URLtv, Chilla Jones, Nu Jerzey Twork - Nu Jerzey Twork vs. Chilla Jones lyrics

Smack kept callin' my phone like
"How far are you along for
The King Pen? You know he's that nigga"
I thought about comin' here
And droppin' a pin
That'll let you know where I'm at with it
This for real thuggin'
"How you feel about battling Chill-"
"I don't feel nothin'" i'ma kill somethin'
Steel dumpin' they said
"The day I beat the King Pen'll
Be a cold day in Hell"
Tell 'em, "Chill comin'"
This heat'll clap him
Niggas always doin' my style cause they
Style- I can't even grasp it
You gonna get up here with
All this extra energy
The way you niggas compete is tragic
Y'all rap my way, Black Friday
The objective is to beat the madness


Who want it? I done seen a few want it
Shakin' the tool on it
Gotta do a new Strapped In
Practically Moon Walking new salsa
And since I got that strap from Big T
Soon as I get to Chill I can BOOM on 'em
Jerome gets stretched, chop the body up
Drive him back to my state
We gonna road trip next
His arms get tossed, his legs get tossed
His dome gets slapped
I'm puttin' Chilla over Jersey
Like the old Dipset not an ounce of respect
I took this battle cause
Not too many options was left
You? Maybe for a deposit
Or when you die you can
Double the thousands that's left
Cause your mother can make a GoFundMe but
I'ma take account for your death
Ratchet on me clap it on him
40 bucks this bitch was askin' for it
Large 40
I'm talkin' oxymoron, I let off on him
Clip airin' i won't let shit spare you
Sig' barrel pops outta nowhere
(Yes sir) big Gerald i'ma peel on him
Hide the body for years on him
By the time they dig 'em up
It was real awful nothin' but Chill carcass
Tragedy in there
I'm talkin' maggots in his ear
Like a drill sergeant you know he a disgrace
You told the staff you was gonna come
Here and smoke me in this place
Get the dawg (dog) to chill
I heard that shit you fed Chico but
Knew it was baloney from the gate
You get killed like that
I was gonna come up here and peel my strap
We could've made this happen in Day 1
You know Jer'
Rome (Jerome) wasn't built like that
I ain't fuckin' wit' dawg
I'ma run up in the King Pen house
Wit' the hammer in my palm
Put the gun in ya mother's son
Put the gun to ya mom
Have her prayer, cover the Pen
(pin) , this shit is like a money withdrawal
I'm killin' everyone who involved
Like, "Give me everything or I'm
Blazin' out ya skull out"
This bitch won't give it up like
I'm placed in the dog house
He said, "I'm warnin' you"
Bitch whatchu gonna do? Pull out ya pen?
Nigga state whatchu talkin' 'bout
This is a grenade, if I pull out a pen
(pin) I'm takin' us all out jersey

They said I turned up the Volume
Ain't no mutin' that they said in the room
The gas can carry Rum like Super Bad
We made a classic though salute to that
Now Jerz the match, I'ma torch ya
(torture) but you're used to racks
So where the Luger at? The nose ringin'
(ring in) his face, he should be used to that
Throw him off a cliff
And while the sky divin', a pair'll shoot
(parachute) his back let me flip that
Since you be reusin' raps
Ruger strapped, off top don't get it twisted
Tighten up or you'll lose your cap
I'm too relaxed they don't believe me
I guess I gotta prove his facts
Well let's dance
I'm leavin' Blood on the spot like Super Bad
The truth is back every bar weigh
(way) heavy, no Curtis, see (courtesy)
Make him drop with the 50 (50) yeah I'm Con
'Ye (Kanye) petty
I'm on his porch like, "Your men straight
(menstruate) pussy, Blood period"
Now your whole pad gettin' Winged
Shit I'm Always ready
But, you steady gettin' love from Chris
When you go "BAOW" and let off a boom
How it go? "Excuse memiss? You saw
Me from across the room", right?
Ayo them Boston goons will 'Take You Down'
With 'No Guidance' or respect from you
And take your straps like
"'Gimmie That' 'Run It'" and
Start checkin' you
With them 'Deuces', 'Say Goodbye''forever'
No BSing you
Or I hope whoever 'With You' is 'Loyal'
Cause 'I Can Transform You' to a vegetable!
'Pull Up' "Next To You'
With a 'New Flame' 'Poppin''
I make his dome tan
'Look At Me Now'it's Jones here
You are my son, so if I do wet you wit'
Sparks there'll be 'No Air' (heir)
Aye, I dare you to move to the block
You and ya boo cruise in the drop
Well wait 'til my crew gets the drop
They sayin' them
(CNN) will have a Wolf Blitzerthen
Anderson Cooper gets shot
News flash, ya boo's trash
All the fellas could beat it
Y'all know the type
In high school givin' head in the bleachers
That's what you known for
Movin' with a thot (thought) like telekinesis
See it's a different level
They ask for Chilla and get the devil
I'm whoopin' this clown top until the
Pistol turn to Twisted Metal
Let's get it settled
You gonna have to get ya chick protection
She was lookin' right then it all went left
I sent a bullet in ya miss direction
(misdirection) sleep on me? You interesting
Get it? Into restin' lift a weapon
Twork don't know what's happenin'
I'm clappin' him whatchu gon' do? Stand here
And mention Topanga?
Cause she commented on my IG?
That shit is corny and wrong
Frontin' like you been
(Ben) Savage then your writin' strong
Like Cory and Shawn
But that's what a fiend he
(Feeny) is to battle rap
Far from a veterans mind
Mentioning Topanga in ya rounds I'm sure
All this disrespect in ya lines
See we can learn somethin'
From Boy Meets World
Cause our principles kept us in line
Whatchu talkin' 'bout?
You might've battled dudes who sound like me
But, you ain't never stood in front
Of three rounds like these boss Town!

I got a pen too bro
I mean, I ain't earn your position in fact
But don't look over the little writin'
There's terms and conditions for that
You get murdered in this place
I admit, you like a Virgil in this state
Y'all label him "The King Pen" cause
All the words the nigga say
But why would you put a Pen up to the test?
Permanent mistake 30 on my waist
Niggas talk hot online
When I'm not around they thinkin' straight
Davy Jones: niggas tend to cool
(tentacle) down when I'm in they face
Pound'll be on my waist
Twin MAC's, they spray from hip, blazin' shit
11-11 (11: 11) now make a wish take ya pick
Ruger, Glock 19
Nah, gun butt, his face is gettin' cracked
Pistol whip, 'til I break a
(breaker) 1-9 radio dispatch
Y'all let this King Of The Dot
Slave just come and rap
Well it's a re-entrance fee
I'm about to make you pay for comin' back
380 on my lap, getcha favorite homie clapped
Take ya life with the rhyme
I swear on a stack of Bibles
I will send ya right hand to God
Pipe in the sock big Smith &
I'm 'bout to get to squeezin' this thing
It's silver Wess
(West) you 'bout to find out who Jesus Is
King leg, stomach, head
Gun cocks Pump action, pound might squeeze
Boom, boom, boom
You ain't never stood in front
Of three rounds like these
I'm fuckin' up all ya blessings
I'll bring the toys out
I'm talkin' everything I put Pen
(pin) on like a Boy Scout put clips in you
Big pistol baow! Get a wooden leg
Let the peg assist (Pegasus) like this venue
This nigga- twork cuts his round short
Jersey

You be baggin' chicks with that hairline?
Well hats off
Cause under that hood you look like
Caine with his mask off this a rap boss
Shit, I ain't fightin' ya with muscle
Pistol on my waist
I'm way too tired for the tussle
But since you look like Cainei ain't
Gonna try you wit' the knuckle
Soon as you get in the ring I'll
Raise arms and fire off the buckle
The ladder under the belt
Ain't a wrestlin' prop
Nigga the weapon get cocked
Apply pressure to his kin
(skin) then Blood vessel get popped
As many shots as you shot in your rounds
You don't even have gun sponsors?
Well it don't matter what Anderson pack
(AndersonPaak)
He 'bout to go from conscious to unconscious
I roll with mobsters, who bang on thugs
The flame throw slugs
Headshot, fryin' his egg
Now his brain on drugs (Drugz)
It ain't no love to get ate
(eight) with two 4's I'm simplifying
What I'm holdin' took him back
Five yards I'm penalizin' it's mystifying
How I'm makin' Blood splatter
Get it? Mist defining
Took a nigga out his hood, I'm gentrifying
His death is still music to my ears
But now these niggas vibin'
Rounds bangin' from different sides
Now what you think that symbolizin'?
I'll get ya casket cut
Height, width, and length provided
Soon as you start with all that fake
Noise I'll have my man synthesizin'
Real recognizin' real
You think your man is familiar?
Well I'm Strapped In
With many different cannons to kill ya
Let's do it UFC style
The challenger come with a kick, I'll pull
All this on and take Anderson's silver
(Silva) chilla wildin', with the sickest 30
The day they said the kid was nerdy
Then a shop blast
Then he drop fast, now niggas worried
Them medics was in a hurry
I switched clips then spit a flurry
Now it's Draft Night cause niggas gon' get
A cap before they get the jersey (Jerzey)
Do niggas dirty
Catch 'em sleepin' in a bed and gun butt him
Concussion left son gushin' and
Leakin' from his head he a Blood
Y'all should've seen how he was
Bleedin' when he bled
Then got shit blew (blue)
Now he on the floor, throwin' up, seizing
(C'ing) until he dead
Man I'm tryin' to be Red next L
A crazy 30 XFL
After this I bet he hate me Jerzey
Who else is worthy Smack?
Line up the boxes like argyle
I mean Quban and Ace leftjakk too
But he been wack for a long while
And Ryda, he ain't a puncher
He need to switch bar styles
As far as Castro, Lu can
(Luka) get taken out the
Game I'm Rick Carlisle hostyle!
Fuck is this position? BAOW
Fuck up his disposition
Now he on his back in
A casket in this position big decision
Nigga, who gonna save y'all crew?
I mean, we don't gotta take it past rap
But say y'all do man we spray off tools
After this Smack, we (weed) get outta hand
Now Glue' havin' Déjà vu!
I will throw you through
A motherfuckin' window try me
If it don't fall, jersey
(Jerzey) hangin' half out like Kyrie
I'm a different nigga
Boss Town man, let's go
All thatthat round was nice thank you bro

All that talk about ya straps
And shit just seems borin'
I ain't worried about ya kicks
My nigga they Team Jordans
I don't often do this but they said
"The Goonies had the fake
Black Wealth chains" okay we walked into it
I admit them niggas got they chains from
The mallokay we all did
But y'all niggas know the cost of jewelry?
Your chain, was only a Real chain cause
You lost it to him
They did you triflin' fool
Cheated you one time
Then cheated you- okay you like to lose
This nigga lost the King Of
The Dot piece two times
Why y'all hype this fool?
Took a whole necklace from him
Like a second cousin it was twice removed
They don't ask you they just force you
You keep goin' back to King Of The Dot
Where you don't have it do it shorty
Y-y-y-y you can go anywhere in
The world and scream "Boston"
But, you let ya master choose it
(Massachusetts) for you
It's only you to blame
Them motherfuckers got you fightin'
For a necklace?
You keep playin' they stupid game
Every time we go forward you
Push us 20 yards back, move the chains!
Nigga use ya brain
You figured you could go over with them
White people and go on a rampage
Here go somebody else makin'
It all about you, that's a fan page
We do shit only niggas can Chill
That's a man cave gun cocks
Cans blaze never fakin'
Hella bangers k clip, shell will bang you
I'm talkin' rounds in the banana put in
(pudding) like a vanilla wafer
I'ma let a can' spark him boom!
Knock his hat off and set it down on him
Leave the gun by your shoe
So they can tell ya man sparked it
I put an arm where the head
Rest at like I'm parallel parkin'
You get clapped up wit' the Glock
Then I leave, come back, parallel park it
I'm back up in the spot
No, wait, wait, wait, no I'ma make
You hop off the tallest buildin'
I mean 100 stories nigga hesitant
I thought this was fuckin' normal
I mean you jumped from the top
Tier to the Proving Ground
This should be nothing for you
Buck it on him
100 rounds goin' through Chilla
The shells popped ya
A whole tunnel will make his
Way like El Chapo
Head chopper, I'm a clap fan gat blam
I snuck a sub under the tee, it's Fat Camp
Silencer, on the Desert Eagle
We gon' cruise where you live
I'll put a potato on a triangle
And made a food pyramid
You can't never see me forever creepin'
Got the drop on Chilla Jones
It was hella easy slid up
Gun clicks now you make one false
Move this Beretta squeezin' he froze
To the back of his dome like Yella Beezy
Jersey

Your work ethic ain't right for the crown
I should rifle him down
Then reload with the bullets
That came out him
Pick 'em up from the ground at least now
You ain't the only one recyclin' rounds
But not only do you recycle
But, you still just a
"I'll put a bullet in skull of yo' sis
(scoliosis) " who said it? Nunn Nunn, right?
But wait, I got more for him
"Johnny Bravo, do the monkey with it"
Uh oh, 10-4 again
Ancestrycom, I'm tracing bloodlines back
To they origins
Fuck the money, cause you poor within
You'll never reach your rap potential
Went from stealin' purses to takin'
Deposit's and actin' mental
Shit, in my day we just hustled dawg
It was either crack of indo
16, makin' money off of page
(Paige) like Sacramento oh that's your MO?
Stealin' purses, deposit's and
What makes you worthy Five?
What's next? Stealin' cars?
Shit I'm questioning new Jerzey's drive
(New Jersey Drive)
You went on live, tryin' to diss Tay
Knowin' Roc (k) bolder (boulder)
Oh you a snake? You get a mean bump
We knock shoulders
I'll clap you, then battle it out
We pop toasters that mean the 30 first
(31st)
Then mask and buck it (bucket) like October
You got skill
But they call me, "Chill", I'm a lot colder
When it air, you gon' get yo' share
I'm a stockholder
I'll clap you, then slap you with the gun
You'll get a knot soldier
Soon as Blood shot I
(eye) beat him into a Glock coma (Glaucoma)
This shit is over wait (weight)
I'm a demon, either way I need exercisin'
(exorcisin') the pressure risin'
I'll gouge ya shit, press your eyes in
Now his pupils fucked up
And the docs tryin' to rectify him
And bring him back to they original state
They gotta extradite him the cops comin'
I got a body with the chopper
And left it by him
Why do a bid? I'ma frame Jerzey
(jersey) with the Sig' (sig')
It's a collectors item who left behind him?
Don't matter what ya camp doin'
Cause it's white sheets for hatin' niggas
The Klan movement but, you bang nigga
Piru Blood- the can' shootin'
I'm tryin' to body a liter
(leader) of Blood it's a transfusion
Confusin' what is ya man's doin'?
Somebody gotta get the kid to listen
Cause all that drama in Virginia almost
Put us in a shit position
Yeah you Strapped In, clappin'
Niggas in a coma, but this was different
Cause you almost got clapped into a coma
Being strapped in that whip in Richmond
Shit, in Florida you got drama too
Had ya clique panicking
They was shootin' tre's in
Orlando to Nick Anderson
Tell Suge he don't want this smoke
I'll dismantle him
If you pissed then put a bill up
I'll Rip Hamilton
Y'all should've known Chilla back
Man I came here to pop shots
I'll make his top tear
Then his mid tear and then his stock drop
I'm back Twork
You might've battled dudes who sound like me
But this a motherfuckin' classic
And you ain't never
Stood in front of three rounds like these