us off stage
Let's see if I let one of y'all say it
Aye, you unloyal ass bitch
I can't believe you
You had the nerve to give a fake hi five
To the same hand that used to feed you
So all that dick suckin'
Team switchin' and-y'all can have that shit
Cause loyalty is bigger than this battle shit
I'm a beast and you know that
I bring it to your show clap
My brother outta jail

And nigga don't make me go back!

Aye, PS, my fans was like, "Yo Holla
Nitty sneak dissin'"
Huh? Man, I'll cook that nigga bad
Tell Rum he gon' pay for them shots later
Just put it on his tab translation

Now I'm not gonna lie
You done well for yourself sucka
You a verified celebrity (claps)
Usin' all of them followers to set
Up a fight on Time Square, 42nd Street
Boy, I know you seen the cops
You ain't even in the same set as me
But anybody reppin' B's know you don't pow
Wow with the boys in blue
Dog food, this isn't even in his Pedigree
38 minutes, how he covered
With electrifyin' hands
Well get this TEC in (Tekken) 3
Hold it down
'fore we open rounds like the letter C
You live by it, you die by it
Boy this 40 gon' be the death of me
This baby shower, check of the kid's needs
(kidneys) like the registry
You be stressin' me
I'm a million view nigga! Man
I average one million views shut the fuck up
Like you the only nigga ahead wit' yo' work
You don't got a million views
Okay it's true you leveled this first
But what good is one million views if
You always dead after ya first?
They just watchin' you die one million times
Think Gerald Levert i get him closed
(clothes) in the bag like
I'm sellin' him merch
Silencer, sound like I let off a Nerf
Th3 Saga continues, funeral
I put this metal to work
That mean I get 'em wacked off
Then head to the church
Yeah I'm Rain man and I'm finna set up this
Body for the homie like a wing man
Both arms extended
Who tryin' to check my wingspan?
OVO Fest, you 'bout to see the Drake fan
Whole set
Ridin' wit' the choppers like Game plan
Huddle up bitches, come up wit' a game plan
Take it to watch this Mag net
(magnetic) like a brain scan
First Holla, then them, plain pairs
That's smoke signals, in the end
(Indian) , he ain't gotta see Rain dance
(crowd starts booing) for a buck
I have it ooze all on bloody
Shoes like I'm wit' Cardi
They'll holler for a dollar like
Dayday threw the rent party
I can use a Sig prolly, or that nina bang
Cause they say "Holla for a dollar" if I
Feel somethin' strange than the
Piece will change you talkin' loyalty
What up wit' Ill? Butterfield
You tried to leave the game
Let's talk 'bout if it wasn't for Verb
They wouldn't speak ya name
Why you left him in the dirt
Soon as your first season played?
B-Magic held y'all city down
You treated him like he a lame
You should be ashamed
Tell him his work is over
Seas like his visa came
Every time you speak of Beasley's name
You speak in vain
You always cryin' 'bout the time
My how we complain
Tweet for fame, about how ya heaters bang
120 characters
But them characters never be the same
Boy you was seekin' fame
You seen some change then you seem to change
(crowd starts booing again)
It used to be "hello" to the fans
But now it's brief as Hanes
You ain't nice neither, wife beater
You need the chain
Cause now you just dyin' every
Round like Easter came please, explain
I mean
It ain't no Biggie but he got 'em Hypnotized
If it's the midwest movement then
Why every time Big
T in the ride he gotta pick a side?
Aye Big T, I told 'em get
The fuck out the nigga, i'm finna ride

DJ Khaled give me the keys I'm finna drive
Woke up this nigga mind
We don't shoot this nigga dyin'
And I got this chilackaboo wit me this time
This nigga talkin' 'bout "pick a side"
Don't start that
Pick a side? I'll pick a sharp shooter
Aim for wherever Hitman heart at

That's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em up
Get ya crew shot with an oowop, pick' em up
NWX you nigga suck
Next round I got a trick nigga, zip 'em up

See that was type wack
But, I'm glad they did that cause I
Got somethin' under this Big T
(ee) for this handicap match
I mean Shine you a cool dude
But, I got somethin' against you
See I went to Jersey and talked to Red
You went to Jersey and lost to
Red see that's the problem witchu
You be gettin' cooked on other leagues
That was only days prior kOTD, Smack, UDubb
See this is the reason I get paid higher
Think Pokemon
And I'm Charmander: every stage I'm fire
They said "Whoever win this
Get crowned king performer"
I already run that field
If I ain't in y'all Mount Rushmore then
A nigga in ya Mount Rushmore
Prolly stood in front of me and
Got they dumb ass killed
Man somebody better pray for him
I text the predators like I got prey for 'em
When this chopper flip ya whip
You gon' need more than Jake from State Farm
They found his torso with no waist on him
Detectives guess it's him 2Pac killer
The cops couldn't put a face on him
They need boxes of chalk
Two rows of Caution tape for him
I know his schedule
So I just wait in the bushes and wait for him
I shoot the scope with my elbow in
And I don't need a coach K
I already got great form
I refuse to let these new fans and
These bloggers get the best of me
Have the nerve to say I fell off
Well I must've landed on my legacy
I'm from a whole different era
I was killin' then, i slaughter now
Y'all should've told me
"bring scuba gear" I ain't
Know this new generation
Of battle rap was this watered down
I give y'all that real Summer Madness feel
Cause, I'm nothin' like them other guys
I know y'all want that old Hitman
But my bank account scream otherwise
You hear the pain in my
Voice? Two years straight
I had to listen to my mother cry
Had a disagreement with Show' but
When it's time to ride
I'ma slide cause I'm always
On my brother side man I hate Shine
The wrong look and this can
Turn into a hate crime witnesses like, "Man
He was rappin' then all of
A sudden Holla got mad
Then the ambulance had to
Come and take Shine" you 5'6"
Every bone in ya body will break Shine
You will get beat with bottles
You play your cards right
You really get an ace of spades Shine
See that's why I don't like the nigga
Cause y'all gassed his fake tough shit
And really hyped the nigga
I call him "Always, Almost
About To Fight A Nigga"
Cause every battle he always, almost
About to fight a nigga
But when it was time to
Actually throw ya hands
You ain't do nothin' but bite a nigga
You try me, I'ma really slip, right the nigga
Beat his ass after the show
I'll Ike the nigga
Stomp his ass out with some cleats
I'll spike the nigga
Shine in the sky, I'll kite the nigga
Fuck every motherfucker on this
Card, I'm the best, that's a GOAT answer
They all claim they want smoke 'til
They realize that I'm throat cancer
I'll cut ya daughter's stomach open by myself
And then I get to tube tyin'
Then I pistol whip him with
The butt of the 40, man I'll moon Shine
Maximum deals comin' out this 40
Get all y'all capped out
Ru Paul, get all y'all dragged out
Wholesale, get all y'all tagged out
Sweeper, mop, bucket
Janitor style get all y'all trash out
Ayo Rain, I mean what I motherfuckin' say
You had your OG tell my OG to chill
Cool, O motherfuckin' K, but you got until
The end of the motherfuckin' day
To apologize to my mama on Twitter or I'm
Punchin' you right in ya motherfuckin' face
What's big money to small change?
Two words after this: Ball game!

What the fuck good is the fame if you
Don't cherish what you got it for?
Nigga you was shoppin' in ya college store
I was sellin' crack right inside the store
You tried to rock with ball
When the NBA didn't work out
You wanna rhyme some more
You had a job before
I had sales on the late
Night shift like the Commodors
And still had punches in front
Of Apollo like Rocky 4 i'm tired of y'all
You wasn't Wild N Out til Cannon got involved
And you still ain't the best battle
Rapper on that show nigga, knock it off
Con' had you put it all on
The line like a conference call
Just to be on set
Gettin' fucked by the crackers
Like Monster Ball you on TV
You supposed to be lit for the cameras
Glitz wit' the glamour talkin' to the Wild N
Out strippers and dancers
Instead, he up there showin'
His temper with tantrums all aggressive
Talkin' 'bout grippin' his hammer
Walkin' up gettin' the EEEEEH
Before he get to the answer
Aye nigga, you be wildin', wildin', wildin'
Wildin' aye, y'all like that show?
I do, but y'all niggas stick wit' me
I like it so much I wanted to play
And if y'all know the game when I say "Hitman
So soft" y'all say "How soft is he?"
Aye that nigga Hitman is so soft
(How soft is he?)
He pillow soft, soft as my bitch's text
Softer than kitten sex
So soft he gotta get off through the internet
Softer than men depressed
Soft as my bitch's breast
Softer than Michael Jackson's "hee
Hee" in a silhouette
I said Hitman is so fraud (How fraud is he?)
Man he fraud like 100 scams
Fraud like a Muslim that fuck with ham
Fraud like you heard Nicki Minaj and Remy
Ma perform together at Summer Jam
Fraud like Wesley Snipes business
Wit' Uncle Sam
Fraud like Saga wit' a Bible in the left
And porn mag in the other hand
Hitman is so off (How off is he?)
Man he off like a week on vacation from work
He off like Hulk Hogan when
He breakin' a shirt
He off like the radio when the kids in
The car and they plan to curse
He off like the lights on the rent
When you ain't pay on the first
Man he off like zombie skin
That's dead scary
He off like the feelin' I get
When the Feds near me
He off like the hammer I clutch
When that lead near me
He's so off he did Show on
The net like a web series
But hold up, let's keep it real
Nigga, Bill Collector would've
Never got touched
If you didn't have Show around
And his part of the remix the only
Reason why they know your rounds
But then he go around cause he
Got a hoe in town
I see why lil' bro always gotta hold you up
Cause you don't never hold him down
If you a real Blood then piece me
Look I got him open now
This was a fake five
Just like you I was tryin'
To give Show the pound
Hold it down I show around when Show is down
Big brother can't hold him up
If he can't really hold him down
When I was a kid, I used to
Have my mama stressed like, "Nigga
What type of shit he on?"
Cause every time a nigga had smoke the cig
(Sig) was on don't get me wrong
I gave the fades too
A nigga used to get it on
But, I took that cannon everywhere wit' me
Like Q Tip in the prison song
Nigga that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up
Get ya crew shot wit'a oowop, pick him up
NWX, this nigga suck
Y'all know my slogan nigga (Zip 'em up)