URLtv, Party Arty, Murda Mook - Murda Mook vs. Party Arty lyrics
[URLtv, Party Arty, Murda Mook - Murda Mook vs. Party Arty lyrics]
Mooky, ya bars is wack and ya lingo
But, I ain't Puff, I ain't dance to jingles
I'll pop ya top like a can of Pringles
You don't really want the god to lose it
Cause, I'm a nigga with the heart to do it
I'm in the kitchen like Martha Stewart
When I spark the Rugers
I Can't Lose like Parker Lewis
When I was in Rikers, you was in diapers
I was in ciphers rhymin' wit' lifers
You was at home, tryin' to get tighter
Rhymin' off beat, I was poppin' off heat
Yeah, you reppin' ya crew, steppin' to who?
I don't eat pussy but I'll
Make an exception for you
Pussy, niggas know what the weapon will do
You ain't nice cause you the best in ya crew
Don't gas him, I told Gatson
You beatin' me? Is like Eminem
Fuckin' wit' black chicks, it won't happen
Dude, you not a boss
I pop brews I don't gotta floss
I drop jewels (Jews) like the Holocaust
I got tools like construction workers
And I wanna see ya boss cause
I don't fuck wit' workers to each his own
I keep the chrome to reach ya dome
This nigga is so ugly who should've
Battled on the speaker phone
Cause, I don't wanna see his face easy man
These lame niggas act invincible
Until the kid slam on him like Vince'll do
I never knew sensible
My cake good and I been great
With Math, shit every class
I'm the principle y'all niggas minuscule
What I got intent to prove?
Okay, yeah I'm a fool cause I finished school
Shit is cool
All the hatin' and the dissin' cause listen
When this is finished y'all
Be payin' my tuition see, I beat the system
I'm a crook wit' a degree he a messenger
He still think Booker T is a wrestler
I got packages, look what I sent you
The kid finish lead like I wrote
A book with a pencil you a simp too
Talkin' 'bout how he tag and toss 'em
We know damn well he Snuggle
Like the fabric softener
Some niggas get hype with they people
Start actin' tough til they be hooked to
Machines that sound like trucks backin' up
Listen here, this rappin' stuff
Like rippin' a wet napkin up
I'm 'bout my bucks
I'm also like Quack the Daffy Duck
And I don't need cash to be out on the road
Cause, I could charge like I'm goin'
To the hole outta control
Every week a hundred stacks tell me
Who runnin' at this bitch like a pimp? I
Pop her and she always comin' back
I be in many places chillin'
Not playin' the villain
Until niggas get to grillin'
And when I get that feelin'
Like they gon' run up behind
And take what's mine
That's when I pull out a
Nine and pop they spine you ain't hype
Nah you calm cause you feel it
But Arty, ya days up like a calendar
And he never slung crack
He was too dumb for that
He's glad them days is over
He was made to doja
Nigga told him to "add baking soda", right?
He let the shit bake in soda
Murda Mook done got rid of
More weight than Oprah
When the can' approach ya
He'll fold like a bad hand in poker
You a joker
I don't know why you wanna run ya mouth
When ya guns are bleach stained
Arty it's never comin' out
And I don't care if he don't
Die when I pop him
His moms still gon' cover his corpse cause
His fuckin' Medicaid can't cover the cost
That'll end all them hype days
You ain't alarmin' me
And this is not a pharmacy when I
Have you searchin' for the right (Rite) Aid
Are you okay? This person will carve you
The pump will leave you wide open
I guess he felt it wasn't
Worth it to guard you
I'm a motherfuckin' savage holmes
My bars shatter bones
Leavin' him astray like he
Followin' a rabbit home don't test me kid
Cause if I don't have a chrome
I'ma grab a phone and do
It like Joe Pesci did
Or you can get a million cuts from knife
Took advice from my niggas in
Coney Island Fuck ya life
Lacin' ya Jordans is the only
Time he touch the mic (Mike)
And I hope ya wife not in
Here, cause if she is, i'ma fuck tonight
And it's obvious who better between us
He could tell who gon' win by the
Names if he never had seen us he a diva
Get steamed up or do like that Hammer Dance
I'll break ya fuckin' legs for
Thinkin' you had a chance
Quit, before you get hit
Wit' the fuckin' chrome
Your swing knock one out the park how
Fast we seen him runnin' home
I'm in the zone
Wanna stop these hit's? I'ma pop these clips
Too bad he can't save his
Life on a floppy disc easy!
But, I ain't Puff, I ain't dance to jingles
I'll pop ya top like a can of Pringles
You don't really want the god to lose it
Cause, I'm a nigga with the heart to do it
I'm in the kitchen like Martha Stewart
When I spark the Rugers
I Can't Lose like Parker Lewis
When I was in Rikers, you was in diapers
I was in ciphers rhymin' wit' lifers
You was at home, tryin' to get tighter
Rhymin' off beat, I was poppin' off heat
Yeah, you reppin' ya crew, steppin' to who?
I don't eat pussy but I'll
Make an exception for you
Pussy, niggas know what the weapon will do
You ain't nice cause you the best in ya crew
Don't gas him, I told Gatson
You beatin' me? Is like Eminem
Fuckin' wit' black chicks, it won't happen
Dude, you not a boss
I pop brews I don't gotta floss
I drop jewels (Jews) like the Holocaust
I got tools like construction workers
And I wanna see ya boss cause
I don't fuck wit' workers to each his own
I keep the chrome to reach ya dome
This nigga is so ugly who should've
Battled on the speaker phone
Cause, I don't wanna see his face easy man
These lame niggas act invincible
Until the kid slam on him like Vince'll do
I never knew sensible
My cake good and I been great
With Math, shit every class
I'm the principle y'all niggas minuscule
What I got intent to prove?
Okay, yeah I'm a fool cause I finished school
Shit is cool
All the hatin' and the dissin' cause listen
When this is finished y'all
Be payin' my tuition see, I beat the system
I'm a crook wit' a degree he a messenger
He still think Booker T is a wrestler
I got packages, look what I sent you
The kid finish lead like I wrote
A book with a pencil you a simp too
Talkin' 'bout how he tag and toss 'em
We know damn well he Snuggle
Like the fabric softener
Some niggas get hype with they people
Start actin' tough til they be hooked to
Machines that sound like trucks backin' up
Listen here, this rappin' stuff
Like rippin' a wet napkin up
I'm 'bout my bucks
I'm also like Quack the Daffy Duck
And I don't need cash to be out on the road
Cause, I could charge like I'm goin'
To the hole outta control
Every week a hundred stacks tell me
Who runnin' at this bitch like a pimp? I
Pop her and she always comin' back
I be in many places chillin'
Not playin' the villain
Until niggas get to grillin'
And when I get that feelin'
Like they gon' run up behind
And take what's mine
That's when I pull out a
Nine and pop they spine you ain't hype
Nah you calm cause you feel it
But Arty, ya days up like a calendar
And he never slung crack
He was too dumb for that
He's glad them days is over
He was made to doja
Nigga told him to "add baking soda", right?
He let the shit bake in soda
Murda Mook done got rid of
More weight than Oprah
When the can' approach ya
He'll fold like a bad hand in poker
You a joker
I don't know why you wanna run ya mouth
When ya guns are bleach stained
Arty it's never comin' out
And I don't care if he don't
Die when I pop him
His moms still gon' cover his corpse cause
His fuckin' Medicaid can't cover the cost
That'll end all them hype days
You ain't alarmin' me
And this is not a pharmacy when I
Have you searchin' for the right (Rite) Aid
Are you okay? This person will carve you
The pump will leave you wide open
I guess he felt it wasn't
Worth it to guard you
I'm a motherfuckin' savage holmes
My bars shatter bones
Leavin' him astray like he
Followin' a rabbit home don't test me kid
Cause if I don't have a chrome
I'ma grab a phone and do
It like Joe Pesci did
Or you can get a million cuts from knife
Took advice from my niggas in
Coney Island Fuck ya life
Lacin' ya Jordans is the only
Time he touch the mic (Mike)
And I hope ya wife not in
Here, cause if she is, i'ma fuck tonight
And it's obvious who better between us
He could tell who gon' win by the
Names if he never had seen us he a diva
Get steamed up or do like that Hammer Dance
I'll break ya fuckin' legs for
Thinkin' you had a chance
Quit, before you get hit
Wit' the fuckin' chrome
Your swing knock one out the park how
Fast we seen him runnin' home
I'm in the zone
Wanna stop these hit's? I'ma pop these clips
Too bad he can't save his
Life on a floppy disc easy!