URLtv, Rum Nitty, Big T - Rum Nitty vs. Big T lyrics

This gon' get ruthless
We got Rum muthafuckin' Nitty vs Big T
AKA Big Tuna this shit's stupid
But, you can't tell him nothin'
I'm finna bury cousin
Pull up, broad day on him
Somethin' heavy clutchin' beretta bustin'
Pull a mil'
(meal) out the box with the glove on
You gonna have to give Tuna help or
(Helper) somethin'
We can't stand the way you rap
Go 'head, tell 'em world
Nah, let me bring that point back
I'm not feelin' your delivery epidural
Let it air, I give a fuck
If the cops watch me, i'm not stoppin'
Torture, leave a Thousand Corpses Rob Zombie
Drop bodies, whole squad grimy
A cold nigga, I lick a
(liquor) shot in T (ea) , it's a hot toddy


Do not try me
It'll be a hostile moment, Gun Line
King for real for real
Cause I pop opponents
Chopper loaded, go 'head drive up on this
We doin' drills, tools out, I hit Tuna's
(tune a) car up
Put these auto's on (Auto Zone) it
You ain't finna body no one
Your career goin' underneath
And you used NWX just for clout
You'se a fuckin' leach
You supposed to keep the structure together
Not just up and leave
He ain't understand what stayin'
In form meant (informant)
And that's why you're
(wire) goin' under T (ee)
Don't fuck wit' me, it's way different
Big ass Sig Sauer, the bench warmer
Don't play nigga thang kickin'
You gon' take three 9's like he got away
Wit' itbut he didn't get away wit' it
We wreck (Rex) shit off the chain nigga
Aye listen, you ain't kick no dirt
And you prolly get off some decent
Material if you don't choke first
On any stage I go work
But this setting fo' sho' worse
So you, gon' die in a small room clear
I'm Joe Goldberg
The pole burst, you knew what I was 'bout
Ruthless, what you gon' do when I
Bring shooters to ya house?
Ruger to ya scalp silencer, I point and air
(ear) , take this Tuna (tune a) nigga out
Big 9 clap, we can go eye for eye
You take one of mine, I'm gon' get right back
Your shit type wack
It's a difference when I spit my raps
Like I pull off the belt, put you in a box
When I slide through the machine kicks off
You think T'll say (TSA) some shit like that?
Kill yaself

Let me understand you somethin'
If you like a bar and you a fan of somethin'
I don't want a hand or nothin'
I don't want you to give me a hand or nothin'
I don't want you to nod ya head or nothin'
You my mans and everything
But for the next three rounds
You ain't my man or nothin'
He the Gun Line King
I ain't tryin' to fall for anything
I brought a stand for somethin'
And that's how Big Terrance comin'
They said, "Come prepared"
Oooh, but why would I
Be unprepared? You know, this a small room
Jamaican restaurants
We know the menu's and how Rum punch in
(punchin') there
And the crowd wooooo's like a
Hand slap from Ric Flair
Bro when nothin' there, nothin' backed it
Drum kit chair
Y'all 'bout to get Nitty beat, drum, kick
Snare
Grandma sweater, one wheelchair, two sticks
I'm puttin' holes in somethin' (k) Nit' wear
It ain't quite the old Big
T but it's gettin' there
They want me to punch of the fourth
I snuck Rum in the fifth, prohibition era
BIG TERRANCE!
Yo, why you actin' like you grippin'
Set trippin' when you livin' up in
The trife slum when from Arizona
Yeah, you got mo' heat tho'
(mojito) but the majority of yo' people
Where you livin' is white Rum
I'm just sayin'
You goin' against a seasoned vet
Tell 'em, "Add some spice Rum"
What I meant (mint) leave tell ya guys "go"
It'll be nothin' but Rum left if I let these
(D's) out my drums what happens when you DS
It'll be nothin' but "Rum" left
Y'all got that? Cool, job well done
We took cheap shots cause
You worked at Wal-Mart
You can never reach the top shelf Rum
You Arizona, Scottsdale bum style on him
You see T gettin' a fifth of Rum
You know get to Rum, rippin' Rum
Grippin' Rum just like a liquor run
Unload, reload, unload, reload, put
The clip to Rum, get the drum like a
Bitches bum ba-lit-tit tum
Bum chicka-bum chicka-bum
Switchin' 'em like a bitches bum
Bum chicka-bum
Or a razorblade thick as um, stick of gum
Bic'in' 'em razorblade it's as big as um
Thick as a stick of gum
Pokémon, liquor tongue, in a pocket, Digimon
Ah man he said he's gon' MOP yo' aunite
('Ante) Up'
I got a blade that'll switch yo' auntie up
I'm Aunt Vivian! Quiet!

Aye, you used to be that
Nigga back in the day we had to honor it
I'm talkin' stats, accomplishments
You was dominant
So this can be your big get back
I promise it
So no stumblin', rap wit' confidence
Don't be chokin', you can't afford to
(two) Jersey, you not Jackie Robinson
Okay that's it, I came equipped
K's and clips, gauges, fifths
Put on a whole gun show, this the main event
Who you playin' wit'?
Talkin' ruthless like you a shooter 'til
I pull out this auto tuner
(Tuna'll) change his pitch
Used to be the one now you slippin'
A whole bum career done, stuck in position
But, you asked for this one cause he trippin'
They just want to hear me put
They names in a verse
It's 'What These Bitches Want' from a nigga
I'm the cheat code
Said I ran out of punches, I don't think so
You thought I was done?
But, you can clearly see Rum
Got some mo' heat tho' (mojito)
You 'bout to get all the smoke
And take so many punches
The fans yellin' "get off the ropes"
We wild up the team, go wild with the thing
Boo Blacka his shit, grrrrrt
Baow with the stick
Let you down on the strip, wild up the team
Lift the cal' up and squeeze
Do a chilacka boo impersonation perfecti got
It down to a T
Aye, aye, I pull up on the scene smokin'
Bring over heat
(overheat) , pop up in ya hood
And T (anti) freeze on 'em
The peace blowin'
It don't stop it keep goin' mini Drac's
The baby chopper come out on T and
(teeth) and ring on 'em
I be with demons, whole clique schemin'
You gon' make me reach and dot somethin'
The inf' beamin'
Do a bitch greasy, Nina, Hurricane Katrina
This shit'll get rid of Big Easy
On CG, I'm not a nigga you can reason wit'
Try me, and I'm on-site squeezin' shit
Let it blow necks
When I grab the Nina and finger it
But y'all just fuckin' around for
(e) play, nigga T's (tease) a bitch
But, it's no sympathy for enemies
Little heat
Keep it covered up like the Middle East
Lemon squeeze
Somebody gotta go, so this ring
More than it's supposed to
It's either gon' be Big or me (bigamy)
Literally kill yaself

Mr chilakaboo what is it?
I ain't even gon' lie, it's some big shit
I couldn't even risk it
I got a gun so big if I lift itright now
Income tax season
I need a Big bitch to get it
Look, Rum told me, he gon' dress T
(ee) up like a first day of school outfit
Did you really match the hat?
Cause where was the cap?
Cause you never had to do that shit
Yeah, I believe that you'll shoot that shit
And you went to school and shit
But what nigga you know with a new ass
Cool ass
Fit at the bottom of it, put some fake ass
Foo foo ass kicks?
Big heater, Surf, Ars', Suge, I'm a Crip
(crypt) keeper
Nah, let's talk about how them
Big sneakers look like it
Came with a gas station water
And a big Snicker
I mean, you didn't even have the six ringers?
The Mexican Mikes?
You couldn't get them bitch neither?
Mike (mic) wasn't on there, you a lip syncer?
They went from the Bloque to
Block like it's Jenga
Suicide, do the job and kill yaself
Bobbie and Christina
Nigga, I'll get at yo' crew
For showin' ya crew love
Chilakaboo your boo for showin' ya boo love
Nigga, you be in your Mankind to be in an
Arizona Cactus Jack before you let T die
I ain't showin' no Dude Love
Before he fold he (Foley) got a few slugs
Arms around everybody by the time he
(Tommy) cold (Cole) I'm bringin' pain
(Paine) in his circle
I'm like Martin up in the group hug
When he grab Tommy
Cole in the circle and do group hug
Yo, big somethin'
When I see 'em in the mall, it's goin' down
Nah, I'm Yung Joc now and no matter
Where I'm at in my career
I'll still lift somethin' a big somethin'
It look like a 100 on
That baby Benjamin Button
Click button, they tried to capitalize on T
I hit the "shift" button switch buttons
Came back around like I
Forgot to get somethin'
Oh, y'all angry fuckin' bars
Go back to the bar and get somethin'
Bacardi Long Island
Rum gon' get shot popped in everything
Tried to iced T (ea) still fifth dumpin'
Bitch, what? Man, go 'head, get someone
Get a bunch of niggas
I don't care if you bring muscle builders
Nigga we flippers
We Jesse White tumble niggas
Go and swing, there's a couple wit' us
Big thumpers wit' us
If you think you gon' get somethin' off of
(Office) like Dunder Mifflin
Those mechanical punches stalls
Yo' muthafuckin' engine
BOP! BOP! Look like you got
A bad muffler in it quiet!

Free Gunsmoke i tell a nigga be 'bout me
All gun lines
Every chance I get I'ma speak my piece
(peace) but before I pull the heat out, peep
I'ma wash you, with both hands first
Then I'ma let it ring out T (ee)
Grimy if a nigga try me then he through
I let you choose, whatchu want? 9 or 22?
Line it up and shoot
Suppressor, make it buck silent
I'm reppin' Quiet Money too
You gotta die, all kinda 9's
More heat, some of the shit I brought for T
(four tee) toddler size chopper fly
You know we creep, roll three deep
Pull out the mop for everything, I'm OCD
Aye, fuck the other side
I'll make 'em hold this heat
Yeah you know me
It's in my Nature to put down an 'OPP'
Get fired on
It's the type of shit my whole side on
Bullets go through ya temple now ya mind gone
9 blow, your friends is gettin' shot, I'm
Puttin' Quiet niggas in a box
It's a mime show still trippin'
Get on some personal shit and you will get it
Say a disrespectful line, I'll knock
Out a 2 for 1, that's how I deal wit'
Kill switch 'em, you gon' make me up the TEC
Chilakaboo the whole clip 'til
It's nothin' left
You ask for this like you wanted wreck
Well since you came after the 4th Quarter
I owe (O) T a sudden death
Aye, but if he hidin', we get the location
We find him pull up with a Hawk
Robbin' (Robin) inside of T house, it's a Teen Titan
He dyin', it's gun talk
Load it up, let one off, put a round over T
Now your round over T
Look like an Ankh cross war Machine
My nigga Will killed you
You should've left Ill alone quarantine
Pull up on the scene
You better call for God if you
See us hangin' outside the buildin'
Give the Lord a ring (loitering) mean
You can't keep it real yourself

You too soft keep playin' game
Niggas will knock your roof off
It's gon' be a sad song for whoever
This elf Nit' wit' like Rudolph
Y'all ain't heard it?
I am not just a nitwit, oh that song too soft
Y'all act like y'all ain't seen that
Like the battle with Rex
You versus Snoop Dogg
Y'all act like y'all ain't
Seen that verse Rex
With the shit and you verse Rex
With Rum and Snoop Dogg
That nigga drug Rum so bad
Bill Cosby saw it and got a new charge
What I look like to you? A goofball?
I don't care if you was a no
Name, soon as Rum pull steel, skin
(Rumpelstiltskin) smooth off
That's how I do dawg
Look, I put Jakk in a Box
Now these nigga's head sprung
Pistol to ya head, BONG! Ya head gone
People in the next three houses
Down lost their eardrum
I don't care what set you said
You from nigga you dead son
BAOW! A lie for ya Crip
Do a murder you flip, your shirt red Rum
(redrum)
Whoever find Big T gon' get a finders fee
Ever since BIG nigga it never been
A big nigga wild as me
Nigga, let's be Frank
Nitty you're not Untouchable
There's not a hitman from the Chi like me
That whole even back-to back round scheme
You don't even come off as a
West coast guy to me your whole style is in
(N) NY, that's where you'll find it T
Look in NY, you'll find "it T"
Spell "Nitty" name
Nobody came up with that style but me
Let's go back to style
See 'em all, it's goin' down
Know in general, they arm me
(Army) with somethin' that'll hit
Ya cold then PAOW colin Powell
Not to mention your name's Cornell Powell
Enough with the government name
Associates with your government name
Let me fuck Rum flips, let get "Cornell" now
Everybody think Cornell now
Okay I'ma get Cornell now
I came across training, hit his stomach
Get core nailed down
Nigga, I cross training to cross his
Circle to get Cor' nailed down
Nigga, ever since the battle with
Me and Geechi came out
He said he's gon' stitch T
(ee) like an embroidery shop
The Glock on my side, red dot on my eye
Watch where you look, corner ya shot
Find Cor' up on the corner
You better move fast Cor' ya drop 44 ya pop
Look from ya eye cornea pop
Would you muthafuckas stop?
Man, I'm tired of hearin'
All this hippity hoopla
And how ya clip go blipity blew blah
I just dippity do dah, blah
Coroner go zippity do dah
Nigga talkin' 'bout Nitty
It's five on me and it ain't no new car nigga
I blew (blue) off like Snoop Dogg
Bro, I blew off like a new car
Bro, I blew off like a bitch with a boob job
I blew off like quiet nigga