URLtv, Ill Will, Nu Jerzey Twork - Ill Will vs. Nu Jerzey Twork lyrics

I said
All my problems get handled with a pound
You can question my authority
But I don’t answer from the mouth
We make artwork with bloodstains
And where I’m from, the canvas is the ground
The rundown (click-click)
With the 12 outside waitinglike Chris
Hansen in the house it’s hell to pay!
And purgatory had you thinking you even
Had a chance of gettin’ out
How well-descriptive
You chose the name "Will"and
Got held against it!
Restless, I guess that gives
Your name less significance
Well, you can rap with God
I hear He got the best deliverance!
9 with the ladd- any last words!?
I gave him minutes to
Talkbut the TECs unlimited! His name Will


He signed his own death certificate!
I’m climbin’ up the charts
Yeah, these gun bars
But I be really firin’ ‘em off
Chest shot, and whatever this four give you
You gon’ have to find it in your heart
Your core is plunged! BOW! Then I let it go
Outlike the chores is done sword for son
And this a massive razor
You ever seen a turtle and a rabbit racing?
(shhk) I TORE this one!
This whore is stuffed, Larkin tucked
Fuck praying on your bronchitis
I’ll send Ill coffin up!
Antetokounmpo, ‘cause you don’t really
Think I’m a G, honest
Well, I really shoot
So soon as you see the mill’, WALK! He BUCKS!
I’m with the shit's pistol grip, pop
Or pull out a British Bulldog: fish and chips
BRRAOW! Hit ya miss, lift ya shit
I’ll put you both four feet over
A Sweeper: you’re gettin’ hitched!
Bitch, I kill bruh
Infrared bangin’ at the door: WIL-MA!
I make my enemies retire
Brand-new toy, whip out the box
I gotta put Will on it: assembly required
This the biggest semi
I shoot ‘til the semi empty
Clip gone, I get down to the nitty-gritty
The first hit did you wrong
(The first hit, "Did You Wr)
You with me, Willy!?
I’ll let it sing ‘til there’s no
More pleasure in it: Pretty Ricky!
The POP off
But we could have an ending to this war
My name Twork, from Streetwork
And the benefit's is short
If I smoke a nigga, then I go to prison
Ain’t no winners in this course
I can prove my gangsta to you
But then I’d have to prove
My innocence in court!
You can’t change your verdict
You niggas seen jail on movies
It ain’t the same in person
I done seen a nigga get a hundred years
And ain’t deserve it
See, all I know is struggle
Banga burstin’, brain dispersin’
Pistol-whip, I’ll even let you choose
What side of the silver
Like you came the furthest
Watch ya mouth! Nigga, save your words
You make a sound
I break it down: layman’s terms
I let it ring: home number
You get robbed with Smack, I’m my own gunner
Long fucker, make me pull up, pop the ch-
You get the Bonecrusher
I single handedly stamped this wave
And progression is one thing
You can’t proclaim
Nigga, you joined Team Homi years ago
And you still the same man today
Every time I see you, you in the same spot!
Well, what was your plans with Swave?
I kill and the Will
Goin’ nowhere: hamster cage
You tend to flop
Then everybody diss an’ bark
William: Plymouth Rock
And when it’s no Wills
What’s left to hold Pontiac up!?
I spin the block with fire flyin’
Everybody claim "ride or die"’til it’s
Time to die about it diabolic
Michelin Man: I put rounds in
Will and tire ‘bout it
That's what happen (Time) they sleep!

I’m too evil two Eagles
BOW, BOWnow Rome gotta pray for two people!
Nigga, I am Born Legacy
But all you do is choke in battles
You shoulda been a part of Born legacy!
Why you been doin’ this in your battles
You limp-wrist BITCH!? That’s flame Twork
URL set you up
Don’t worry, though, that’s how the game work
You just pure ass that bounce ar-
Okay, that’s why his name Twork!
We way different!
Talent and support got me here
Smack and Beas’
They like Star Wars: the force got you here!
I made niggas respect me
I was prepared to fight!
Norbes pushed you on uslike a nigga
Who was SCARED to fight!
Who came with that schizophrenic
Shit outta nowhere!? ME, nigga!
And y’all run and take the
Shit! I HATE that shit!
I feel like I’m the GOAT
But Mike carried you out
With that Jamaican dish
Chest open, in a field somewhere
That’s where Twork will wind up
Like a Jamaican BITCH!
I’ll take Twork, work, twerk
(sighs) long as the pay right
This li’l bitch still suffer
From stage fright
Little 9 all in these grown folks’ face
But she was raised right
I put him on the can like a Monsters drink
What’s crazy is I put in work
That scare these niggasthat’s Monsters, inc!
You have to go in yo’ bag, invest
And put on for these kids
Nigga, if I go in my bag
You gon’ have to put a vest on yo’ kids
The beach
To the gun store: my shell different
Creeped on your bitch and
Caught your First Lady
Twork: Michelle trippin’!
I hold weight on SMACK
You gotta wait on SMACK: the scale different
You can’t get out of petty crimes
I’m lookin’ at 40 bows: the BAIL different!
Bobby’s World: your bitch wanna
Ride on Big Will
Headshot, Twork everywhere on cam
Like Tip Drill!
I’m in the whip with the chrome
Sittin’ mellow we waitin’ on you
I’m in the zone with my fellows
Come in the house
We turn his dome into Jello
Soon as you see the mans rain
I come behind him with
The Sig: Capone cigarellos
If you heard I don’t play
You better believe that shit
My nigga will break ya neck for a dime like
"Bruhdid you see that bitch!?"
That’s why y’all glad I’m back on
URL! I brought the drama back
And these little bitches is Twork
End: where they mama at? Bomb a cat
‘cause I’m psycho when the Llama bustin’
‘Cause these little bitches can
Also stop Twork, like they mama comin’!
I’m in a bad fuckin’ mood!
Gut shot, he curled: stomach flu
You could get killed thinkin’ certain
Niggas fuck wit’ you
Now Twork in a box in churchwhat
Is this world comin’ to!?
Y’all niggas sellin’ dope?
Nahi be all over them shit's
Think Beetlejuice: if I draw at your door
You chalked all over them bricks!
I hold the K like Peewee: the long way
Bullets fly by like, "Whew! Yo
Today was a long day!"
You got your style from Daddy
Nigga! I raised you, twork
You just a juvenile
Back yo’ ass up, I made you, Twork!
I’m squirtin’ wit’ the TECs
Slugs burstin’ through his vest
Pistols like areolas: everybody in your
Circle on they chest tool out!
I got ghost on niggas
But had the power to bring the truth out
This one, Usher Raymond the other one
The parole board when it’s a shootout
‘Cause you know this one will burn you
But, you ain’t know the other one
Will let the juice out! We are NOT the same!
You can tell by the numbers
When the stock exchange
Bucks to his couch: it ain’t pocket change
You got a real Diesel wit’ a real big feature
You can’t stop the rain! I’m gettin’ hungry
Hold the pistol sideways, it’s spittin’ funny
Y’all sayin’ he beatin’ me?
Now that’s really funny!
Now you got the OG schoolin’ Twork
This bitch need tuition money!
Yak Town in this bitch!

I said, I don’t do the personals
I’m only known for clips
And if I do judge, we hold court
So you can speak out in your own defense
You try to dig up dirt?
You’ll need an archaeologist
You tryna figure where I’m goin’ with this
That just mean
Saying anything false’ll leave us with
A bone to pick you a clone for this!
Saw my style
And decided you’d copy the next nigga
50 Cent, Effen Vodka: you replica!
I been peepin’ lately
Y’all seen Ill Will last round?
You had to check the bouncewell
Now I need a payment! Leg shot
If he get in the thigh
Will be done: Jesus prayin’! Heater blazin’!
Two in the drums
Like I ain’t tryna hear a peep you sayin’!
Or I’m doin’ life!
Like, fuck a shorter sentence-
BOW! Soon as the nigga breathe, he ate it!
I kill ya kind i used to do the walk-ups
But that was too much of a hill to climb
It’s drive-bys, and in here
It tense: I’ll leave Will behind
Seize ya life
This ain’t gon’ be a even fight
I mean, ain’t nobody jumpin’ in (hold up)
But these move at the speed of light
(fft-fft-fft)
You see, this get Ill lid or it-
BOW! It couldn’t read or write!
I’m gutta with mine
Glock, clip, they’ll have a wonderful time
30 a pedophile: slap the butt of the 9!
That’s all crime, and nigga
I ain’t had enough of violence
Duplicity, this the same shit that
Got my brother locked in but see
I don’t know a nigga in
The hood that wasn’t robbin’
Revolver spinnin’ ironic they all turn it if
There’s no other options the plot thick!
And, nigga
We don’t get that feeling when you talk!
It’s arms up, lean down, wishin’ for applause
Ain't nobody come to see you, Will!
Nigga, you ain't even mentioned in the cards
Is that a fact, or he-? Factory?
See, I just had to give Willy one 'cause
They don't get a ticket for them BARS!
I grip a Smith n', bright as a Sunday
And the light down on Willy, beamin'
It wasn't any given! Semi spittin'
Somebody tell Ill he trippin'
Randombut there was no bitches in
That pool with Calic- (chk-chk)
Soon as this hit his skin, he dippin'!
Plenty victims! That nigga Ave a bar thief
I don't see why they pay him
For that pen he pinchin'!
That nigga cheatin'!
Aye, Smack, this nigga steal rhymes
Still get booked? This shit is treason!
But, you already knew this, Ave
Nudist Ave? Them bitches streakin'!
That bitch boring!
Ain't nobody do shit for me, but Sig Sauer
How many of y'all wish Christopher
Wallace was still alive today? (yeah)
The BIG 40!
Must I remind you, if I find you
It gets gory soon as I pop out
This one's for the books: kids' stories
The rundown, put the gun down
(sshhk) Gut guile buck-fifty, I cut smiles
It was a mistake callin' me out
And now you got them numbers
On your cheeks: butt-dial!
I grab the piece and lead dump
It's music to my ears
And we ain't hear enough
Dome shot: Meek Mill, Face Down
Chin shot: 2Pac, Keep Ya Head Up!
Proper, that's a scope on top the chop-
Nah, rocket launcher
Come to your funeral and blow up the box
(pfft) socker Bopper! JERSEY!

You be bouncin' around like a little monkey
But still don't give me that gorilla feel
You not ice-cold, you just a common cold
You knowa little Ill
Pussy, pussy, pussythat's all that I smell
I don't care which craft you use
You still liquidated you in a dry spell
They set you up, I'm finna kill Twork
A bitch with AIDS, givin' lap dances
Nobody want it wit' Ill, Twork!
The coldest chrome, so you know it's on
My mans follow you, so I know you're home
I say, "Lay it down", yo' bitch know the tone
Now you got Will surrounding ya house:
It ain't a mobile home
Square up, if we fightin' then
I'm just tryna make your wife my friend
Evel Knievel
Keep stuntin', the wrong Will flip
And your life could end try it, nigga!
I got real goonies that'll blast that for me
Oh, but you STRAPPED IN!?
BOW! It don't matter when
You the crash-test dummy!
Beasley said, "Will! Get rid of them niggas!"
I'll leave him lyin', with 20 to his chest
I will BURY Jersey: I'm a Michigan nigga!
I could call up any iron I need
To put a hole in one, like I knew the caddie
Now Twork in front of the 50:
It ain't a sugar daddy!
Mike brought that butterfly to ya cocoon
To reverse life but, I don't know dude
I just like the butterfly over Twork:
I'm with the old school!
I brought that torch to Jersey!
Don't get scorched in Jersey
It's in my genes tom Shepard: I ain't takin'
No shorts in Jersey! Speaking of that
It is like Above the Rim when I spray the 30
A round shoot out in the middle of
Jersey like I played for Birdie!
Tworka-a ahh! (calls time)

Yo! I shook his pride!
Like, "twork comin'! nigga, look alive!"
He died with his eyes wide
Open: the nigga look alive!
Ibe face deep in ya mother tit's
I can put my whole dick
In her pussywith another fist!
She say, "Oh, it hurt!"
I say, "Shut up, bitch"
She say, "No, slow it down"
I say, "SPEED IT UP!" I'mma SMOTHER shit!
These ain't no average rounds, scrap
I told myself I wouldn't play with you
So I had this down pat
It's, "BRRAK!"sounds like a
Black Sabbath soundtrack quasimodo
The one I'm showin' will ring
Ya belland he ain't even
Had a hunch of what I had around back!
Promise we ain't got nothing
We share in common i hold the handle down
For the kickback: cherub-
Fuck a gun, I'll use the blade
The organs will tear inside him
If his DNA on it, of course you spray
The machetewith sterilizer!
Quit the funny business!
Nigga, I ain't the one to gimmick
Two 9's blow
Johnny Bravo: I do The Monkey wit' it!
Lives get took i pull up with an AK
And in the peg leg where the Llama put
I'm on deck with one arm hooked
The other stick to the leg: pirate foot!
Chalk in ya shape
I'M the wreck that could cause you to sink
I said "pirate" to make this body
Overboard like walkin' the plank
Suck a DICK, nigga! I ride on your covenant
Bati boy, FUCK your Jamaican!
You gon' have to dial up another friend
Soon as you pick up (Bow! Bow! Bow)
That's him dyin' on the other end!
I'm packin' power! And a bullet in the back
Will detach ya spinal
Just like every other battleyou used to
Having a MAC behind ya!
Pop him, grip a Glock, clip'll drop him
Whatever I air connect to the
Neck like Mr crocker and this a chopper
Stop taking through ya neck 'fore
The scalpel go in or leg shot
Ironic the blade stuck out his neckbut the
Gun went out on a limb blast off!
Two'll make you put the Yak away: last call
I blaze the weapon facial lock
It open up soon as your face detected
Stock down: Great Depression
The gun monotheistic: I'll let one guide
You to the Gates of Heaven! I'm strapped in!
I'll clap you in a coma!
Madness! i could (snap at any moment)
My pen just better
I did the Salsa, now it's big Beretta
Grew up
Added 15 to her: she had a quinceñera
Y'all let it rock!
But before that "Strapped In" with Mike P
I had a better stock!
So, shit, if I choke tonight
I'll let Berettas pop!
Put Smack and Beasley in the
Trunk: THIS SHIT'LL NEVER DROP!
Fuck outta here! JERSEY!

Oh, so we talkin' 'bout mamas?
Now you know I'm 'bout to
Talk about fuckin' yo' mama
Oh, I'm 'bout to talk about fuckin' yo'
Mamaeven though she got some big-ass drawers
You know what, fuck that
Tworkrydajakkboyand y'all fuck with Drugz?
Y'all whole existence is a big-ass pause
I don't know WHAT happened!
Aye, y'all remember this, though!?
My man told me to talk to your nose ring
'cause that's the problem
Aye, this shit awkward, but, "Ayo
Nose Ringwhat's poppin'?"
Aye, why you fuck with this nigga?
You ain't even 'posed to
Be fuckin' with niggas!
Aye, just let your man know that he can
Get a few shots from a few Glocks
Catch him at his house, off the rooftop
What YOU got!? 'Cause- what you say?

I don't give a fuck if
You was fuckin' with 2PAC?!
Y'all remember that slavery shit
Back in the day?
Well, the 40 will split him in half
I'll segregate ya life, boy
It reminded me of the '50s
How you couldn't eat with that white boy
I'm splurgin' with these bucks:
I'mma treat myself
No, Ryda, I'm on the own with the heat myself
Catch ya bitch
Slice her son: I can't believe myself
Hang Anderson in the tree
And her son in the tree
Don't make me repeat myself!
Or it's simple, Taurus hit you
Hook get stuck in ya head: the chorus simple
Gorgeous pistol
I could beat around the bush
But I'm straightforward with you
Those who are backwards get a
Dot in the middle it ain't a horror symbol
Man, I came back and had
A classic with Nitty
And stuck a knife in Charlie
Now Twork in trouble like Ebony
At a private party!
You know what? I'm still lurkin'
With the steel burstin'
You talkin' 'bout my Jamaican
But he get requested more than you in battles
He ain't even a REAL PERSON!
I seen the similarities, I had to analyze it
I came with that bipolar rap
Then ya mans revised it old pistol
Dirty as fuck: I had to sterilize it
Men In Black, if Will flash this in ya face
You forget everything: I had to neuralize it!
I'm always by the heat:
That's a Pontiac symptom he try to shield
I'll let it cross in the
Middle: that's a Pontiac emblem
In all fairness, you can't compare this
This bitch the scaredest
Took his bitch, she embarrassed
Now Ill in that pink
All muff: breast cancer awareness
When I came in
I had Smack on some fiend shit
This nigga will go to Texas in
Some big-ass Timbs and a jean-fit
FUCK the Goonies! I still see Team BITCH!
And I don't care if y'all 20 deep
I'll still surf and hit 16 on
The low: Asia Dean shit! You in the Matrix
Twork! This don't feel right
MR aNDERSON! If I pull this plug
You gon' die in real life!
You beatin' me? Stop that, that's rhetorical
They just tell you what you need
To hear: that's the Oracle
I send you to the Most High
I get the most high, you chochi
This was about five, six days prep
Without the bow-tie!
I catch you and yo' bitch in
The whip: y'all BOTH die!
But Twork gon' get a split-screen
Get that ass clapped on BOTH sides!
Respect ya life! I'll deck ya wife
Smack your slaves master, but
If Willy lynch him
I'll have the rest of you
Niggas in check for LIFE!
YakTown in this BITCH!