URLtv, Rum Nitty, C3 - Rum Nitty vs. C3 lyrics

Straight out the gate
I'ma beat a bitch like a dog race
Break a broad face i torture lames
I really find joy in pain
('Joy & Pain') like Rob Base
Shoot every angle of ya crib up in broad day
We sticked up, if I emptied out this MAC see
(Maxi) pad gettin' hit upfrom
All ways (Always) you not safe
You bitches think you runnin' the scene
Well it's y'all who I be lookin' fo'
Wit' a chrome under the seat ask 'bout me
You gon' have Webb searchin' for you 'til
I end up in the bing
Get the fuck out the ring
You better think fast, or get beat bad
All I see is death
(DEF) on 3 like a cell phone keypad she mad
If you don't want this to be the baddest look
Then stay at home mayou have to cook
First Babs get shook, then Gat is
(Gattas) hooked
I even keep somethin' with me for Luck
Like a rabbit foot but look
You ain't have to pay this big
Bitch no cash for me
She not it, all the shots that C error missed
(Sierra Mist)
Put her on Caffeine free, keep the heat
Load the cal'
Stomach shot, pierce a vital organ
Blood get to flowin' now
She won't make it home her
(Homer) fluid leakin' outta C (Odyssey)
And she gon' pour 'em (poem) out
It's goin' down put a round in a target
I'll pistol whip a hoe across
The mouth just for talkin'
Awful, pull a MAC and hit
You wit' the bottom bitch
You be down for the longest
To be honest, I'm one of the best that did it
I done took two battles in one day befo'
I really put effort in it
FIrst it was Drugz, then it was LL, C
(LLC) , I really took care of business
Stretch you bitches wesson grippin'
This shit'll sound off when it's
On like a Tesla engine
Ya death get witnessed i'm set to kill
Weapon peeled tool on
Smith & Wesson and it's
Two toned like Pleasantville
What's the deal?
I ain't playin' witchu bitches
They done put you in the jungle
'round the apes and gorillas
This dyke bitch think she can
Bang out wit' some niggas
But, you still gotta sit down and pee, C
(NPC) it prove you ain't
Safe around the killa
They sent the hitter to do the job
Watch me slide up, I keep a gun
And to make sure a deed is
(Adidas) done, I get 3 lined up
Enoughs enough
Cause you be doin' the most fo' sho'
A nigga come out here and
Say somethin' 'bout yo' ass
You'll say "pause" slow ya roll
Cause we don't identify a boy in C
(buoyancy) , I don't care what floats ya boat
Loc the GOAT
I'm that nigga, my pen game tough
And I can switch it up like Jack Thriller
MAC gripper, the heat blew
If she catch one from the pump, C
(see) through glass slipper, I jack bitches
Run up in yo' house packin' a pole
Like, "Where that money at? I'm finna get
You for that stash that you hold"
She trippin', can't remember the
Code to the safe
So I rocked her in her face
Bitch you better act like you know!
This my shit, it's fuckin' over
I'm 'bout to up and smoke her
Smack don't even send two Hennys
To the stage no mo', rum took over
Bitch! And you can't keep it real yourself
I'm raisin' two black queens so I'm not gonna
Rap about how you tried to kill yoself
Cause, I'd rather see you build yourself
On the set

That "Maxi-Pad from Always" shit was mean
Also means, at this period in time
Y'all 'bout to see a pussy bleed
But, from what I hear
Here's where you do me dirty Rum
That shit just make me think of all
The events where I was fucked up
I know a lot of y'all see me slurrin' drunk
If niggas had bottles
They knew to reserve me cups
But that shit is over now, I've
Been sober a while, so basically
I already 30'd Rum so fuck this battle
That battle was very fuckin' hard
Way before you and Geechi
I was in Every Fuccin' Bar
So if y'all think I'm scared to leave punch
Drunk or worry 'bout how Rum punch
Y'all got me fucked up
I come from the area where Smack used
To hold the camera in front punch
I'm a different breed
Be careful if you effin' wit' me
Especially if you wanna be part
Of this URL brand indefinitely
Shit, look at this, I'm feelin'
The Caffeine URL brandin', definitely
Cause you could've been a Crip
Bangin' fo' yo' set now you dyin' on the set
URL branded (Brandon) death and Nit' Lee
Bitch these, ain't no blanks I'm shootin'
I brung Smith &'s for your supporters
But, I can switch, have somethin' different
Take out ya sons and daughters
But as for you? You know I gotta
Have somethin' much bigger for ya
Want a clue? I miss when Ace was 25
That's 50 for the Quarter
Now ya life is over, stock up, this a hoarder
I ain't playin' wit' this bitch
I gotta have the gun lines
Cause that's his glitch
And I'm prayin' Jesus can't fix it cause
From what I've seen in life
You gay and can't fix it
Ready to die by a gun line
And lay wit' ya biscuit
Every round you flamin' shit
Relax sis', you not the only one who got lead
Guns ain't hard to get if you got bread
Everybody's a shooter these days
So when you drop dead
It's just another sad tale
Cause my aim to flip a Quarter, I got heads
But, I bet you only talk
Guns and all that shit
Cause you can't fight and you small as shit
Let's bet our other halfi bet
You I whip yo' ass and fuck his guns
You gotta be smokin' crystal meth
If you think he
Out here like Mad Max with his little ass
Whoever believe you a shot of Rum
Must be hittin' a little glass
Cause you ain't gon' do shit wit'
Them grips that you got
Have you ever seen a nigga get shot?
Now lyrically, he can service
Physically? Ain't done shit on his block
Got an optimum amount of bars about it
But, if I rain on him
Expect Rum signal to drop
Now let's get to the plot
Without gun lines do you really
Got a pen Nitty?
And without an actual gun are you tough?
Cause last night I seen a
Lof of fem' in Nitty (femineity)
And on that note
There are some tips I can lend Nitty
Cause my flow like a bottle
Of, good for a body, alkaline Nitty
And I'm not even out to win Nitty
I'm here cause I don't back down
Plus I love this setting
I can actually just rap now
How 'bout I give you a one
Bar scheme for ya background?
That your head can't wrap 'round
Cause whoever cheer (chair) for Nit'
Your whole section'll
(sectional) get sat down
That's body on body like a packed crowd
But, if they act up, it's
Bucks on top of bucks, this a cash cow
And I can't pull back now
So nigga don't freeze up
It would be funny if you spent all
Of that time throwin' them "C's" up
Then Beasley called, "Next
C's up" then a nigga seize up
Also I wanna ask
Why is your name "Rum Nitty" but I only
See you drinkin' Henny wit' yo' dumb ass?
You know what? Don't even answer that
Just catch yo' breath and get ready
Fo' round two witcho punk ass

Aye, when I heard we was doin'
Kings Vs queens, I said
"This gon' be a bunch of fun"
But y'all got me pissed
Take a seat thinkin' y'all can compete
This ain't what you want
I mean you might can come out here
And beat some of these other bums
But we all know none of you hoes
Can stand up to number one
Is you fuckin' dumb?
This won't work out perm scout
This dyke bitch don't deserve clout
I should break her mouth then this
(dentist) thot'll (thought will) have a
Hard time gettin' words out
You burnt out, this hoe need a bath
You look like you don't clean yo'
Ass strap or yo' cookie
You bold just for that
Walk around this bitch smellin'
Like 'Badussy' you
Gon' catch the nose of the MAC get clapped
You know I'ma ride and it's time to die
I load the clip and get
Payback like it's monetized
Said she was gon' beat me? Stop the lies
You didn't think that I'd top C
(autopsy) performance?
Well now you know why she died
If you try? I'ma leave ya head cracked
I can't stunt
I've been itchin' to lace fronts
When these bitches gon' get it
In they head Smack? Let's rap
I ain't gon' take it easy, she dies
If you thought givin' her me
(Hermes) , smart
You got greased (Greece'd) or be blind
Think wise
Cause, I'll run a knife right up her side and
(Poseidon) and she'll see (sea c) god
But on the bright side
This was a good look fo' sho'
But askin' why it took so long
It's crazy you got all that ass in them pants
But ain't nobody jumpin' to put you on
Fuck you doin'? Actin' like you don't bleed
Hoe please
You gon' make me empty out this whole heat
Reload, then dump some mo' on her
(Moana) , keep it under control C (sea)
Hoe please
I done really slid with them poles
Kicked in them doors whipped on the stove
But it don't matter how
Y'all envision me though
I lost my baby mama and my mama in
The same month and still didn't fold
I raise my kids on my own
That makes me realer than any pistol I hold
But we all been through shit too, right?
That'll have you sayin'
"Fuck everybody" that's what ya mood like
Pushin' people away that's tryin' to help
You really lose sight
You couldn't understand it, they was
Tryin' to bless you, like gesundheit
Bitch you light, better bow down
Bet the bake, I'ma at least beat 3, 2-1
I even put my account down (a countdown)
Loud rounds out the pistol shoot, she'll die
If I don't do the job
I'ma finish you and get rid of you
Before I squeeze the 9, I let C decide
(see the side) peripheral
I'ma put an end to you
I feel like I'm good for
This culture no cappin'
Cause, I make you motherfuckas work harder
All my opponents be spazzin'
They on they A game when they face me
I give 'em a shot
They reach levels they usually can't reach
I'm a performance enhancer
Then go check they next
Few performances after right back to average
The K's screamin', you ain't leavin'
If I let a Flame go straight by
(bi) , I'm puttin' gays (gaze) in the sky
It look like I'm daydreamin' (Day' dreamin')
You can't keep it real yourself
I'm raisin' two black queens so I don't wanna
Rap about how you tried to kill yoself

"Suicide, or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yaself"
Well, you brung it up last night
So let's talk about it nigga, I tried
But, you know what? I think for me to
Make it here today to battle you
Might be one of the reasons I'm still alive
Now I know all y'all might be confused
So let's go for a ride
I need y'all to come wit' me
Back to 2018 I told Don Lady
"I been ahead of my time
That's why you bitches can't fuck wit' me
Y'all wanna know why at 15
I tried to commit suicide?
Cause in my head I was
Already battlin' Rum Nitty" hmmm
That's kinda prophetic, wouldn't you say?
Now these people think I'ma get decapitated
I disagree
But somehow my spirit knew I would be headed
(beheaded) your way
So your old style? Hang it up
There's no crowd
They already kicked the chairs
(cheers) you gotta rap better today
And I don't wanna hear gun line
After gun line after gun-
That shit make me wanna slit my wrists
But yet in still I try not to take in vein
(vain) your meddling (metal in) ways
And today? I've never felt more alive
Now they might like your bars more than
Mine but there's more to mine
See I try to paint pictures with
These bad thoughts of mine
Cause, I know the real image
Will have y'all mortified
I put my all into this
So every line there's more to find
You was about to fight over a
Personal that wasn't even personal
Cause you hold more confined
I'm an open book
So to these people I'm the hug
And the shoulder they needed
And even more can find
I uplift them, give them more for they mind
You just out, up
Liftin' Draco's and all them 9's
But - aww fuck
Don't worry y'all I ain't chokin'
Don't call time
Just clearly I had too much Lux on my mind
Rum, you don't get no bitches i mean
Besides homegirl we all know it's
A truth to that i mean
Cause if I saw you wit' a
Bad bitch I'll walk straight up
To that chick like, "Aye you gon'
Suck this dickbut it's a pussy
You cool wit' that?"
Rum prolly be like, "Fuck outta
Here my bitch straight
She ain't doin' that" nigga please
I'll have your bitch bring me the eats
And leave without the Uber App
Now whatchu gon' do 'bout that?
Am I gonna catch all the smoke?
"Take, so many punches that
The fans yellin'-"?
Boy, fuck all your quotes
I will have my niggas knock you out and
Take them little chains off ya throat
'Bout time you come to
They'll be at the pawnshop tryin'
To get off the ropes good lord I'm dope
I told y'all we was gonna get it in
You thought I was just fast cash
On the card, well payment declined
I'ma push that pin (pen) again
Cause before I just lay down and
Die, I'll empty this revolver
Reload and empty that bitch again
The judge asked me about the
Overkill, I'll just say
"I was thinkin' about Wal-Mart your honor
And that was way more bucks
Than I meant to spend (spin) "
Now you gotta admit, that shit was clever
I can come up with that type of shit whenever
So you just stoppin' my writtens? Never
I'm old school with the pen
And pad pack like a get-together
Now yours filled with headshots
You dotted eyes
(I's) but for me you gotta cross your T's
I guess at first you ain't feel the pressure
Well you should've chose a different measure
Cause my flow switch with the weather
And now that he knows 3 cold, I bet
(k) Nit' a sweater the name's C3
I do my numbers and I hold
Shit down to the letter but they say
"Nitty let it fly and bugs every battle"
Well I guess I'm John Wick lit
On a Citronella now is that too Insane?
Well cool, cause I'm too deranged
Also known for overdoin' thangs
They say your tempers massive
Well if I pull this mag Nit', 'tude
(magnitude) will change
Aye Charlie! Should I do
Another scheme wit' it? Reach wit' it
Nah, but I can spit it greater
While I figure out what I'ma
Cook for dinner later
Cause if I pull this mag' Nit' (magnet)
Next place you'll be seen? On a refrigerator
Cause it's no way, you can survive around 3
And you definitely, DEFINITELY
Ain't gon' survive in round three
Get his ass from 'round me

Aye, you told that nigga Riggz that
You wanted to bend over
Then you tried to retract yo' statement
Nah uh, it was too late
We already heard you say it
You can't erase it don't try to explain it
That's exactly what you was thinkin'
How are you out the closet
And undercover? That shit's amazin'
Then you went and slipped up
And exposed yo' straightness, you trippin'
Jeezy voice, "Bitches sneak dickin'
And that ain't how we play
Bitch you lyin' you fucked
A nigga named "DJ""
She fake, couldn't pay me enough to screw you
You wouldn't get this pipe i'd decline dyke
(Klondike) , what would you do?
Bitch move, or you'll get slapped
You look like a whole fuckin'
Nigga in the face, that's true in fact
This ratchet bitch gotta man chin
(mansion) like the movie Bats
Stupid ass, I should steal you on the spot
You think that you kinda big
That you can box? What are you 3? 5'7"?
(357) , still don't got a shot off top
They said
"Niggas don't take it serious" and
It irks me too
Cause takin' somebody that has fake drive
Is a step back 3, that's a Curry move
I'm tryin' to murder you
This match gon' get worse
I bring a casket out first
But bitch it's been
(bent) over, before the coffin (coughin')
That's a cavity search
Why you tryin' to cover up yo' ass
With the back of yo' shirt?
That shit's berserk
Hidin' (hide in) a cake like a bachelor party dancer at work
I should dog yo' bitch ass
They gon' come out here and cheer for what
You sayin' but all that shit's trash
You gon' have me feelin'
Like a bad boyfriend
Just sit back and watch you get gas
Clip blast
A bitch get buried, I lift the heat
This old Colt get to kickin' 3 Vinatieri
Bitch you scary
I ain't gon' play witchu fam'
Just like when E smoked you
Shit got way outta hand
That ain't how you playin'
You was supposed to stick to
The script and pick Hart (heart) apart
Don't you think like a man? But fam'
If she says she ain't never been with a dude
She lyin' her coochie wide
I know you done sucked a dick at least two
Three times
Mini chops, I'ma make the goons swing by
And tell 'em right after you
Put the Drac' to C ('Toosie) , Slide'
You gon' die and I'ma leave you where you at
What you gon' call me a lil' nigga?
Bitch you greasy and you fat
And couldn't go the length
With somebody my height
Tell 3 to mention (dimension) that
But facts, I gotta question I
Wanna ask my dawg, my nigga
If you had a chance to
Marry one, and fuck one, and kill one
Smack, what broads you pickin'?

I'm killin' all these bitches man
Ayo, shoutout to Roc
I learned a lot battlin' that guy truly
Seems like every guy I battled after that
Just could not move me
Smack you remember that
That's when I told you I was the New Jack
If y'all ever question why that movie
Cause that Roc
(k) smoke is the reason why I'm on fire
Now I'm Pookie
But, you? I know it make you mad when
They say you wanna be like Tay, right?
Gun Bar King gun Line King
That shit really ain't the same, right?
I mean, I had ya back
But as of lately I'm startin'
To feel like they right
Cause soon as he turn into Dracula
You started runnin' from daylight (Daylyt)
But let me guess, you don't wanna be
Dracula you'll be more like Blade, right?
Nigga, if you don't wanna show us
The inner you, then fuck it
This blade might
And I just feel bad for they site
Cause when you stuck in front the audience
It ain't stage fright i used to be a big fan
I studied you, and I'm not now
Cause, I realize you reach and
Recycle a whole bunch
Your shit don't seem so hot now
And I wasn't even gon' bring
It up in front of everybody 'til in one of
Your battles you said
"get shot up like a drome image"
I'm like, "Okay, this shit gotta stop now"
The camera is literally under the drone
Use your eyes clown
Or think 'bout bitches besides
Hustle treat you, they shot down
You need to work harder on your shit Rum
Or catch a head butt
I'll split Rum, let his blood drip
Like I spilt Rum but this y'all land?
Well me and the ladies came to fuck you
Niggas up and take over like pilgrims
But y'all tell me- stumbles

Now I know that they feel Rum
But that don't mean that I should fear Rum
Cause if C's so sick then
This heat'll sear Rum (serum)
Now you used to do so
Good in yo' past battles
But, I can't say much fo' yo' past battles
But, I can't say much fo' yo' last battles
And now Geechi the face of the west
You gotta live in that shadow
I guess I'm here to finish
Rum off like Jack Sparrow
Cause, I am 3, I am god, I don't fuckin' lose
That goes for any battle rap
Bitches or you fuckin' dudes
From now on, shit gon' go by my fuckin' rules
I'll be your awakenin', love or fear
Which one you choose?