URLtv, Nu Jerzey Twork, T-Top, Calicoe, Murda Mook - Murda Mook & Calicoe vs. T-Top & Nu Jerzey Twork lyrics

And when I tell y'all the Murda rate high
It ain't what Smack paid
I mean, we seen you throw a punch
But just tell 'em what happened backstage
I don't give a fuck what you
Did in the Bat Cave I don't give a fuck what
You did with Pat Stay
I don't give a fuck about no Mazie
I don't give a fuck about no Blackface
If you fall any way, it better be that way
MAC spray i already see they tactic
He's layin' stiff
Infrared when the pistol lifts
I'll put a beam on Mt rushmore
Like Richie Rich turn Joe Budden couch
Shit I'ma piss on his dreads in an open box
Put Cal' up in the air like
It comfortable up in there
Mook? I'd cut him from here
He'd get a drum from the Bear
I mean a whole lotta, chrome poppin'


You say you put your city on your back
Well I don't know 'bout ya
You the same nigga gettin'
Robbed for ya jacket
And almost gettin' ya dome shot up
We can't call that carryin' Harlem
Y'all trippin' even comin' here
Y'all both dyin'
Y'all was trippin' even gettin' in the plane
Like Joe Biden chrome firin'
This Fordham prep nigga can't
Even talk this gangsta
I ain't dissin' you cause
You a scholar Ancrum i'm just sayin'
Was it the college shit or the
Hollow tips cause he often changin'

Cafeteria? My ops was right across the table
When I was in school I could
Only think about my tool
We was all in danger
Even the pencil sharpener look
Like a revolver chamber
I got my first crib when I was 16
I was slingin' back then
Nigga tried to rob the crib one time
I had Nina's clappin' true story
He walked up the stairs like a sneaky bastard
But he went down the stairs
In a Slinky fashion
Cause you be gettin' cribs in ya bitch's name
Dawg we can't even speak the same
At 16 I was trappin' on my own
And used to keep the 'caine
Started swippin'
Prayin' to God that them visas came
Dawg I could probably get you a house
Heater bang boom, boom, two up in Hightower
It's gonna be a tragic story magnum on me
He in the hospital bed havin' mad convulsions
The chances of livin' for your man
Dark Dexter's Labratory
Compared to them you a small fry
I mean, this is Murda Mook
"The Greatest Of All Time"
In a big ass frame for Murda
(murder) Central Park 5
You still livin' off yo' daddy name and
The game that he passin' down
But he don't even look out for
BMF niggas that's still shackled down
I send out Cash App's every week
You better ask around
Green dots next to they name, I'm active now
Yo' dad's a clown he left y'all alone
He couldn't even child support ya
He wasn't around that often let you tell it
Yo' daddy started BMF and
That shit sound retarded
How he go from bein' a "lost
Nigga" to a founding father?

And you next to drop heckler pop
He at the faceoff tellin' me
"I mean you nice
But, you need to say somethin' extra hot"
Any of your advice die witchu
Your casket gonna be a suggestion box
But, you know when I get in that hut, hut
It gets super lit
Two this shit come and jump over Twork-
I'm talkin' static like a dispatch
I would've hit Smack like, "Book the battle"
And my favorite uncle Trick Trick voice
"I promise it won't be no mishaps"
I would've played that shit cool all the way
To the part we got to this at
They would've flipped the coin
And asked him what he got
T Top and Brizz back
Hold on, so I done put out WWWF
And told these niggas to
Do diss tracks and this nigga done did track
Since he think niggas blind
Like we ain't watch him with our
Own eyes drop the baton
Nigga talk about he ain't run
Well we gon' bring out the
Footage and hit rewind
It'll pick you up then drop you off
Fuck an Uber driver, when
I'm through with y'all
Only niggas who'll find ya is a scuba diver
You've been fuckin' up on the job
What you here to supervise him?
Soon as dawg (dog) do all that barkin'
You bet not get in a shoot out with him
And question if you don't see him fire

My nigga Mook mother died and still showed up
Prepared and y'all put her in the rap
So, ain't nobody tryin' to deal with-
Everybody gotta deal with death
You saw how I dealt with death
He done went in the
Crib and killed everybody
Forgot the whole plan
I be tellin' Beasley, "No"
With a straight face, i got my own band
This shit don't stop for no man
I went in the booth and bodied Surf
Like a rock and roll fan
They come with Twork 'til I slide and
Show 'em how the pole dance
Free Gee Weeter, I'ma stop on Rosecrance

It's funny how-
Nah, nah, nah, nah I got this shit
So I was lookin' at Brizz
Likehold on, hold on, hold on
You took his buffs off and rocked his shit
The funny part about it is Top is the
Only nigga that did not get hit
Nigga you in quicksand
Beasley talkin' 'bout you "battle rap
Juggernaut" nigga no you not
Come to find out this shit
Wasn't you or his plan y'all fake friendsLet
It blow 'til it ain't no mo' left in the 30
Y'all be stretchin' syllables but these
Rounds won't be wordy all he gon' hear is
Then I heard it was for
Cock fighting, I said, "You are a loser"
Nah, nah, nah he move birds
But just don't let him confuse ya
Cause this nigga really be fightin' chickens
Prepare ya fate
You was really out here cock fightin'?
Them poor chickens
You prolly scared them straight
You're a monster, a damn disgrace
I'll tell y'all what, I see
Him doin' that shit again
I won't spare him grace
Let me hear anything about cow
(Cal') and chicken he won't ever
See his parent's face
What the fuck you lookin' at bro
He's just sickenin'
I'ma come to whatever barnyard y'all got
Them animals atand free them bitches
I'm fightin' soon as a see a chicken
Like Peter Griffin
I sat in a baptism pool for ten minutes
My soul cleansed
When I scattered out the throwaways, I had
Two Glocks stashed in the box
They both twins mary-Kate
Ashley, take me back to my old
Take me back to them old days before
I ever had a whole brick i was a young Bizzy
Back in '99, Bears on the wall
Take me back to them road trips
See, these are two niggas I
Can never get along with
I grab Brizz machete so we
Can settle old shit

This a problem a machete won't fix
This old bitchwhy y'all hype him?
This nigga been pussy his whole career
Why y'all mad cause I don't like him?
You said, "I don't care how good you rap
If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan"
I think that statement's fresh
But yo' best friend got a
Whole chain snatched off him
There was no savin' Rex
A nigga took a whole coat off you
Brought it back to a battle and
Didn't get laid to rest
A nigga take his coat off me
He gotta pay his debt
Ain't no bringin' them jackets
Back like Avirex bang the TEC
This Piru, you think I can get a jacket took
Off me and go bang the set? I get DP
Circle right around the flag like Bangladesh
If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan
A pistol whipped yo' motherfuckin head
That was a hot topic
And then you went and did
A whole interview with him, cock ridin'
You gon' get pistol whipped by Math Hoffa
And go continue ya life Dot Mobbin'
I'm just tryin' to give him My
Expert Opinion and drop Knowledge
If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan
That's fictitious
Then the nigga gon' bet me $500 yesterday
This bitch trippin'
Talkin' 'bout I'ma choke in the battle
Nigga you got choked in
A battle big difference
Sig' liftin', nah, take the knife out
Stick tip in keep stabbin' 'Big Pimpin''
Bitch listen fuck is you doin'?
Talkin' 'bout you get paid more than Smack
No the fuck you don't
You practically built SMACK and he
Didn't get nothin' for it
Y'all GOAT really just a man
He's a fuckin' fawn you'se another pawn
Y'all GOAT really just a man
He's a fuckin' fawn and mad queer
You ain't God Tier or GOAT Tier you Gas Tier
Your first time battlin' outside of
New York was last year
This who the fuck y'all praisin'?
This nigga show up to battles 50
Deep just to keep him protected
This nigga only got ten battles
He ain't even been tested
Nigga, I'm the motherfuckin' GOAT
Most copied style in battle rap
This supposed to be yo' profession?
You had that durag on so long
It still ain't leave an impression?
You had that durag on so long
It still ain't leave an impression?
Nigga- go Top

I just saw- i said
For years SMACK was makin' bands off yo' dumb
Ass and he ain't split nothin' witchu
You was on every DVD, even the double issue
Couple battles way in the back
Other than that, they wasn't fuckin' witchu
You ain't no Harlem leader
If you the God of battle
Rap then we the nonbelievers concrete bitch
They was like, "Psst, why not Shine?"
They like, "You could've came with Goodz
Now y'all can't feel like we
Sleepin' on that theory, this shit is chess
We made a crazy decision
Now watch us live without regrets mag on 'em
This nigga all on Twitter talkin'
'bout we asked for 'em
Nigga subbed in Brizz for Twork
I guess he wanted to show his ass for us
Then put us on teams cause they
Ain't have a bag for us
Now let's talk for real
Niggas wanted to pass 4 for 20
Niggas knew we was gonna pick y'all off
To see Mook and Cal' touch down
Now you gotta bake his Beans lookin' ass
Puttin' him in a situation where he
Gotta think about who live
Now we seen you ain't a real nigga
You just gonna run up out the crib and leave
Mommy and sister to somethin'
They'll never forget
Nigga it ain't what it ain't
I fought Mook at Lucky's and I did what I did

It's just back then the bag wasn't
As big as it is but, you keep talkin' crazy
I'ma go forget what this is
All that disrespect gon' put you in
The same position as Brizz
Cause the clip hold 30
Especially when you are not doublin'
Smack hit me, i ain't even wanna be on
The line with this nigga
Then you had the nerve to bring
This fat ass nigga out when
I battled you and they literally
Called "time" on this nigga
It's a real (w) rap when you met a 4
(metaphor) I'm Calicoe (co) defendent
Bring the Lord to ya front door
But in order to get to
The root of the problem
You gotta show ya work nigga calm it down
Cause all that talkin' loud
That's gonna make me show you
This dead arm is wild
This shit'll drop Twork
(twerk) like an ex-stripper cool
With her father now run up on him, baow!
Right on the boulevard, his Sunset
I walk him down chances are he highly would
(Hollywood) be the first battle rap
Star on the ground nigga, it's a ledge
We be jumpin' out the window with our prices
After that- let me try playin' wit' a scheme
I told Brizz and Twork this is T work
Beasley tryin' to put y'all together like
You gon' worry us? Please
When we refer to y'all three
It's like explaining sex to ya child

Everybody said
"Bizzy you teamin' up Twork?" And
"He is not gonna prepare
I mean y'all could be battlin' Jesus Christ
And he is not gonna care
Now if he focused, I'm tellin' you
His stock would be there"
So since they got the scope on you bro
I got it from here the Glock will appear
Bitch I will actually hurt you
The ratchet will murk you
Kill Mook then dig a hole
Where I'm stashin' a burner
So you can get rid of Calicoe after the Murda
Now Brizz ran down on you, yo' bitch
And Rex at the WaWa store, right?
He wasn't playin' wit' y'all
He had a hammer
You had a hammer but wasn't sprayin' at all
That's all facts
Now let's see if we can make it a bar
(Murda Mook: A real hammer i'm just
Sayin'he had a nail hammer
T Top: yeah he was ready to take one of
Y'all niggas out fuck is you talkin' 'bout
Murda Mook: Go ahead
My fault i forgot this battle rappin'
T Top: Nobody gonna run down with a
Hammer and ain't planning on usin'
That bitch you just gotta think about
That i'm just puttin' that out
Murda Mook: He had a nail hammer i would've
Shot his dumb ass from across the street)
He had a hammer
You had a hammer but wasn't sprayin' at all
That's all facts
But let's see if we can make this a bar
Boy you- he caught y'all Boyz N The Hood and
You wouldn't let the Tre out the car
Mook and Twork start arguing about Mook
Talking during T Tops round
(T Top: He gonna talk the whole
Time he don't wanna hear this
Smack: We good, we good
We good let him rap go 'head
Murda Mook: You know-I'm sorry i apologize
T Top: Thank you murda Mook: I apologize
T Top: AIGHT! Stop! Murda Mook: Damn bro
T Top: Alright let me rap nigga you
Talkin' through my whole round you
Wanna have a conversation while I'm rappin'
Nigga? Let me rap aight)

He wasn't playin' wit' y'all
He had a hammer
You had a hammer but wasn't sprayin' at all
That's all facts
Now let's see if we can make it a bar
He caught y'all Boyz N The Hood and you
Wouldn't let the Tre out the car
See you might swing when the camera's on
But on your stand alone you wouldn't let yo'
Cannon blow or throw hands with bro
I understand it though on stage it's
"That nigga Raw buggin' he on somethin'"
So you got nervous and start punchin'
But we know a scared cat gon'
Scratch when the dogs comin' nigga! Nigga!
But, I thank you bitch
Cause if I would've never had fell they
Would've only remembered that swing you did
And I'd rather be the laughing
Stock before I let them
Have the thought that you
Did some gangsta shit you a bitch
And I can tell he wasn't made for this
Cause niggas mention my mama every time
I hit the stage with this
Even you mentioned her in the battle
At yo' state we did it was a blatant diss
I had to stand there and face the shit
So I don't wanna hear no sob
Stories when the tables switch
You don't think none of y'all
Bars be hurtin' our relationship?
Every time she watch her baby shit
She gotta hear some crazy shit
But, I stand here for the culture
And don't complain a bit this lame a bitch
Stumbles let's put moms to the side
How anybody gon' tell me that
A nigga mama that died
Is supposed to mean more than
A nigga who's mama's alive
I'll leave y'all to decide
Cause against Tay Roc- damn son-
T Top chokes you right, this is ya house
I just had to come renovate it
Y'all ain't got nothin' else goin'
On outside of battle rap
Y'all gon' be partners forever
Battlin' for generations
They gonna come get you for
Murda 50 years from now
There's no statue of limitations
Flip a K clip this cocksucker
This Smack old gunner versus the top gunner
The nigga that raise the roof
Versus the stock plummet
This AI gettin' crossed over by
Jordan by LeBron dunkin'
The nigga who only come to work when
He want versus the clock puncher
I put SMACK DVD outta era
This Netflix, this Blockbuster
This cocksucker
I don't wanna hear the noise he make
This tool will get raised
They at your funeral playin' blue
Grass like Boise State toys get blazed
You washed up, dawg dumb, ya all chumps
Ya whole family behind the hearse
Like a car club jersey

I remember nights I had Henny and
Kush to help me think faster
I was on a mix of oil
And gas like a weed whacker
I still sold small ass bags
That made the fiends madder chokes
Man, concrete man
Both teams arguing amongst each other
Before the round starts
I beat niggas outta order
I'm not even talkin' 'bout
This niggas daughter
Rather none of y'all niggas but no slaughter
Let me just rap and let them niggas record ya
The impact will hit Twork chest
Make his fuckin' back bend
Ambulance rush to the set but
They don't what's happenin'
Cause his body movin' in an awkward motion
The fans thought it was his slogan but no
Those was convulsions cause he
Wasn't Strapped In you stupid clown
All them funny moves and "baows"
I don't get that
Cause ain't nothin' funny on my side
Niggas will really move your baows
(bowels) to a shit bag
Shit bad, Summer Impact, Smack
We ain't forget it smack said
"We need something to clean our image
So look, we came up with this charity event
Look dawg there ain't even admission
Nigga this ain't even a scrimmage
This is Lebron and Jordan
Playin' some high school
Kids tryin' to help 'em with tuition
Look, you need to listen
When this battle is finished
I'ma be trendin' nigga
You gon' be in Trenton speakin' of Trenton
All the talent in ya city
Ain't lettin' none of them niggas
See no real light
But, you supposed to be real, right?
Just like you battle rap niggas
Be fake as shit and not
Address it up real nice
Always put ya hood on in these
Battles but never in real life
Twork, you grew up in the church

Guess this nigga reppin' the B and the C's
Aye, ain't yo' mother a fuckin' pastor?
All the sons and her son rap?
I sure got your mother tight
What, it's gonna take for you to die for
Her to see you in another light?
Since we on mothers, right
You should've been partnering with your moms
Cause at least you would've
Had a fuckin' partner
That would be good at remembering rhymes
Cause let you tell it
She the greatest of all at finishin' lines
Nigga mention my mom I told him
"OG i ain't gonna fuck up
The business this time
I'ma let niggas get it, it's fine"
But, I'ma give all of you advice
And this ain't no tough talk
'bout who was wrong, who was right
But nigga mention my mom I wanna s-
On God you gon' lose they life
Listen, niggas you know what niggas wanted to
Do the two of you that night? Huh?
Niggas could've ruined you, right?
Mook and T Top get into an argument
Niggas could've ruined you, right?
We was in front of yo' hotel
We thought it was up there
And it was stuck there right?
You was across the street for a whole hour

Mook and T Top get into another
Argument about talking during the
Opponent's round mook ends up bring
It back a few bars
Niggas could've ruined you, right?
We was in front of yo' hotel
We thought it was up there
And it was stuck there right?
You was across the street for a whole hour
Nigga I got the drop on him
Nigga opened the door for him
He went Roc on him
Last thing he saw was a flash
Gave him Glock-coma indica or sativa?
Pick one, either of these Haymakers will put
Top in a coma oh you sell exotic aromas
But nigga you a glorified promoter
You not the owner that's on Torian
Nigga, cause it's March you
Bring this madness?
I had to watch you in a tournament
And I remember you was a
Scrawny kid in the audience
Now we all can't grow up fortunate
Ain't nothin' wrong wit' it
But after how many battles? 30?
Niggas still comin' to battles dirty?
You know how long it's been?
You mean to tell me after all your wins
Flawless performances
Generating all these ends just to
Give it all to him
You ain't battle rappin' no
More than you whoring
Smack gon' use yo' stupid ass 'til you
Got nothin' else more to give
You gonna ask that man for money fo' yo' kids
He gon' look at you like you got four heads
But, "Smack the bro smack the bro"
But ain't no friendships in this shit wit' me
Ask Checko, I'm keepin' it a Bean
Smack my nigga too
But when that business due he
Speakin' to my team
I need residual income and then some
Everything that's in between
So, it's funny how you call me for the Bear
When I'm really the nigga
Eatin' off the stream
Hold on, wait, wait, wait
So you mean to tell me you eatin' off
The stream and let me settle for 15?
Agree to the bare
(Bear) minimum and took a Brizz loss no, no
This nigga Mook tryin' to be so
Slick and he done cost me
Crazy ass Harlem nigga
I knew I should've brought Qleen

But y'all niggas was cool wit' Cal'
Nigga even bet me money when
He vouched for y'all
But then Summer Impact, time to brawl
Top bul not involved same bul
My partner and the dinosaur Rex would've
Swore would've got it on
Why you think Rex tomahawk'd you so
Hard with the bottle for?
Cause on top of a $100 loss
He was pissed off he couldn't get
To tell me I was wrong
Rex you owe me money nigga!
And I'm glad your bitch ass got outta dodge
It would've been bail money for my
Squad if we got at y'all
It wouldn't have been no dialog
A body would've been the only
Way it got resolved
Every time a nigga spotted y'all
We would've shot at y'all
It wouldn't have been the rappers either
Not at all
It would've been the one don't give
A fuck about a card
They stay outside 'side the car
Nigga blew ya head off right after he
Asked you if you got cigars
Then blend in with the crowd
And be like, "wow"
They just as shocked as y'all
They don't wanna see us
Whole Brotherhood Clique dressin' up
Tryin' to be us
'Til all you niggas had to open
Ya mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion
And if y'all wanna be down with Brotherhood
Die slow
My fo-fo make sure all y'all kids don't grow
Y'all niggas can't be us or see us
Landslide 'til I die
They got me out here in California like
I won't bomb on you niggas we do our job
You think you the mob nigga
We the mothafuckin' mob