URLtv, JC, Chilla Jones - JC vs. Chilla Jones lyrics

I used to say it was hard to look at a nigga
And tell who capable of aimin' the chrome
But, if we both said we sparkin'
That's like Martin: they all
Know you playin', jerome
And I know where you stayin', Jerome
I'm a cash crook, I can get your stash took
You don't want your apple in your
Lap, then when I air MAC's, book
I mean, image ain't everything, right?
But, you nowhere close to tough
What you got
A couple schemes and some slow it downs?
Nigga, you rap slow enough
See, you the type we can tell frontin'
I got Hell crumplin' this Training Day
I see anything or smell somethin'
We clappin' birds like Denzel comin'
So nigga, talk or sit the fuck down if
You ain't tryna get involved
‘Cause, I will drop this fag with one


Shot 'til the chin chilla soft
Now wait, we all heard Ciddy say that, right?
He said it ‘cause a chinchilla's soft
I said it ‘cause the chin on Chilla's
Soft and we all know Chilla's soft
Nobody feelin' Chilla
But Chilla feel he the realest out
‘Cause he spit filler
But that shot to Chilla chin
Gonna knock the filling outta Chilla mouth
Let's pop it, see
You gotta convince these real
Niggas that you a
Real nigga and the best way
To do that… be real, nigga
So let me guess, you got rocks to move?
You sell it? You on the block with tools?
Armed with Glocks to shoot?
Stop it! For profit you seem like
You would drop some dudes'
Names in this game, try to tell
Them knuckles leave him balled up
Like when Sonic boost
Or I could make a phone call
Get this lame fag murked
Bang metal like a train crash
I bang mags, let that thang blast
Hit niggas and the clip bigger if I aim bad
See, in my own eyes I done
Noticed the top spot get rusty
So I'm cocky, ‘cause ain't enough
Niggas to stop me, trust me
Plus you do minimal damage, b
I mean damn, it's me, the fans'll see
Beef? I'll let hammers speak
We all know Boston can't handle heat
So once that chrome spit, his dome split
I'm a boss, ten'll leave his bean baked in
A box since he homesick
Now, why every time a nigga
Gets close to another nigga
He gets certified for actin' tough?
But what about that other
Nigga that don't budge
‘Cause he already know the
Nigga actin' tough?
I'ma tell this fag actor once:
Get out of line, pass or bump
I'ma react with the fastest punch
They ain't gon' have no choice
But to turn this bitch
From Smack to Snuff – you just lost round 1

I rap depressin' and lack aggression
Right? Simple well, I punch nice as Kimbo
Homie, you wanna bet? It's curtains
I'll bring pain if you try and win dough
You couldn't duck these bars and
Now your life's in limbo
See, my men so un-fucking-stoppable
That when I tell 'em bring heat to
The crib he in it's nothin' tropical
The topic though, I belong in every top five
But since you close to the Motor City
I'll show you I got drive
My shorty hood with junk in her trunk
The flair concealed
With a silence to muffle her sound
So break if she air the steel
So don't bump her, look near her grill
And forget her number
Tryna ask'll offend her more
Than starin' will she get a tonic and gin
Then when it's gone and expired
I'll spoil her with the D, Cal
'til she's exhausted and tired
You rep Pontiac on that G shit
But you don't own a gun, liar
So I'ma give this G six for
Y'all thinkin' that son fire
And here's why you ain't a punchliner
‘Cause versus Time Bomb you said:
"When I come around
That jazz go out the window, nigga
I'm Uncle Phil"
But usin' bars like that against me
And you'll be done for from what I've seen
Jazz be gettin' thrown out the front door
So why would you say window?
Well, this reason makes the best sense
You from the Glove
Right? So you never seen fresh prints
He stepped tense, what it is then
G? I'm real too them slimes keep one mag
Get scum bagged with that steal too
So act filthy rich or talk
Grimy they'll kill you
That's for a stack, dirty
So imagine what a mil do
See, children created the rules
I'm a straight threat you beat Raw, now they
Thinkin' you ill? Well, i'm the AIDS test
I'm on my Bean Town shit, cover his eyes
To squeeze the pump on his
Tongue like Dee Brown kicks
Let's cut the clown shit
Carter, you'll do anything for big bills
Vince in his prime: he want a
Fast break to win mils
But, I heard you down with Battle America
No promo but for a belt and some kicks
He'll do what ever sin say, like a dojo
Boston!

I hate all your fuckin' schemes
Let me slow it down… I
Hate all your fuckin' schemes
You do exactly what I think you gon’ do
Y'all just took another hit
Feel how y'all want to about Chilla
I just think y'all booked another bitch
‘Cause when they want a nigga to kill
I'm the crook they come and get
‘Cause like that ho on Don't Be A
Menace I be cookin' up some shit
Now, y'all don't even know
Who y'all steppin' to
You realize I can do anything y'all
Come up with? Better too
He wifed a bitch off Facebook
Now I bet you gon’ regret it too
‘Cause she just tryna get poked
So she'll net work 'til we
All get effin' blue
Now, look, y'all get that
‘Cause the F icon is in a blue box
Right? That's how I'll do it
We all know his type
This faggot will keep goin'
Like, "I hit her on Twitter
Got at his BM through a DM and that bird blew
Now regardless of how black plan it
We mob, nigga, violate my space
And he gon' always have to watch
His back like Tom picture see, that's Chilla
The Boston battle scene is
The worst thing poppin'
You play for the worst team and
You the third string option
You gettin' your ass whooped
And everybody on the first team watchin'
Bitch, we clap hammers here
Batman premiere: that clip release got
At least thirteen droppin'
Now, I watch URL often, so I know your quotes
And you told Cash death come in threes
So that's exactly what I hope you wrote
See, these niggas let anybody approach 'em
We approach with toast
Send him home to coach
'Til the dock off the rivers
Hope them hoes can float
There won't be shit left
To disclose your ghost, hit plenty more
Them actin' bitch gon’ need Demi
Moore to disclose your ghost
Look, death come in threes
Now, Demi Moore got two
Movies: Disclosure and Ghost
Get it, disclose your ghost?
Moral of the story is
Get this close you're ghost
It's an honor for you to meet me
I'm the next problem run in your crib
Pop your mom: I'm your step father
Drop Jones in this ring
Remind him of when he met Tarver
I'm a new nigga, fresh lines
But not one nigga ahead cut like
Me: I got the best barber
You tryna graduate
But I make that test harder
Goin' bar for bar for respect
I kill niggas, that lead pop
Red Foxx: I'm puttin' arms to his chest
Now, the fans can make it a classic
But the rest of you and your mans debatin'
‘Cause you see-through, I seen you
Sacrificial laminated
I said, you see-through
I seen you as a sacrificial lamb and ate it

You can do what I can do
That's your idea of clownin' Chilla?
Well, I can do what you can do
But, I don't have room in
My rounds for filler
You cocky, but let's admit it
Your brain is really gone, cuz
You thinkin' you can stop me
Bro? He must be on drugs think about it
He hopin' his career gon' blow with Smack
The first battle we seen from
Him he was smokin' crack
Eventually he had Raw and he
Was dope with that but coke is back
These lines got 'em tryna
Keep they nose intact
You just sour ‘cause Factor got a
Lot more respect for me
Well, since you feelin' yourself
I gotta kill you for X to see
I clap shots, so when you reach Heaven
You can rep your team in
The skies like a mascot
Cats thought I'd give this coward a chance
I tell my guys pull close range
Tower in France: you'll get an eye full
But speakin' of France, your ex is from Paris
They shoulda told you 'bout your last wife
We used to record her, shit
We made a flick last night
She keep a tube of K
Why? She the take-it-in-the-ass type
She's a French whore and, trust me
Whoever bag pipes off the base you be mad
Hype, they like, "Be calm, bro!"
But, you didn't, so they banned yo' ass
From goin' where the bong go
Steal a P and O or dub
Sacks and watch that war begin
If we don't get our loot
Then we shootin' up that Accord he in
I snuck that 40 in, we drum sets, firin'
I'll punch through son chest
Hit his organs and get violent
'Til there's bruises on this square and
He loses all type of air
Then when they pronounce him dead it'll
Be music to my ears but, if he survive
I grab the knife and poke
Some holes in his top
While he in that hospital bed
Then his pulse gonna stop they sayin'
"Breathe! Breathe!" but he froze in a shock
Like a Celtics player
Now you gettin' coached by the doc
Stop! See this? This the try-me face
Get your life erased pencil style
Like a stencil how your body trace
If I peek inside that Jeep you
Drive and I see papes
I'ma follow you with that chopper
Like a high-speed chase i need space for JC
Right? Mr ain't Lose a Round?
Against Mr jump to Top Tier
From the Proving Grounds?
You understandin'? What I fire I call Mariah
What I carry gon’ get you broke
Up if I dump the cannon

In my first two rounds I showed y'all
It was easy to do what they do
That's how the game go
But what type of nigga would I be
If I ain't give you the nigga you paid for?
I been too nice
Hopefully your supporters can keep
You clothed and fed it's my turn to spit
That permanent casket close his bed
What, y'all thought there was more to this?
Honestly? This boring bitch
Boy, we 'bout to send this bitch
Back packin' on some Dora shit
What, you gon’ flip and spazz out? Bitch
Don't try us there's four niggas in each car
With about six mo' riders
We heavy armed, like Precious
Extend mo' fire the wrong turn
Then Yak all in your backseat:
I'm Pinky limo driver
Glocks out, car jack, hop out
Take me to this bitch set
I'm tryna get his whole strip wet
He was cruisin' till his ship wrecked
Hit me, you gon’ get hit next
Stomp him but leave him choices
Timberland or Nike? Face the tree
Or get chin checked?
And won't no nigga miss him
‘Cause he not sick
Ignore all this nigga's symptoms
I catch Chilla chillin'
That fifth clap, boy
That bitch kick back like
It's chillin' with him
I hope you and your bitch get a sweet start
I'ma off your main bitch, I got street smarts
‘Cause, I'm a street star like
The Walk of Fame hawk the brain
You'll catch a shell for nothin'
You can tell he frontin'
That long nose could prob'ly shoot Homer
Head out the barrel of it
All this real shit, that ain't you
You ain't make money, it made you
And you let it change you
‘Cause to get ahead you flip and tell
That's what change do
I will get this boy chalked
Snatch him and his boy heart
When that TEC scream, leave a wet scene
‘Cause like Seth Green I make toys talk
Massachusetts, that's my destination
His Boston home took him out on that same
Pillow he was talkin' on
But it was witnesses outside
We had to plug a few screams
It's nothin' new
It's actually become a comfortable thing
See, it's niggas with switchblades
You get cut if you seen
I edit the whole block
Extend a few clips just to cut a few scenes
You a bitch, that's why we laugh, cousin
Every nigga out my class stuntin'
That's somethin' this nigga front
Like Rosa Park we send him back bustin'
You thought you was winnin'? Never
I'm a sore loser: I lose, you leave sore
These niggas with whatever
I'm Tim T with that shotgun
But my precision better
Or I call my nigga Beasy
And that twelve will let loose
One pump like Cinderella
Now, let me let y'all know
How this tragedy ends
I wanna go get drunk, and I asked
Norbes if we could do this battle
We not on PG so don't ask me again
And I never feel like I lost
But unless it's a clear 3-0 body
Bag no one actually wins
Now, as far as this nigga
I'm deletin' his number
You Tom-Myspace-swag having-ass nigga
This does not mean we automatically friends

The Total be two K's (B2Ks)
We handle MAC's well (Maxwell) and clap heat
So when C air a (Ciara) round
What I'm aimin' will leave your baby face
(Babyface) on that black street (Blackstreet)
But, you like battle rap Silk
‘Cause them bars you be spittin' soft
Soon as I sat in the chair to write
This nigga lost they persuade
(suede) you to get caught
In (cotton) this trap, no gettin' off
I will dent him (denim) for nothin'
I'm cut from a different cloth
See, this a loss you shoulda planned for
But we all know you're good with defeat
(da feet) we all seen you on the dance floor
But before I say "Fuck JC
And everything he stand for"
Let's talk about what else them
Letters JC could stand for
Jones chillin', Jordans clean
Takin' shots of Jose Cuervo
He's a joke ‘cause he be just
Crumpin' like a motherfuckin' weirdo
If he jump crump
Try to shoot me with heaters
He gettin' jigged, chopped, jugular cut
With a blade in his back
Now he Julius Caesar but let's be precise
You ain't like Caesar the leader type
The fans think you walk on water
I guess you Jesus Christ
That's what you sellin'? Well
We don't buy bull
We're just to real to pay – you datin' Jaz?
Well, even if you and that virgin marry
(Mary) , I still feel you gay
Yo' heater outside, my scouts ride
Before that firearm'll get in
(Armageddon) , I'll impale you, J
So cross me with that hammer
I'll spin Julian in reverse and nail you
(U) , J
That's crucifixion if you knew religion
You would get the lesson
But since I got you here, my nigga
I got a big confession
I'm the one your chick is pressin'
She be out here dick hoppin'
Every Sunday she hit me and
We get shit poppin' i scream
(ice cream) when she go nuts on
My jimmy without her lips stoppin'
She a Dairy Queen
That's why I got her in my whip toppin'
That clip poppin'
One word and watch them goons begin
To shoot and rob Julian for
Every fuckin' jewel he in
I hate callin' you Julian
It doesn't fit you truly
So I ain't callin' you Julian
I'ma call you Julie
Now, as far as battle rap
In the Bean I'm the king
If you took my crown, Julie
You'd be queen of the ring
But them dwellers and misfit's ain't
With all that jazz, julie
With that 40 I'm precise with
Better aim than a QB
Bullets ring, if they miss murk up the hall
Better hustle or they abusin' you
See, you're a star with the heart to flow
But, I know you fear a funeral
Remorse is rare and unusual
Against hood policies
I came to turn your sorry-ass gang
Into a pile of G's (apologies)
So where you from? Wait
J dilla and Proof state?
Well, I'ma son you here
Let me reverse that and run through clear
I hear you, son, but state
Proof that you a dealer, j
They get weight from you, where?
I had it backwards and ran
Them words back fuckin' berserk
So tell M ciddy that's how
You punch in reverse!

You just lost the battle