URLtv, Rosenberg Raw, JC - Rosenberg Raw vs. JC lyrics

I said oh, can everybody hear me?
I said, dig it now, you midget clown
I came wit' three vicious rounds
Be lucky if a nigga lets you win a round
I'mma talk that Pistol-vania shit and
How we'd get ya down type shit I snuff him
He be sleep before he hit the ground!
While you be in your crib stressin'
I'm loadin' up a big weapon
Hula hoop your midsection
Open up the nigga stomach
Have his ribs flexin'! For that salad green
I'll have him leakin' French dressin'!
I'm in Beast Mode! He's in Bitch Mode!
The clip long as sub sandwiches from Quiznos
If he don't understand me, ain't no debatin'
It's a hostage situation
Boy, I'm comin' for your fuckin' family
Nigga, fuck your family!
I'll cut your mother fingers off and
Mail 'em to you like
"Here - these might come in handy"
You got a issue wit' me? Nigga
State your issue wit' me
Bet your snapback won't snap back
After I pistol-whip him!
He been smokin' on that meth
He got them crystals in him!
Me? Bought my Pistol-vania
Itchy finger trigger wit' me
Nigga, we in yo' state
Pocket full of snowflakes
Wu Tang, I look like a killer
(Killah) wit' my Ghostface
Robbery, ransom, my niggas on a dough chase
That clip counterclockwise - watch
That bitch rotate!
I was YouTubing you, this situation truthful
Too i came across a battle called
"JC vs poopy Doo" i clicked on it thinkin'
"Who the fuck is Poopy Doo?"
Y'all both was spittin' poop nigga!
I couldn't tell who was who!

Wassup lil fat nigga?
I know what you thinkin' right
The nerve of me
Problem is you alone, I'm at home
There's not one shook nerve in me
Welcome to the Midwest, Yak town we in here?
It's game time
See we hate guys with fake lives
About 10 minutes out here can change lives
We live what you rap 'bout
Shit you act out could get yo brain fried
They won't find you
A stack will turn a amber alert
Into a First 48 crime
Most I could say, you average
Not a lot to say, that shit stops today
My flow too toll booth: you
Cross me you gotta pay i hope you listen
'Cause bein' too hood niggas
Known for slippin'
I seen ya type, no one's different
If you street, I'm Road Commission
Fuck ya life, you in my state
I could get you touched tonight
Talk that shit
My goons gon' be on yo ass Huggie tight
I already know your approach
You gon' talk about how
You slangin' them drugs
You got killas on deck
You hang with them thugs
But, you already lost to a
Nigga from the Mitten
You OJ Simpson: niggas thought
You was the killer
But the shit ain't look the same
When it came to the Glove
Welcome nigga, you see-through
I could get you Glad-wrapped and trash bagged
One finger get shit open, I'm iPhone app fast
Dip shit, my clique sick
Misfit's when that shit spit
Ready with Rockets, get out of pocket
You better be Vick quick
When shit get thick
Out here reppin' time mean weapon time
Tools out, big metal
Shit could fold a Decepticon
I don't care what lane you in
If you in my street I'll swerve into 'em
Heat to his scalp
Put that burner to him and
Perm it through him
Knives up, see how I'm cut
I bring surgeons to him please b, yo act TV
Out here you don't ask about real niggas
You come see me
See right now you look uncomfortable
And you know what happen when
I was battlin' him
So jumpin' in fires after him won't
Help either one of you
You wanted that street shit and all
The way now you felt tough so call home
Tell 'em you got beef with
Them gloved up goons
And see how fast your help come
We search where you at before you get
To yellin' with yo fat ass
You jump in between that bread niggas'll
Knock jelly out yo fat ass
My niggas ride different, we
Catch you in traffic, raid ya van
Shots to his brain, change his plans
Every nigga I hang with blam
I'm armed with the cannon like Mega Man
I don't gotta aim it man
To box y'all up I could pay shooters
And like Frank Lucas have the
Bitches chop Raw up
Welcome nigga, let's make music
I got that AR-16 with rockets flyin'
Breeze through, make him eat clips
(Eclipse) to stop his shine
I'm tryna shootout that class of 2011
And right there I wasn't tryna rhyme
I meant literally: shoot out class
I will Columbine every nigga
On that dotted line
Shit get personal when them curtains move
I'll put up that purse for you
It's gon' hurt to move
Security won't work for you
You about to get broken off
And I do not mean like paid
I mean like literally broken dawg
I'm hopin' y'all got the endurance
To endure the shit that I wrote for dawg
Example: I catch your whole family
On the sofa Raw
Kick in the door, children and hoes
I rope 'em all
Ain't no celebration but I got
The toast for y'all
Your bitch get tore up like
Warm-ups when the coaches call
See you provoked this Raw
You know this shit hot
Since yo kids tied the only way they escape
That heavy metal is if they Slip Knots
If not, then nigga I'm bustin'
And I'll get rid of this big
Bitch family faster than Jennifer Hudson
Hold up! You just lost round one

Somethin' told me yo fat ass would
Come at me like this
Sucks for you fat nigga
Round 1 was the light shit
Now it's time for that vice grip
Put an end to all that trife
Shit 'cause shit get crucial
Your style's so fuckin' generic
I know it better than you do
Example: the street approach
We've seen it, take a different route
All you doing is tryna convince yourself
That you this nigga that you spit about
Change ya pitch, ya words goofy
You sound strange as shit
And nobody believes the four's will dump
If you sound like Forrest Gump
When you say the shit but back to us
I got dollars I automatically dump
I call them savages up
Niggas that approach all static with pumps
They'll attack that area where
You stashin' ya lunch
Then put a hole straight through you
Now yo niggas can watch yo
Back from the front
That's real beef, they for real eat
My guys bringin' harm
Move eights, it's too late to find the alarm
Y'all remind me of Ray Charles
When shit get ugly
It's clear you don't wanna fuck with it
Just by the size of the arms
We body bringin', shotty squeezin'
Yo fam in a lobby screamin'
ER got doc's tryna jigsaw puzzle body pieces
They will kill, keep tools clappin'
While dude's actin'
Hugh Jackman: I'm Real Steel
I'll show up in yo hometown
Ready to ride on him, no Polo now
4-4 knock yo hoes out
With that can I black out Four Loko style
You know what time it is
This is what real life rhymin' is
And though the line is thin
This is exactly what define us men
Niggas like you create that image
Try to buy your fans
Real niggas see the image but
It's just a hologram
See my niggas will go where I'm at
They stay ready to squeeze Uzi's
Problems? I'll have my whole set on
The road like that Speed movie
These groupies remind me of bitches
Y'all got the same symptoms
Claimin' y'all loyal to the block
Y'all got that thang with you
But when money comin' off that white
Loyalty the last thing in 'em
Them starvin' hoes turn Mario
Soon as you hit that brick you
See the change in 'em
Let me find the pigeons fly off yo
Block and it ain't a dumb front
We loadin' trucks up
Hittin' that bitch ready to Duck Hunt
And see I ain't gettin' halfway mean
Nigga I will put out a blunt on
Yo face to keep my ashtray clean
I will show you niggas how to act
Take you to where them ridaz at
Let 'em run in ya shit while you
Sleep and give him a stocking cap
Let me drop a fact
I don't know a nigga cold as me
So, it's gon' cost checks to
The nigga I cross next necks like a rosary
I'm ready for whatever, that tool will melt
You and any dude that help
And these knuckles will make a
G buckle like Gucci belts
That shit with Time Bomb was a warm up
Y'all still got to see me spar
He got to talkin'
I had to put the live shit
At a pause like DVR
So if I'm two deep, I'm loaded
So is the man with me pringles style
When you pop don't stop 'til the can empty
You just lost round 2

Niggas like you get on, get shine
And immediately get to changin' they style
That's that fraudulent shit
The cloth that my clique cut
From not available now it's called real
Niggas who don't know how fraud feel
Y'all come ride with 'em
But, you niggas jumpin' at oncomin'
Traffic to collide with 'em you not street
You ever had a nigga who
Knew every block rule
Popped tools and stayed on the block deep
Nice hand game and can box sweet
But could look you dead in yo eyes
Point blank range, pop heat and not blink?
Yeah, nigga, you got me
A young nigga that ain't scared of shit
I embrace this shit
I could bang a clip and flame
A spliff while the barrel lit
You could get hit with all types of bottles
We live by that Nike motto, the name is real
Talkin' will get the nigga
You came with killed
'Cause they blazin' steel in the time it
Take for you to say you will
That's that Yak shit, niggas blast
Shit get bad we turn mechanic:
I throw my hood up they leave all you
(oil) leakin' like the engine bad
You a "would do" nigga
All these stories about what's
Gon’ happen basic
Honestly it don't show that you hood
It show imagination
See real niggas laugh when lames just
Talk about the matics blazin'
But, you should know hood code
We on the "wait 'til I catch you" basis
All I'm hearin' is Rosenberg Raw is vicious
Dawg just listen, the boy be spittin
But they meant literally
Fat boy got that lisp them "S" words is what
Cause all that spittin'
But see that's another bad vibe
To a hood nigga, dawg suspicious
Round here niggas who can't
Control they tongue? We call 'em snitches
So know I'm doin' what I can to
Make these niggas not rush you
Before you speak on a hood nigga
Realize you got all the hood symptoms
To make niggas not trust you
Now I done caught fat boy on a doze off
There's lanes in these streets
You don't cross i will send a slug that'll
Throw him through the sky
Then stop by to Heaven to drop his soul off
You think muggin' get my people scared?
Muggin' is a evil stare
If they follow you home the first time
The second time they'll meet you there
You don't know the type of shit I'm in
My men will catch you at your mom's house
And leave Rose planted in the garden
He'll fit right in
I could give a fuck if you
Dig me or believe me, hell
Most niggas don't understand 'til
They feel it, it's like readin' braille
Losin' gon' be a win-win to you niggas
It's a fact to y'all broads
I'm OnStar: you lost but I'll still
Get you on the map
Speakin' of maps, you in my house
So know it's nothin' to pull
A homi in the club know this
There's no prints when you catch
Bodies in the Glove
Right now I'm for all types of action
Pipes and ratchets, snipes and stab him
I put the Glove on then slide
Out like I'm Michael Jackson
It's like that, long range snipe that
Get a blade slice that
Or put pumps on right where they pump life at
I'm a fuckin' specialist
Catch this pussy unexpected
We know he don't tuck the weapon
Don't Raw mean unprotected?
I'll bust the Desert, then the fif' slide out
You are in a city I know inside out
The clip blaze then the switchblades
Leave his insides out my men ride out
So if it's disrespect I'll
Get this homo popped
When that can peel 'cause I'm
A man steeled like RoboCop please Rose
Second mic with that 4-5 I squeeze Rose
Thought you was the one, that bullshit
Don't fly in the D, rose
You got did dirty in Jersey
Then washed by Qleen, rose
This shit pitiful nigga
I gotta kill all y'all
Y'all ain't even hospitable nigga
First Time Bomb
This ass-whoopin' meant for you nigga
I am all over PA like a principal nigga
Lie to these niggas
Tell 'em how you grip and blam Uzi's
How you in the 7 with the
Eagle, you just a Vick fan, truly
If it's real beef
My goons is in that big van cruising
Hop out wavin' a AK like a
Fan in the Sixth Man movie
You just lost a battle