URLtv, Rum Nitty, Ill Will - Ill Will vs. Rum Nitty lyrics

So you finally made it back, huh?
Good, now you can shut yo' big bitchin'
Cryin' suckin' dick to get back on Smack
Reneging on your contract lookin' ass up
I'm bout to kill you in the building
I don't care who they got on camera winnin'
Cause all these tickets got copped, to
See us black livethat's what matters, nigga
I get at you bitches
I don't gotta ride with a TEC
Cause, I'm intending to
(10 and 2) put hands on Will
(wheel) like you drivin' correct
I don't run from scuffles
I'll knuckle up you i've been with it
Walk up on Crippin' and have
Blood running from you
Big ass Eagle and a MAC
You don't want the trouble
First the 50 point then the ten assist
I call it a double double
Bust it, take too many shots
Then it's game over after that
I hit to wake up Illthat's a hangover
I come back with straps
Killin', back to back, two fours
Buck out the Cadillac Williams
But, I got a chop' that I open heads with
Fuck Shine! This K got a
"I know he dead" kick!
I'll body that nigga, you copy that?
Vehicular homicide, I'm a Pontiac killer
Damn homie, in UFF you was the man homie
Fuck happened to you?
You had opportunities too
Smack gave you the shot but
You didn't sink in
Make sense, he from Michigan, when he led
(lead) you to the water of
Course you didn't drink it i'm greasy
I pull out heat for something small
Like over a dime or nick Will can
(Dominique Wilkins) get 21
Or I'm reaching for the Hawk
But, you pack Berettas, you gon' clap whoever
Stop it the shots that Will send
(Wilson) ain't hittin', pussy: ask Ciara
I'm in your city with a silencer
You can't hear me when it's blowin'
Let it peel (pill) in the Yak
Hit his roof: he (roofie) didn't even know it
I'm locin'
Keep all personal shit's out your lines
You copy?
'Cause you droppin' dirt can really turn into
A body: that's Remember The Time
I lift up the nine
Your hype man get his mug clapped
I'll do a square dirty hanging behind Will
(wheel) that's a mud flap
But the fans dick ride him, like "He's a vet
He spit fire"
Well watch me OD before the season
Nigga: Len Bias don't try it wit' us
Couple sticks when we slidin' up
2 Ks hittin' everything like
When the sliders up
But, you're a shotta right? Stop the hype
'Cause soon as I bust a move with the four
Will (wheel) skates: I'm Hitman Holla nice
No respect for him
I'll X you out have your set mourning
Pen, you let Ill in Team Homi?
I should give you lead Poison
I got the little nine, compact, mini size
Ditch that
The shit I ride back with BIG: Hypnotize
We all strapped, shit'll fly, niggas live
Even my miss carry (miscarry)
You won't make it out this bitch alive
I came back with the K out
This is a prison escape
I'll put one up north, then your atic'll
(Attica) breakout get laid out
That little piece won't make the kill
But the shit I carry under would
(Carrie Underwood)
Then let Jesus take the Will (wheel)!
I'm fo' real
For real, you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide or I'll do the job
You decide, kill yourself!

What in the fuck happened?
Never mind, I don't wanna
Talk about the shit, i hate that
Y'all motherfuckers OD'in on Rum
Cause y'all ain't have no straight Yac
My nigga Zay had a "Nino on
The roof" line against you
You tweaked it and said it to
Ave to take my nigga's spot
It's like my mans own a car
Dealership and you a thief
Seeing this how you stole from my nigga Lot'
You good in the small room
Get on the big stage then a
Nigga like Rex kill you
How y'all gon' put dude on now?
Another Crip nigga scared to catch a body
That's Snoop on trial
Oh you tough Nitty? I can't tell fam'
Strap around his head
Point it down at him like Quailman
Oh you tough Nitty? I bet you hardly fight
I'm in Phoenix with a nine shootin'
I'm Dan Majerle nice
You ain't tough Nitty, I think you actin' out
I was 15 when my mama was findin'
Them same type burners you rappin' 'bout
Between Pontiac and New Orleans? Crazy
Little shit starter
Sellin' weed on Bourbon Street
That's a French Quarter
I don't like none of you niggas
That nigga Mackk my homie
I ain't acting funny
As far as the east coast if you ain't Team
Homi or Wolf then back up from me
I let two fours bang, New York slang
You gon' be a dead ass if you act a donkey
Gritty type, I'm tryna fuck Nitty wife
He mad, the piece will get him high
He'll live a hippie life hit him twice
Bullets rip through tissue
Leave his kidney sliced i'm in a fortune
Tellin' these hoes to keep the strap
On 'em: that's a Gypsy dyke
Pussy! fuck is you talking 'bout? Where KG?
Hey yo Kevin will this power forward show you
I'm the OG that I Hawk 'em out?
Atlanta Hawks, you know Kevin
Willis, power forward, OG, atlanta Hawk
It's crazy cause
I can pull a 40 too and land a Hawk
Hey Will check
I'll put something in his head
It's not a tumor if I hit him
Docs gon' need Rum in the OR it's not a rumor
If you see choppers, you gon' need doctors
I fixin' to put my shoe in this pussy
That's a peach cobbler
My nigga Ray from Fenkell
(Finkle)? He know bullets
Dan Marino bullets, accuracy, no leeway
Shit got his head hangin'
Out the window while
He driving: Ace Ventura on the freeway
You see this though? How they go crazy
After this shit y'all gon' have
To heighten the fee
Red head chick in Sister Act cause none
(nun) nicer than me
How you gon' fuck with me?
You can't get wit' him
I was his gunner cause he
Knew I kill whether I
Was on stage or in the whip with him
You can't step to me, nice weaponry
Words heavenly i told my nigga what I be
Doin' when I got here (What's that?)
Bodying (body in) this bitch like a pregnancy
I come to your house, me myself and my beam
Droppin' shit in your yard Me Myself & Irene
Talkin' 'bout how your TEC spit
Nigga you ain't gon' stretch shit
If Will took a bullet from him
He was an extra on Fresh Prince
Nine grip, spine hit
No talking just arms stutterin'
Like a mime glitch
I catch him rappin' on his block like "Oh
I think he want a Jihad"
You came to Smack fiendin' for
Roc now you got Ill
That's Pookie in the rehab
Hey you wanna trade meat seekers
Heat seekers or meat cleavers? Let's
Have a gruesome time
Shotgun buck at your nose
Who wanna do some lines?
I ain't with the game
I'm really with the shit
I got proof on cam' that I've been
In them Troy Ave type incident
So nigga watch your tone before my
Dawg bring the K to ya
And have me assaultin'
(a sultan?) a west nigga like Saudi Arabia
I got different ethnic groups that I can get
To get you touched up fuck the Jamaican rum
I got a shot of Puerto Rican
Rum that'll get you fucked up
I'm in yo' hood, big sack
Probably have a brick around me
If y'all was the Laxative Gang y'all wouldn't
Take the shit up out me
Killin' me? That got's to be dreams
My hypotheses leans towards me
Turning Rum invincible and
ODin' on him that's a Constantine scene
The jig up
Louisville bat fuckin' these ribs up
KC Anthony vision gone
I can't see how I been fuckin' these kids up
Two timin', I'm strapped, two 45
357 I'm two timin'
Rum runnin' like Lucky Luciano 'til
My dude find him let 8 off
(Adolf) before I skate off
Now his jewels (Jews) mindin'
Put Rum in the back across state lines
I'm moon shining
Nigga just worry about what I'm saying
And don't worry about what I got on
But, if you is worried
It's this dick for yo' moms
You bitch-ass nigga!

Y'all gave cuz from the slum slums
That dump guns in tum tums for hun-buns
Will get stupid
I'll let this open up Ill lid or it
(illiterate) air heads with a dum dum!
I was up in the hotel
Loadin' rounds for cousin
Big rounds I'm stuffin'
They say Ill in the lobby
I grab the nose runnin'
I'm coming down with somethin'
Let fo' split him
Go across your dome 'til it swole drippin'
They ain't even recognize you was Ill
No symptoms niggas know I don't play
Cain in the liquor store
When I let the 40 go, break
The Desert Eagle 24K think Drake label
I hold the gold bird over yo' (OVO) face
Blaow! The hammer burst
Show you how the ladder work
Pull up with it
Whoever in front get injured:
That's the Madden curse i bag you first
Try to take mine I'm flippin'
Show out what's hangin' off the belt next
It's suicide if he try robbin' William
(Robin Williams)
I body clowns, death the only option now
Chopper loud
Black capo, El Chapo style you copy now?
Clips hold a lot of rounds
Soon as I catch Ill, nine'll
(Na Na) go off: Foxy Brown
You see me spazzin'
I'll drawn down on 'em squeeze the ratchets
Both shootin'
I line up the arms like Adidas jackets
I go live for real
So if you're looking for a homi
You chasing waterfalls this how these
Bitches get bodied clear
Listen pimpin', these shotgun
Shells runnin' backs, i'll Ricky Williams
Or a big MAC, throw 18
Will'll really be feelin like a semi hit him
Use your dome, 'for I pistol whip it
Gun butt, the ass sit
(acid) on his forehead like he Jimi Hendrix
The punchline really kill him
Cause it had a BIG setup like Diddy did it
I wish a big nigga try to act live
So I can 357 one
(350, 7'1") , thinkin' he Shaq size
Scrap why? Let a hundred out the strap fly
Clip like a half moon
Walk up and make you back slide
You think your man fire, I'll cook him
Niggas know I come out fighting
Vampire in Brooklyn get your shit pushed in
I got hot ones and the heat still (steel)
Still I'm sayin' if I get the Temptation
I gotta let 'em Free Will
Get you slayed, the tool blaze a few spray
Put two across the front of a Yac nigga
That's what the deuce say (D'ussé)
Fuck you! I'll lay a pussy out stretched
The first round in your chest Ill
Rookies vers' Vets
You vex? Fuck what you feel like
Nitty grip the steel tight peel twice
Trust me it done killer is
Something you ain't built like
I pop shit up real life
Remind you of a whip in London
How the shotgun left Will (wheel) right
I'm real nice
My niggas are hittin' Michigan now
Havin' squeezin' in the glove like
Simpson on the trial blaow!
All I do is clap niggas
I'm good with the Hollow
It goes through the Yac nigga
Like Goodz did the bottle
Bitch I already told 'em
I'm 99% gun line the other one is the slogan
Kill yourself

Shut your punchline bitch ass up
I mean we like it but it ain't
That often that the stuff is tough
To be Frank Nitty, I kill your kin
Nitty and it's inces i'm just playin'
I'm 'bout to fuck you up
It's Training Day if I come to your do'
Crooked 12 bury him
Denzel can't get money from under the flo'
Y'all know "Training day, crooked 12, Denzel
Money from under the floor" that
Was some slick shit that's the last time I'm
Bringing anything back
Cause he be doin' that bitch shit
Don't talk while I'm rappin', I'll fight
I'll ruin his plans
Ricky Bobby first interview
You wouldn't know what to do with these hands
Sleep on anything that I'm sayin'
Then these'll wake him up
Treat your jaws like Debo and Felicia scrap
The knee'll (Nia) break 'em up
He cross me, he better leave, jet speed
I'll have my dog bothering your family
That's a pet peeve big funny forty
Mo'nique I'm on some slick shit
Oh we thought I forgot the K bow!
Left him open minded
It ain't my op' to miss sticks (optimistic)
Flame his top like Ghost Rider
Oh yeah the chrome is with me
Take his Face Off, nickel his
(Nicolas) cage then I'm Gone In 60
I'm that National Treasure they
Been lookin' for Rum
Anywhere I go I'm the bomb there
Oh you been in jail?
I lift this inmate in the sky that's Con Air
I play the hand I was dealt
I'd rather stay in Solitaire
Than cut him like
Spades you know I'm 'bout that life
But, I'll still pull his bitch, poke her
(Poker) face and pull his card off the
Gin Rummy ain't bout that life
You wanna bang nigga? Bang
Come outside and stack in my face
I'll let a shell burst
Break your hands and turn them
C's the other way
Jaz you want a Chanel purse?
I'm in your OG house
I'll tell you why yo' mama scared of me
Old 50 bustin' in her face I'm Ron Jeremy
I got new straps, fresh prints
(Fresh Prince) , the semi splittin' him
Watch Will bring these boys to men
(Boyz I I Men) like Nicky christening
Aye man, they promoted me quick as a killer
I wasn't even on the job long
My arms out your arms gone
Turn Rum to bob Oblong
Oh you west west, I guess you think you 2Pac
Well I'll shoot two Glocks and
Leave you two shot
I can tell your cloth ain't cut
For longevity like when FUBU dropped
Nigga who you got? KG? Y'all
Niggas act like boyfriends
Which one of y'all niggas play the king?
Cause, I got a Freddy Mercury 40 that'll
Play lead singer for the Queen
It's about respect tho', it's more than paper
I send you to watch your maker, I got a
White boy that'll put a Colt 45 in Rum
He want a boilermaker
I ain't playin', I ain't got hit him
Ain't no need for dumpin' the heat
Traffic in China
Your chin'll get stuck in the street
I'll hit your papa with the pump
This shit fun believe me
Niggas who think they buff get
Bagged well done and easy rum ya cheesy
But I got something in the plans
Two pistols
So I brought something for your mans
Spider Man sex tape
You'll be fucked on the web if I come
(cum) with something from the hand
I'm berserk
Come to your house your wife alert
But, you gon' see the riffle first
On God you gon' lose everything in
Your core in the end
(Corinthians) but this ain't a Bible verse
You testin' my patience bitch
Smack ain't make this pick
I'm Pontiac mixed with a little
Bit of revelation shit my man blast from his
(blasphemous) left and right like
A reckless Atheist
You know what I'm sayin' bitch?
My niggas pressed to get at you
Oh yeah they know you shook
They can see it in your glare
They pressed to get at you
President statue I set 'em
Free you'll be leakin'
(Lincoln) in the chair
Nigga, who you barkin' to hoe?
The Larkin do blow i keep pullin'
It look like a ten year old walkin' Cujo
I see myself, all in hoein' your clique
Smokin' yo' shit
Foldin' yo' whip, 22 to your daughter
44 to yo' bitch then I give you a ring
From another number like
"Bro' I let my phone in your whip"
Carpentry on his chest
Felon with a hammer I'm dominatin'
Same shape holes fill with
Metal call that contemplatin'
I'm back bitch! I go well and proper
I go well with choppers, Ill Will with lamas
I turn Don Cheadle crib to Hotel Rwanda
I been fuckin' that little skank ass hoe
Her and Rum they stay beefin'
This dick keep her away from Rum
More than an AA meetin'
You mad nigga? Well I'm glad nigga
Cuz I ain't braggin'
You come to my hood and I ain't dappin'
Shots fly
Turn True Religion into a Kanye fashion
Burst pipes I doubt if you really get it
Shakin' like a stripper on the first night
Y'all just holla real
Just a stripper hoes talkin' shit 'til I put
The green light on 'em like Dollar Bill
Just worry about what I'm sayin' nigga
Don't worry about what I got on
But, if you is worried
It's this dick for your mom's mom
You bitch ass nigga

They say Nitty gon' run outta bar soon
Cause I been hittin' shit for months
Not true, Math Hoffa excuse
Staying hungry is the secret to the punch
I been grippin'
Dawg lift up from the side like a Pit pissin'
Fuck a scuffle
I come off the buckle snappin' Sid Vicious
Bitch nigga get disfigured
A hundred in the clip
It lick long as a Kiss member
They gave me Clips? Nigga?
Then they brought me here with him
Cryin' Indian
This trash gon' make me drop a tier
(tear) again fuck what he talkin' 'bout
I'm the next best pen respect that
Bringin' in the whole west west
With me all jet black
Runnin' down on your set catch 50
I air bags come out
Will don't wanna catch wreck with me
And I empty, nigga play if you want
And I lick a shot
Soon as you call your Jamaican for Rum
Where you from, get killed over kicks
Bogus shit no flu game
But they show you how to steel
(still) play if your Jordan's sick
I tell you you a bitch
Then these hands follow
Fast combo, nasty right, caught
Ill in the mouth, that's Mono
Get clapped pronto, call him up
And I leave your Jamaican
Smokin' that's Fronto
I keep shells for bitches
I makin in the point to take you
Out in Brooklyn so I'm darin'
(Daron) Williams
Your family'll get air with millas
I run in and let my man end his
(Menendez) brothers
I'm an apparent (a parent) killer
Leave your whole mid section cleared out
They'll see smoke comin' out your back Will
(wheel) if I peel out
Steel out, hop out the van with that flyin'
The stick bodyin' Will
(stick body in wheel) that's a handicap sign
Make you kiss the strap then shoot
The grill 'a (Gorilla) get shot by the kid
That's Cincinnati Zoo
But all your shit is basic you
Simple minded if Will amaze you
'Til I get the swingin'
Ball bat I Willy Mays (will amaze) you
I really blade you
Have you pourin' on screen like Wayne did it
Try to wrestle, it'll fire from off the
Buckle like Kane entrance
But, your strap blammin'
That's ass backwards
Rakim Sprite commercial how your can' jammin'
Keep your head up and see a hand cannon
This a game you ain't chose
To play like ask Madden two MACs at him
But, if I put the guns up that'll
Be bad friendi'll come back stabbin'
West west hashtag it
I already told 'em bitch kill yourself

Somethin' just fuck me up
And it just hit my head
I told the nigga I been drill
I wasn't just born gutta
When you see Will back
Smokin' then burn rubber
Don't that sound like something he just said?
Fuck it nitty when I be fuckin' your mama
This what it sound like
She be feelin' a certain way about it
Cause you be in the other room
But, I make the whore accept it
She loves when I bust in
Her mouth and sooth her
Throat she got me stored in
Her phone as "Chloraseptic"
You mad Nitty? Well I'm glad Nitty
You mama pussy so good
I won't mind being yo' dad Nitty
I'm talkin' 'bout, pay all the bills
Play catch with you
Drop you off to class Nitty
Anytime I wanna give up on
You as a Cripping son
I just glance over at that ass nigga
Enough about my bitch tho'
Y'all see Nitty vs Steams?
Dawg this nigga said "Jordan in the flu
Game you'll get the 38 playin' sick"
I said "god daaamn!" this nigga came with
His gun out with a full clip
Well listen here, you wanna be Mike?
A bald head'll have you
Flyin' through the sky
With your tongue out for that Bull shit
Pull quick, one sway I'm fuckin' 'em all up
40 on point like Shawn Kemp
Bringin' the ball up
Aww fuck, they done woke up the commando
Rambo hit him on side of
His whip in the west
He ain't had to stomp out Orlando
Cans blow big heater
Ya bitch try to run I bet the fifth reach her
I killed Magic, Ars
Now you bitch? I'm the Crip (crypt) keeper
Magic killed you, Rex killed
You, O-Red killed you, danja Zone killed you
Oh but you with URL they
Investin', they lovin' you, huh?
We need a mandatory election
Respiratory infection Chess
(chest) was fuckin' you up
Oh you mad nigga? Well I'm glad nigga
45 in his face I bet he'll beg
I'll hate the pump ugly with this
Ratchet like Peggy in bed
But oh you Tom Cruise with the Risky Business
Fuck a movie nigga I'm really wit it
You got a lil' girl
Lil' boy in ya house this handgun 'll
Turn to Chris Hanson any minute
What you wanna do?
We ain't on neutral ground
I can get Smack hit in Traffic if I wanted to
Oh you got the 45 in your
Coat? And you bust it too?
This nigga playin' with it rum
In Coke it's nothin' new full toy
Another contract kill is what
Bring my dude joy
Spot him at the bitch long stick
Catch everything in the water like a pool boy
I hate to hit you but I got to
You ungrateful bitch you pretty Desi
She pretty and she made to fit you
See try angles
(triangles) so I let her (letter) in the
Middle like a Free Mason symbol
I deserve honor
This pussy probably curve drama
I burst Llamas i always got the strap on
My like like Verb mama
If I show the face, then you get the bookin'
Black MAC barkin' in his face
That's Bernie on Cuba Gooding
Don't be a menace nigga these bars
But, you grown ass barely can step
Off the porch you Bartholomew
Cans is spittin', if I put something to his
Head it ain't a aneurysm
If I hand cock on you all
(wall) it ain't vandalism
Aye yo, I'm grabbin' torpedoes
My raps is fo' below
I'm sellin' that rock but
I ain't actin' Hovito
You clappin' at me hoe? But ain't
Half of my fee tho' i'll put Rum in a shaky
Situation and ice this fruit
Let's have a Mojito
Llama out, I'll show you what I'm about
K clip hangin' like my dick
Walkin' through yo' mama house
Troops in the Tahoe and two cans'll follow
Hit his right, he won't be able to turn
Left like a Zoolander model
This nigga don't hurt me when
I'm everywhere the work be
He can bring 300 the snub nose steel
(still) ring all over your face like Xerxes
This hoe 30, OK this where the shit switchin'
All you talk about is guns
All I used to use was guns big difference
They miss that feel that you can't give 'em
That's why I got to switch that up
This all "I get it jumpin'
For the quarter off
The top cause I" Shut you bitch ass up!
Hoe ass nig hey Smack I thought
I was your gunner nigga
I helped keep this shit alive
Nigga Mook and Lux askin' for 50 y'all
Get mad when I ask for 5?
I thought I was your gunner Smack
You said you believed in me
I put up a couple Tweets now
I'm blocked from season 3?
I thought I was your gunner Smack
I was born savage
I come back you got gay bow tie
And niggas and Christian porn addicts
I thought I was your gunner Smack
I really thought I was your gunner
These niggas do diss tracks see the nigga
And y'all ain't do shit to 'em
I go in a nigga's shit and do a
Diss track about shit I did to 'em
I thought I was your gunner Smack
I was on my job nigga
Got all these niggas talkin' about that dope
Like they can't get robbed nigga
I thought I was yo- you know what?
I don't even wanna put it on the flo'
Cause if I put it on the flo'
I wanna put on a show
And I don't do interviews and blogs
I don't stress nonsense
So this gon' be my party and this is our
Press conference
Here goes the rules y'all included
Raise your hand I'll point at
You we open discussion
Say your name and where you from
Then ask me your question y'all ready?
Is y'all motherfuckers ready? Let's go

Mo Mula from the Bronx what you
Tell a nigga gettin' beat up?

C'mon man it gotta be URL
Pertaining i should've stopped you
If this was Facebook or Twitter
I would've blocked you okay next question

Why we ain't battle on UFF?

Some lame bitch shit
I made some motherfuckin' Tweets
Niggas got mad
I show up and I ain't had no plane ticket
I came to motherfuckin' BET like, "Laura
Somebody's tryin' to blackball me"
She said, "Blackball you? Oh, that's a no go
But, you know they do they shit on the
Regular so they had to call Sno
But, I will see you my nigga
But it wasn't on me
These niggas was mad at me cause
I want to be free i'm like, "Damn bruh
I can't do my thang?" That ain't-they
Tryin' to do some slick shit
Y'all don't be mad when Clips
Be doin' that bitch shit
Next question! White guy in the back!

Why didn't Magic show up? St louis bennet

Oh man, you should've learned from him
They would've stopped you
If this was Facebook or Twitter
I would've blocked you
Last question just cause you
Asked that bullshit, i'm out

This nigga dead why you still rock wit him?

One hundred you know what?
I call my Jamaican y'all i said
"Bro what's happenin'? You know I'm waitin'
On it wit a full clip"
Y'all know what he said? (What'd he say?)
Nothin' cause I gotta watch y'all to make
Sure they ain't on no bullshit
Yak Town in this bitch!