URLtv, Murda Mook, Serius Jones - Murda Mook vs. Serius Jones lyrics
[URLtv, Murda Mook, Serius Jones - Murda Mook vs. Serius Jones lyrics]
Round 1: Serius Jones
See I'ma tell yall a true story
As god as my witness see I
Was chilling in my crib minding my business
When I get a phone call private
I'm like who the fuck is this
Now I ain't gonna say no names
He was like I called you 3
Times you ain't call back
Anyway whats good with my nigga murda mook
I'm like who the little big nose
Nigga who be battling on smack
Well he wanna battle you on smack
I'm like why this nigga still
Even battling his songs wack
This nigga need to record a hot track
Get a contract, get off my sack
And fall back
He like nah he wanna battle you cause
You the only other nigga good enough
Well you know what i asked him right?
How much guap this nigga
Talking about putting up
Well he was like it's on you
You know this is all true Smack
You know what this fraud do
See we was supposed to battle
On New Years but this
Bitch ass nigga canceled talking bout
He caught the flu now when I see that I'm
Like this nigga's a shame
See he can't even get in the
Game for a slave deal for a whip and a chain
Cause only time he put ice on his
Wrist is when it gets sprained
And only time he get his dick wet
Is when he piss in the rain
See it's a tragedy
You getting burned quicker than a calorie
Ain't that the same shit
He played with Cassidy
(Murda Mook: Cassidy see I knew
He was gonna say that)
See you see me rhyming
Now you wanna crawl out your
Rathole and battle me
But see I'm stacking my grind heavy
I'm eating meals off these labels checks
This bitch ass nigga been on
Smack 6 times already
And he still ain't got a
Deal on the table yet
See you ain't got Harlem with you
That's cause none of your bars official
You just over stunt and lie in every rap
See that's the problem with you
How you gonna talk about flipping cakes
Nigga you softer than a muffin
Even your niggas know you fronting
Talking about coke
The last time this nigga shaved an onion
He was in his kitchen
On Thanksgiving making stuffing
See niggas ain't forced you to come clean
Cause they ain't have no dirt on you
But, I know yous a schoolboy
You know how I know you're a schoolboy?
Cause, I did my homework on you
Cause your government name is Jonathan Ancrum
You went to Fordham Prep Catholic
That's a private school
What you didn't think I was gonna find out
That's why we can't buy none of this
Gunplay that you're trying to shout
Cause you left the violence out
Your life, played sports
And went the college route
So where you get all
These whips, clips, chips
That you rhyme about come on dog cut it out
With these fictional tales
About digital scales
Cause deep down in his soul I
Know this nigga is frail
See he lie cause he don't know how
To be himself in his raps
So he fabricates punch lines about
Raps and flipping them packs
But see I speak from the heart
That's why niggas feel this shit
Nigga I keep it real
You don't even keep it realistic
So tell the truth dog you
Ain't doing no crimes be you in your rhymes
See you a homo rapper
You probably suck dick for studio time
Round 1: Murda Mook all right miss jones
I don't wanna be your friend after this
So imma get this out real early, suck my dick
Listen up he don't wanna see me get
The pump, so just rap
Or you can end up gift-wrap in my nigga trunk
Lame-fuck, stupid nigga
Ain't got a group of figures
Remind me of a useless pitcher
Couldn't get his change-up
See i see whats going on here
You tryna get your fame up
You battled jin you won a ten
You hopeing for the same luck
Well guess what your little plan is
About to be messed up you see these lens
I killed a lot of niggas in front of
This shit you about to be next-up
This ain't that new movie
You ain't walking the "glory road"
Everybody wanna know so heres
How the story go
Smack called me i was getting some head
They said you got a victim and it
Might involve you getting some bread
I said word i puched the bitch off the bed
Whoever, whenver tell me who hes dead
He said you know money that battle
Jin up in the fight klub
Then i thought of you my face
Lit up like a light bulb
I ain't one of those cats you
May have battled on stage
That had chest colds and viruses
Im full blown aids
Listen im like that time niggas
Said they could guard jordan
Niggas say they could do it tell you in that
Position ans he make your ass look stupid
The streets had me real curious homes
But we all see your nowhere near serius jones
I smack you leave you delirous homes
Make you bleed like a bitch
With her period jones
Now niggas saying he's Zab and I'm mayweather
And weather i may win even
Though I'm way better
Well if that shit’s possible
And niggas saying
He’s Zab, let’s resort to the pads
Meet Kostya Tszyu
The word spread quicker about
Me battling this but, you winning
Ripleys wounlt even believ that shit
Your peoples gassed you right like
Is he that sick im the end of the road if
You beat me thats it
Wrong! even your own man knows
This wasn't a very smart move
For your career mister jones
O and i feel bad about
The management behind you
Cause after they see this they ain't
Ghonna want to sign you
And the niggas that behind you
They ain't gunna laugh now
But watch this dvd look hard into the crowd
Your gunna see a lot of your
Niggas not looking very proud
And hes an ac, he don't rap
You a comedian duke you make niggas laugh
Cause well thats the shit comedians do
Im the shit look at my last battles for proof
My bars make niggas go whoo that
Littl enigga theres the truth
I go from sicily to brooklyn
Harlem to hong kong
Belgoium to the bronx from the
Bronx i be long gome
His man a bitch someone trow
Him some pom poms
Ain't shit when i trow silver
In your long johns
Eyo the streets keep buzzing
Murda mook everywhere
This nigga probably telling niggas
He my cousin, easy
See I'ma tell yall a true story
As god as my witness see I
Was chilling in my crib minding my business
When I get a phone call private
I'm like who the fuck is this
Now I ain't gonna say no names
He was like I called you 3
Times you ain't call back
Anyway whats good with my nigga murda mook
I'm like who the little big nose
Nigga who be battling on smack
Well he wanna battle you on smack
I'm like why this nigga still
Even battling his songs wack
This nigga need to record a hot track
Get a contract, get off my sack
And fall back
He like nah he wanna battle you cause
You the only other nigga good enough
Well you know what i asked him right?
How much guap this nigga
Talking about putting up
Well he was like it's on you
You know this is all true Smack
You know what this fraud do
See we was supposed to battle
On New Years but this
Bitch ass nigga canceled talking bout
He caught the flu now when I see that I'm
Like this nigga's a shame
See he can't even get in the
Game for a slave deal for a whip and a chain
Cause only time he put ice on his
Wrist is when it gets sprained
And only time he get his dick wet
Is when he piss in the rain
See it's a tragedy
You getting burned quicker than a calorie
Ain't that the same shit
He played with Cassidy
(Murda Mook: Cassidy see I knew
He was gonna say that)
See you see me rhyming
Now you wanna crawl out your
Rathole and battle me
But see I'm stacking my grind heavy
I'm eating meals off these labels checks
This bitch ass nigga been on
Smack 6 times already
And he still ain't got a
Deal on the table yet
See you ain't got Harlem with you
That's cause none of your bars official
You just over stunt and lie in every rap
See that's the problem with you
How you gonna talk about flipping cakes
Nigga you softer than a muffin
Even your niggas know you fronting
Talking about coke
The last time this nigga shaved an onion
He was in his kitchen
On Thanksgiving making stuffing
See niggas ain't forced you to come clean
Cause they ain't have no dirt on you
But, I know yous a schoolboy
You know how I know you're a schoolboy?
Cause, I did my homework on you
Cause your government name is Jonathan Ancrum
You went to Fordham Prep Catholic
That's a private school
What you didn't think I was gonna find out
That's why we can't buy none of this
Gunplay that you're trying to shout
Cause you left the violence out
Your life, played sports
And went the college route
So where you get all
These whips, clips, chips
That you rhyme about come on dog cut it out
With these fictional tales
About digital scales
Cause deep down in his soul I
Know this nigga is frail
See he lie cause he don't know how
To be himself in his raps
So he fabricates punch lines about
Raps and flipping them packs
But see I speak from the heart
That's why niggas feel this shit
Nigga I keep it real
You don't even keep it realistic
So tell the truth dog you
Ain't doing no crimes be you in your rhymes
See you a homo rapper
You probably suck dick for studio time
Round 1: Murda Mook all right miss jones
I don't wanna be your friend after this
So imma get this out real early, suck my dick
Listen up he don't wanna see me get
The pump, so just rap
Or you can end up gift-wrap in my nigga trunk
Lame-fuck, stupid nigga
Ain't got a group of figures
Remind me of a useless pitcher
Couldn't get his change-up
See i see whats going on here
You tryna get your fame up
You battled jin you won a ten
You hopeing for the same luck
Well guess what your little plan is
About to be messed up you see these lens
I killed a lot of niggas in front of
This shit you about to be next-up
This ain't that new movie
You ain't walking the "glory road"
Everybody wanna know so heres
How the story go
Smack called me i was getting some head
They said you got a victim and it
Might involve you getting some bread
I said word i puched the bitch off the bed
Whoever, whenver tell me who hes dead
He said you know money that battle
Jin up in the fight klub
Then i thought of you my face
Lit up like a light bulb
I ain't one of those cats you
May have battled on stage
That had chest colds and viruses
Im full blown aids
Listen im like that time niggas
Said they could guard jordan
Niggas say they could do it tell you in that
Position ans he make your ass look stupid
The streets had me real curious homes
But we all see your nowhere near serius jones
I smack you leave you delirous homes
Make you bleed like a bitch
With her period jones
Now niggas saying he's Zab and I'm mayweather
And weather i may win even
Though I'm way better
Well if that shit’s possible
And niggas saying
He’s Zab, let’s resort to the pads
Meet Kostya Tszyu
The word spread quicker about
Me battling this but, you winning
Ripleys wounlt even believ that shit
Your peoples gassed you right like
Is he that sick im the end of the road if
You beat me thats it
Wrong! even your own man knows
This wasn't a very smart move
For your career mister jones
O and i feel bad about
The management behind you
Cause after they see this they ain't
Ghonna want to sign you
And the niggas that behind you
They ain't gunna laugh now
But watch this dvd look hard into the crowd
Your gunna see a lot of your
Niggas not looking very proud
And hes an ac, he don't rap
You a comedian duke you make niggas laugh
Cause well thats the shit comedians do
Im the shit look at my last battles for proof
My bars make niggas go whoo that
Littl enigga theres the truth
I go from sicily to brooklyn
Harlem to hong kong
Belgoium to the bronx from the
Bronx i be long gome
His man a bitch someone trow
Him some pom poms
Ain't shit when i trow silver
In your long johns
Eyo the streets keep buzzing
Murda mook everywhere
This nigga probably telling niggas
He my cousin, easy