URLtv, Chess, Reed Dollaz - Reed Dollaz vs. Chess lyrics

I said, this is where the fun stop Chess
Gun pop, one shot'll make your lungs drop
Chess all my niggas get it in
I'm from a dumb block, chess
Mortal Kombat, finish him Kung Lao, yes
I ain't come here for play
I ain't come her for chatter
4 pound to the gut, put blood in ya bladder
All them niggas that you claim, when I aim
They gon' scatter
Knock the gigs out your brain
Leave the streets full of data
Ladder hangin' out the bottom so you
Know what this 40 hold
I'll drag yo' bitch ass from
White plains to Fordham Road
Cause if my young niggas from Edenwald
See you and give me a call
You're gettin' stripped down to your socks
Cause we need it all!
Now, what is chess? A game


With 16 pieces, 1 king, 1 Queen
2 rooks, 2 knights, 2 bishops and 8 pawns
So, I should hit your crib with this 16
Kill the Queen and King
Merc you and your rooks at 2 at night
Like I'm Bishop wit this 8 long!
I got the Juice now
I mean you rap 'bout this killa shit
Well, pop out the proof now! Suck
Your faggot ass teeth again
I'll knock out a tooth now!
Philly rap made you niggas
Before SMACK made it commercial
And more calmer i been had a fridge full
Of rappers like Jeffery Dahmer!
Scream "Allahu Akbar"
Crash your building like a bomber!
Stay with a crew of wild niggas
Who love to spark beef
They kill cats, fish, dogs, shit
Pretty much anything with a heart beat
You guppies lucky
You never felt the wrath of the shark teeth!
Come to my block, Discovery Channel
It's Shark Week!
Aw sheesh, this AA-12 will squash beef
Cause grief
Mama kissing your corpse on ya hard cheeks!
Toss reefs in your grave, pussy nigga
Rest in peace
Another young nigga that died for
False reppin' these streets
And, all the critics say he's hard
But I don't see that shit
I got niggas that's doing life
We don't believe that shit
You're talking wild beef, shorty
You canal street
Won't sell me that shit! Haha!
I said, Marine pistol
Let the sub machine hit you
223's, it's gonna feel like
Submarine hit you!
K got the Woodstock, A got a good shot
Brains hang
Get your fuckin' name on a wood box!
This year, I'm murdering niggas
Back to my old ways
In the trap, same Dickie on, 3-4 days
War with us, that's somethin' that you don't
Wanna go through
The judge shoot a fireball out, like GoKu
Bullets hittin' brick walls, trust me
It'll go through
You don't know the shooters, but nigga
The shooters know YOU
My pops was a Gun, I'm the son of a "G"
You're pops was a bug
You'se the son of a Flea
Your mom's is a bitch
You'se the son of a "B"
I'll send a spirit to the sun
If nigga's want it wit' Reed time

I finally got somebody I gotta body
I'm straight out the gate like God denied me
I told myself "Reed, gotta walk in dead"
And all it take is a head
Shot to drop a zombie
But, I was only have motivated
Then, I received dollars for Dollaz homi
So I had to spice it up for the chips
Like the hottest Taci's
This my shit, you don't wanna see me
Try and stop me
When I tell him "Do something"
I don't mean find a hobby
You fin' to get a worse ass
Whooping that you got from Johnny
I don't believe none of them words
Don't even try to try me
Get beat and boxed for story
Telling raps Lodi Dodi
Nigga, this ratchet ring like if
You wife a thottie
That was some bars from Chess
Was it my hardest? Yes, got him!
Is he Reed Dollaz, Reed dead or Reed done?
If we squeeze ours
He'll see lead from each one
He done walked into reality
But a head tap will make his dreams run!
Down his mind, literally, sovereignty
I came back to land left this King dumb
(kingdom)!
See, I'ma fuck Reed up, no damn debating
The hammers blazing, one gotta beam
One gotta scope
2 different views like fans debating
Or I could I stop Reed
To give him a quick right
(write) like annotations
Beware of what this man creating
Cause, I don't train to get slept on
I'm not a homeless man in stations
Last Christmas
I got a gift of picking up trash sanitation
Your era done, you can't stand with greatness
Only way you can hang with this roster
(rasta) is if your man's Jamaican
These bald heads sick
That's a clip full of cancer patients
And a I gotta chopper arm
Like it was amputated
If he sees the 4 he's gonna
Dip like he ran from Jason
Or, a different weapon is popping
Hecklers behind him
Like his man's was hating
Wait, why was your man's just hating?
You ain't nobody nigga, your family's famous
Well, not no more but in 200 BC
This man was blazin'
But, now this man is ancient and
He dealing with a savage aak
Plus, all my raps is hot, get in his space
And leave Earth more often than astronauts
This finna to be more dreadful
Than Rich Gang, Migos, future
Travis Scott lil Wayne, Lauryn, Bob Marley
Whoever else have the locks
Tay running, his dame comin'
They still ain't trying to pass the Roc (k)
Fuck it, this a scrimmage
Watch the basket drop
Leave this bastard's top wide open
But, I'm the nigga who had the shot!
Hurt your boy with a 30 toy, a nasty Glock
Hope it don't jam on me when I have to pop
Cause the gun funny, it's a laughing stock!
Some think I force aggression
But it ain't false aggression
Nigga, I'm raw by mistake
Like the Magnum popped!
Get picked from the 30
Like last drafting spots!
Now, that was hot! And ya'll
Really think Reed Dollaz ready?
Nigga, this chopper deadly
Makes chopping noise
Sounds like a professional
Chef chopping veggies
I'll kick in his stomach
Now everything on my feet is guts
Like a baby inside his belly
Or I'll cock the Desi
Baow his brains look like Hot spaghetti
The pasta ready!
Face cut for the work, over weight
Give him surgery like his doctor heavy
But that's light, I can Cave in it-
I took a shot at Roc already think about it
Where Jimmy at? I'm trying to see
If the shooter and driver ready
What we gonna talk? Fuck that
Suge got machetes
He don't get the pumps, this Shotgun
Getting sawed off!
Or, arms raise like let me speak
Heart burn Chess keep heat
Gun in his mouth, let him eat the burner
Like giving oral sex to a bitch with STD!
I took a life and I'll take a second like
"Let me think" the 4 is high, hit his pupil
The shot? 'Fore his eye
He got shot before his eyes
I ain't let Reed blink cakes up! Wait
Fuck! Let's bring the bars back
Let me guess, you couldn't bring it in here?
It's in the car, scrap? SMACK
We can take this battle to wherever
The fuck he parked at!
"It's young Reed, Philly boom
I really prove"
Nigga, your gat what? You better back
Down fore' I back out
Cause, I don't take shit like I'm backed up
So, back up or we jumping jack
And leaving him like a jumping jack
Clapped up!
He think he at the top of food chain
Til' fool chain get snatched up
You said you'll fuck John John
And called him moist?
That's mad sus', that's what you do dawg?
Let me move, ya'll
Cause John John the type of nigga
I'll make a move on
John John the type of nigga
You'll make a move on
But fuck fighting, if he move wrong
We ain't fightin'
I'ma shoot dawg, ya'll ain't catch it?
That's one of his moves, dawg
I was straight to the hammer
We don't do paws, nigga
You trash and you're a bitch
That's two flaws
For telling a couple stories
I'll knock him down two floors
Busted head, broken knee and a tooth loss
He won't get two fl- BRONX!

I said, Cake Life
Right? That's what you claim?
That's what you stand by? Word?
Well, I think all ya'll are bitches
Pussy niggas need a tampon
This battle is war
You done stepped into a land mine
Yeah we both throwing them punches
But I land mine!
Shotty hit the floor, make the ceiling drop
Buckshot pellets make a nigga milly rock
I'm from the era where you
Had to be really hot
When you can only rap about
Guns that you REALLY shot
Nowadays, niggas lyin' on they Shmurda Gang
Making up guns, I ain't never heard the name
Stop lyin' nigga
You ain't never serve the 'cane
You had an after school job, talking crack
You the Burger King
Don't make me drive through, cock it
Put the wop it to you
Yao Ming with the thing
Shoot a Rocket through you
Big dog in the game, you a pocket poodle
Heard you was the plug lil nigga
I'll sock it to you!
I knew niggas was gonna bring
Up that in the car john John shit
But before John John evolved
I was in John John's picks
On interviews they asked who inspired
I was on John John's list
That's why I never believe a bar that
Came out of John John's lips
Dwight Howard how I hug the block, rap Gods
We're the juggernauts, gun but you
Give your jug a knot! Nigga's is sick
You think the God won't bless you
This 4 pound will drop 9
On you like Van Exel, the blam stretch you
I'll pop it if you get too close
Or put the 7 on his chest like I shot Kukoč
I'm too dope, too real for this URL
Smack shit cause, I be out in Philly in
The trenches with the trap shit
57, FN plastic, all black shit
A handgun with 223's that's tragic!
Laser on it, no need for aim
I just go off beam
Top open, his top smoking
That's how you blow off Steams!
Don't make me hit your crib tweekin'
Wit' the trey pound out
Give you a pound out this trey
To catch a Greyhound out
You fabricated and animated
Your life a foosie you kill niggas in bars
Not wit' a knife or Uzi
We catch ya bitch in Co-op
My youngin' light a doobie
Wes Craven when I'm wavin' the Wesson
Don't make me write a movie
I had them hitters
By the door by the peep hole waitin'
Clip full of bald heads like chemo patients
We killin' everything
Dawg you won't leave no statements
Even though I got a lawyer
That'll beat those cases
Sick of these fake fucks
'bout to get they wings plucked
Faggot ass niggas runnin' 'round screamin'
"Cakes up"
Dawg, where I'm from, that's some homo shit
Cause when her cakes up
It's bouncin' on my pogo stick
See this fo'fo' got a kick like a dojo flick
And we don't see no, hear no, don't know shit
I was about to hit y'all
Wit' this rap god scheme
But instead I'ma give y'all the definition
Of what a rap god mean
Y'all ready? Y'all ready?
It means I birthed and fathered you
Niggas right from the very start
I mean I died and bled for you niggas
I got a heavy heart
Losin' ya faith in the god is not very smart
Not I'm back to fuck up the
Globe and I talkin' every part
First stop, right to NY
Straight to the Bronx wit' it
Right to Chess door, bow down
Nigga this god given
Snatch Rex up by the collar
Nigga y'all all seen it
Doomsday o'clock crowd is too fucking
Loud to hear the rest

Round one, y'all think I was playin'?
Round two I'm finna tweak out insane
I aim and take this G out his game
Leave Reed red
A stomach shot will knock an E out his name
Game, I amaze the crowd on fuckin' sight
Frosty the Snowman, watch a cold
Three round body come to life yikes
Bein' gentle in bed, I'm fuckin' nice
Reed, do what's fuckin' right
Put on for ya team
Ya townthe Philly niggas doin' fuckin' life
Better pray for ya dawg Aak
This Philly nigga gonna get more bars
Than bricks of raw got
If it's war, then it's war Aak
Sharp shooters on the beach, get
Him sniped by the ocean, this a sure
(shore) shot chin check him
Get every nigga jaw dropped
Like they all shocked
Since you already losin' here
I'll put a round to your top like a bald spot
And if he talk hot, I stretch niggas
Then put him back in place
Like, "Do your warm up then
Get in ya floor spot"
I bet he's an informer
Snitchin' and givin' the law drops
Niggas drive by he the type to call cops
And put the pigs onto the plates
Like pork chop boys stop
So you a fuckin' bitch and
You a fuckin' snitch?
And y'all thought he was beatin'
Me? This nigga double lit
You don't wanna spit raps? Twin MAC's
I get it double lit
S-s-s-s-s-Smack, I ain't tryin'
To copy respect, i'm tryin' to double it
Fuck ya clique
Boy, I'll chop ya legs off for
Tellin' me who runnin' wit
Nigga you wanna flip? Go call your
Connect then cut a brick or bag up a zip
Cause I'm not the one you want it wit'
Half the shit he say
Don't make fuckin' sense
His words, off trackso why he run his lips?
Just because you came prepared don't
Mean you gonna win
The handshake after this battle
Don't mean we fuckin' friends
You in your bag? I'm in my fuckin' bin
Spend dollars on Dollaz
I'll put a check up on
Him like a worried friend
The old slammy, just like Reed
It got a rusty pin (pen)
Before I leave the crib I stuff the Glock
Females workin' out her muffin' top
I dip after I tuck it in
It's still "Fuck NWX"
Shine I scream blood again
And that lil' church nigga Saga
Just make me wanna sin
He wanna be closer to God-BLAOW, lucky him
Shut up nigga, let me watch my language
You an F'in' nerd
Hittin' me up for a battle
You got some F'in' nerve
I'll talk to you to give you my style
Cause after God speak
You supposed to spread the word reed chill
I'll be back to you in a second bird
You told Chilla since he the King Pen
He gettin' drugged
Lord, that's how I know you ain't seasoned
Cause, I'm waitin' for Chilla Jones
To give me a reason to leave him, bleedin'
We can do it now, fuck the Prep
We both beat him
This nigga boastin' about Boston? Shesh
This nigga beastin'
Cause my niggas from Boston told
Me he a weak bitch, g shit
Type to get rocked dead in
His mouth for speakin' get drugged lord
Run in ya trap don't with King Pen
I'm the truth and I get
Any nigga that lie buried
This his last battle, it's quiet
I'm puttin' Reed
(read) on the shelf like libraries
I'm very, upset we didn't use a problem
If I lose patience
(patients) , he gotta find a doctor
Loud ratchet, with a lil' one on the
Side that's baby mama drama
Rip ya daddy's spinal cord
Baby from Dinosaur I'll knock the
How he gon' deal wit' me?
I done killed for free
I had a passion for this
Before I clocked dollars
I ain't one of them niggas that
Did this just for a buzz
I'm just addicted to rappin', B
You ever seen Faculty?
Well he knows the pen is a drug
When he gets rich
I bet he prolly spend all his
Money on the best whips
But when bread's involved you
Gotta use intelligence dough
So I be coppin' a regular car for detectives
Speakin' of detectives, check this
Like listenin' to somebody insult you
Keep hittin' him up like
"I really need somebody to talk to"
I be finna to take back like
Sore loser takin' the wrong move
I still know grimy niggas with loaded tools
Whatever they couldn't afford to text
(TEC) book like poor students palmin' heat
Takin' away from all fools for more food
Cause they gotta eat
I ain't sayin' that robbin' is all cool
But think ahead
They called Rex cause it's either
You suck or rule (oral)
Time

I said, this ain't ya average Smack rap
This that, nigga I'm back
Now front and get smacked rap
Put the K over the shoulder
Couple clips in the knapsack
Pop 30 and let the stock drop like NASDAQ
This ain't even a battle no
More this real and fake and since it is
I already won but niggas still debate
That 44 Mag will have the cops on a
Cause the shot broke every bone in his skull
They couldn't tag a face
The first 48 we let the first 40 quake
Then ask his mom to help carry
The casket at shorty wake
They got me back up on this Rambo shit
Niggas in trouble god k over the shoulder
Deuce five in my bitch Wonderbra
Chess, you don't want it wit' me youngin'
Since when has it been cool to disrespect?
I'm yo' fuckin' OG youngin'
So when you win awards think of me youngin'
Cause if I wasn't fuckin' ya mom
Without me you wouldn't be nothin'
Lyin' in ya raps how you be shootin' the 8
We checked his record
Only prior was a truancy case
Nigga you lyin' (lion)
Play gorilla til you in the zoo wit' the apes
Niggas is hungry
Can't bar 'em in cause they'll
Chew through the gate
That steel blow when the body drop I'll
Heel toe wit' a steel toe boot on ya face
Lil' nigga you a child to me
When I see you I see I, damn
I'm so proud of me
And I don't rap for the crowd you see
Real niggas gon' love it
Pussy niggas gon' stay quiet so fuck it
Six rings on like I'm MJ
All off the block like Dikembe
Kept a new whip like Kinte
Ballin' on these new niggas
Pink hat where the brim lay
Try to count me out, how dare niggas?
Fourth quarter tongue out, scare niggas
Check the stats, how the fuck you compare
Niggas ballin' on niggas since
Jordan had Air nigga
Throwback jersey and some 1's on
One false move then the gun's drawn
Bet five seconds left on the clock
Better watch I'll drop when you
Niggas beater buzz drawn i said
Nigga king me now or should
We wait 'til later?
Run through every rapper alive
Trust me nothin' can save ya
I've been spittin' that fish scale you
Feel it it's in braille
So when I cross the finish line I fish tail
I've been hated, beaten, stoned and crucified
For tryin' to bring this east coast
Back to save you and I
And all the strip club Molly
Music has gotten to us
The late great Big, Stack Bundles
Pun was my influence
Step in the square I dare
I prepared ya nooses
East coast savior, the east coast mayor
The people rooting
I been givin' you mad bars in my music
He won a couple battles and he
King overnight? Fuck is you stupid?
King of this URL nigga? That's blasphemy
Cause, I'm the god so that's just
Somethin' I had to see
And fuck the mainstream
Underground I'm glad to be
I'll rise on the seventh day
You'll bow to your majesty
Somebody tell Big Poppa I gotcha
Goin' Back To Cali like riots
All up in Compton chokes
Drown a bitch in the tub til she perish
Drum clip like a wheel
Hold a hundred like a Ferris
Talk that shit across the street
Don't come near us
Might catch me out in DC thuggin'
Right up in Edgewood
With Mike D'Angelo nigga because
My crack good
I fluff my pillows up, I made my bed good
Might hit a blue hood, might hit a red hood
Shit you might catch me anywhere
Long as the bread good
Might be in any club, long as my Sig good
Sig Sauer I hit 'em then call my lawyer
They try to ship me out
Georgetown like I'm a Hoya
But the Coupe like white rice
Inside like a goya
And I dropped almost close to a bean
No what I mean?

I'm glad you ain't hop up
In this ring for nothin'
You got experience on ya side nigga
Teach me somethin'
I wasn't big on attention
I ain't fiend to be seen in public
And yeah I gained a lil' fame in this game
But that wasn't the biggest reason of it
Started battlin' cause I needed
Niggas to black on
Like back home I knew this little girl
She was mad strong
Grew up in the poor house
Her family did her mad wrong
She used to cut her body and cry
Herself to sleep to them sad songs
Her mother was an addict on smack
That her step pops used to smack on
He took the EBT card til the
Stamps and the cash gone
She had to steal outta stores just
For somethin' to snack on
And even when her mom made
Food she had to use
The same spoon that her mother
Put the smack on
Shit was rougher than shorty hair
Shit, if she was still around
I would've brought shorty here
Just to show her somethin' different
From the wars and tears
And all affairs gave her step pops a
Head shot cause she lost it there
Watched that man go after hittin' that apple
It ain't as peachy as it all appears
(a pears)
39 wit' a birthday comin', the 40 near
Nicest to the trashiest
I'ma make 'em all aware
It's like my girl sad and I'm always there
I'm wipin' out all the tears (tiers)
I'm all types of savage
When I ain't have money for a chain
I had guys to snatch it
Pelle Pelle, if he wanted the icey jacket
(ice he'd jack it)
My nation got no chill you can't
Stop my movement like I'm hyperactive
Get bad luck seat in the fire
That's white lighter habit's
I ain't even wiggin' yet
I can raise spirit's blacker than
Human form like a silouhette
Put this baby to sleep
My animals on his head like a pillow pet
This nigga knows I'm his biggest threat
But my slip ups will cause him to get
Shot if I keep chokin' I'm grippin' necks
Gettin' dirty wit' a sweet 16
Like a B-Day girl in a shitty dress
Get him bum rushed
Drugged and boxed like a homeless
Man on crystal meth
Get napped in here, black fist
Or the metal nigga, pick ya death
You 'bout it, 'bout it, nigga kill that
Play fightin', you ain't real scrap
TI beanies, the hollow TIP'll tilt hats
Steel clap
"Bro that nigga dead", I still clap
So the spirit that's leavin' his
Body can feel that
Real rap, I ain't kiddin' witchu homie
When I'm toastin' the cig'
(Sig) at him, I ain't givin' him a bogey
Put a round to his head, two dots plus a cut
Looks like a serious emoji
I don't miss shots, I'm hittin' niggas homie
If I Set It Off, one ratchet busts
Cause the only bitch to get away was Stony
When it was our time to shine
We had to take risks (wrists)
And I'll fuck around and get
Him for his Rollie nigga you don't know me
Difference between us? You had yours
In the car dawg
Nah, that's realistic, real shit
But, I didn't have weapons in the ring
I'm hardcore, snap wit' raps
Flippin' wit' bars like I'm parkour
Ghetto nigga side shot
Look like I'm havin' trouble
Openin' the car door
That chopper in the street
You better guard yours
Hear that Big Poppa in the field
That was Hard Ball (boy)
That shit came from miles away
And he ain't get the picture
In Hardball, Miles is the pitcher
Slight choke listen nigga
I'm not one of them dudes you
Killed as a kid spittin' nigga
I'm from the south Bronx
I ain't south Bronx represented nigga
I feel sorry for the fans
That ain't buy tickets nigga
They finna lose out
He got left ghost now it's
Boo or it's spooked out
Beat his ass, still whipped the tool out
Bullets kickin' out in the last
Second like a two count
Keep dumpin' the can' like I'm tryin'
To get all the juice out
Mama's children behind the buildings
Lettin' kabooms out
I'm talkin' cannonballs in back of the
Crib without a pool house
Chess vs Gwitty, rappin' wit' gum
Boy, I'm tryin' to see whatchu (chew) 'bout
All for havin' a loose mouth
Wreckin' you was in my Born Legacy
I was destin' to, Chess the truth
Respect ya elders? Nigga respect ya youth