URLtv, Charlie Clips, Rum Nitty - Rum Nitty vs Charlie Clips lyrics

So this what the big stage look like
I'm happy to be here finally
Bars got me here, they say
"You have to have more than
That if you beating Charlie"
I say, "Fuck that
Cause if he slack it'll be a homi"
And every nigga that Stand By Me
Traveled to see a body let's get it poppin'
I hope you took me serious or I'ma end Clips
Fuck freestyling
He gon' have to rap for real
(Pharrell) to win clips (Clipse)
Big shit, what I'm palming is a 50
Point blank, off his
(office) headmonica Lewinsky
Think I won't fill him up? With
These hollows then you trippin'
You'll be a fool (full) , Clip'
Thinking that I won't pop it 'till it's empty
They ask me, "Nitty
Why you always rap about guns?"
Cause, I let 'em blow like that
And I really had 45's in the coat like that
You ain't creeping with the four's
You don't tote like that
Miss Celie on the porch: you
Don't cutthroat like that
Bet I can hit your main bitch
Doggy-style for a hundred dollars
Fuck her proper
Make her lift the cakes up from behind
Like "Let's become the chopper" BRRRRRRR!
But, I'm so motherfuckin' mean with it
I can bring that shit back and do
A whole 'nother scheme with it
Coppertop rotate out the barrel
When I'm squeezing it
I lift up and a round spin in your chest
Like Steams did it! When you beat Rex
It got to your head my nigga
You got overconfident, then lazy
Start showing up extra unprepared
I don't know if you just ain't give a fuck
No more or if the feeling wasn't there
But, you fucked up in
Like 30 straight battles
The fans done had it up to here
You like them niggas that made "Rump Shaker"
Pauseyou took Rex and affected
(Wreckx-N-Effect) your career
But, if niggas wanna shoot, it's whatever
Then let's begin, I hold the
Thing high light Clips, eSPN
And get close, FN under your extra chin BOW
He get the Hollow point
Upward like he throwing LOM
And I say fuck the haters
I got to ignore 'em
Talking 'bout the stage big
I'll pull something big on the
Stage and have the wildest
(Wallace) performance
Lil' snub in a jim star ride with 'em on me
That's the blade in the nose
I go Rodman on 'em
But niggas in my city they say heat you up
You know leave you slumped
That's why I brought down the 30 fo'
Let it ring on Charles

That's exactly what Phoenix want
You know the game hater, I keep one tucked
Fuck a straight razor, think Jada
He'll get a bald head before he sees a
(Caesar) cut what up? Or I swoop through
2-2's bustin' 'em
Trying to stop Clips with a round
In the middle like Youtube buffering bow!
You went from Lux, to Hollow
To me: nice fuck-up
How you expect your career to take flight
When you don't write (Wright) brother?
Shout out to my niggas actually writing
Cause this 'bout who raps the nicest
Fuck your views
Them numbers can turn into casket prices
Shotgun out, your family dying
Soon as this 12 racks back
Like Danny tried it
My last two ran through, you saw that shit
But this easier bootleg at the theater: I'll
Walk through Clips
Real shit, you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide, or I'll do the job
You decide (Kill yourself)

You wanna spit all punches tonight
In a small room, no filler fine
Do me a favor stop stealing
Cause that whole Wallace shit was Chilla line
And you brought how I battled Lux
How I went from Lux to Rex to Hollow fine
Once again stop stealing
That Wright Brother was Hollow line
Now I'ma bar every peace of
Blood outta this Crip nigga
As you can see Nitty it's already over slime
Everyday I get asked am I NWX
No it's just in my DNA for me to over shine
(Shine) i'ma cancel Nitty life if he
Play with the clock
But Rain check and make sure that
This nigga don't over rhyme
Raincheck, cancel ayy
Your squad named "4th Quarter" right?
Good, you know better that play
With me and go overtime
Now word is Nitty gonna kill Clips
Cool once again I have to remind you
For the record I don't play
It's a scratch in the vinyl
Niggas like Nitty love frontin' until it's
Two bullet attacking his spinal
And this Smith comin' out the shirt
More that JR after the finals
I grab Nitty by his collar he
Holla "You got the wrong man"
Tell him we on real nigga time
Then clock him with the long hand
Pull the deuce deuce out
Then put it back I had the wrong plan
I forget he from Arizona
It's only right you get the long can'
But, I don't need a gun
If a blade on deck you'll get the neck shaved
If I need a gun, screenshot I keep a TEC
(text) saved hit your head
Your wig doin' 360 but don't expect waves
Ironic how I left his top
Steamin' with two 9's
But ain't that Chess age?
Hold up y'all know what? I'm
So mothafuhin' mean with it

Let's bring that all Steams thing back and
Do a whole 'nother scheme with it
See you tried to use Steams and Chess
But my nigga we go hard
You can tell what it's like
When we really schemin'
Like I have your girl on her
Chest with her cakes up
Oh, now he really steamin'
Double Impact we taggin' this bitch now
She really screamin'
Basically I fucked your fox
Cause you was throwing
Up 4th Quarter like you Willie Beamen
Fuck your squad, this 4th Quarter? Well
These the niggas that i'm tryna murk
Look at you throwing up 4th Quarter
You wanna iron shit out
That's until the iron squirt
I don't give a fuck about
None of your niggas
As far as I'm concerned they
Can all lie in dirt hey Jaz
Ain't we in July? So what's wrong with
Showin' the 4th how the fire works?
But, I don't need a gun
Once again this is a reminder
This'll lay you out and this
One here's the recliner
Basically they hook the same
This Future and this Desiigner
Y'all know why I'm mad?
A bitch I fuck with gon' tell me
"You gotta watch Nitty"
That nigga troublesome
She watched me drink Henny straight and then
She thinks I'ma fail with Rum
That bitch double dumb
I'm telling you now stay in
Your lane lil' nigga or
You gon' find out where
These bullets coming from
And your girl gon' drink Henny straight cause
After this she won't fuck with Rum

Didn't Magic already put you in a
Bag? Look at his face, stop he lyin'
Actin' like he ain't zip 'em up like Tay Roc
Fuck a leg shot I make sure this hit face
I gave the pussy eight
(ate) in the front Cardi B mixtape
But, if I really shoot
They hittin' stations
Then it get the singin' they hit the station
Shit change when clips
Popthey giving statements watch your mouth
Niggas get zipped up over they
Tongues that's Gary Payton's
But Roc and Tsu is hidin'
Guess they ain't suicidal
Well Ali is how I'll leave you
For duckin' war I come remove the titles
Charlie get to runnin' off on me
Then this toolie light 'em soon as he dip
It air on his back like he's scuba diving
You use four bar setups, just for one punch
Me I can flip out with two bars
I ain't wasting none Chuck (nunchuck)
Gun tucked
Wherever I catch you you murdered at
Unload, reload give you a extra Hollow round
That's a dirty batch but fuck that
I see a lot of niggas hatin'
Like I ain't deserving Clips
Like I ain't been snatching my respect
And really earn this shit
But, you looking for a nigga to take me out
Stop searching it cause, I done put in work
Ever since birth Mark
(birthmark) , my spot permanent
I swerve the strip, tryna bag somethin'
Take your last 100$, Birdman
Picking up this AR for your Cash Money
Tell your man run it, 'fore I bust a move
Lil' deuce deuce Kevin Gates
It come from the boot

That's what I do, gun line buck the tool
Chuck's getting laced up by a west
Coast nigga it's nothing new
Fuck is you? I'm down for wig splittin'
Extended mag throw the big clip in
Wet somethin'
Soon as you step brother, that shit lickin'
Ride up, bring out the strap
This bitch dippin'
Spine shot, it Steams in the back
(it's different) bitch nigga
Don't make me run down with the heat
Dumb rounds in a piece
And if the money you make's a lot
(salat) , I let it bow on the east
Throwing 762's out
1 round will leave you sleep
One hit from this K'll rest one
(KRS one) , that's the Sound Of The Police
But everything you say, basic
Plain it ain't the same how your pound spit
It sounds Slick Dana Dane
I rep my side to death but they know tho'
NBA logoi symbolize the West
This shit going through your vest
Get murdered still
Something ugly kicksunder Armor
He got the Curry deal or get embarrassed
Then cap sideways: TIP Harris
I ride around with this chilaka on me
Big Terrence
Who Clips scaring? Baby nina come
Off the hip airin' baby nine
Hit you dead in the
Stomach that's a miscarriage
But let me find out them
Niggas holdin' for real
Got little cocoa for sell
Then just know, at the end I'm robbing nicks
(Knicks) player, I Got A Story To Tell
Bitch, I already told 'em 99% is gun bars
The other one is the slogan, kill yourself!

So you man Steams wanna jump in on the
Bar for you huh? Cool that's nice
Let Steams know that he'll get left
That's right
Infrared beam on top of gun that's bright
Tay Roc whoa whoa calm down
You tryna disrespect my round?
Let me kill him by myself
You know we don't heckle 'round
I don't need nobody to jump in for Nitty
See you need a nigga that jump in
For you that need a new tactic
See the problem with you is
You punchline, punchline, punchline
That's cool you can create a few classics
But, it's a certain battle
Rapper dick you suckin'
Oh yeah just like a true faggot
Think stupid, Frank Lucas
You came in the game and blew (Blue) Magic
You a waste, damn
Stealin' Magic's style get off my face fam'
You ballin' with other niggas power
Back up I don't like my Space Jam-med
You've been watching 'em since a rookie and
I can understand that Magic's awesome
But won't get awarded for stealin' his style
Most you'll get is a Cookie
For ridin' Magic's Johnson
And that's if that goes that way
I knew you would go like this
I did that on purpose and
Made that bar light coward
So you tried to block my
Shine to protect Magic, you Dwight Howard
So why don't you get your own style back lil'
Nigga? And why don't you get out your zone?
Why don't you grow up and be a man
And try to fuckin' live on your own?
See the problem with you is

You always rappin' like you're getting
At a full clip when I talk
Niggas listen this ain't a stage
This is my pulpit the cops arrest me
With some assault cause the MAC made
'em do a full flip
You think the Heat will be with you
Forever? Ask Wade about that Bullshit
I freestyle off the fuckin' top
That's why you're smiling Smack
But don't smile I'm not your friend dummy
You wanna freestyle go head and try it
Fuck up I'll tell you to try again dummy
And if you can freestyle I give $500
What's your Paypal? I even send money
See how I pulled his card? I new
You couldn't freestyle, you not Jin, rummy
And a "Ooh" is the only thing you get for me?
I'm on my shit dummy but real talk
A lot of shit is going on in the hood and
They say we don't know how to act people
I don't mean to take this
Part of my rhyme and
Talk but I gotta speak to my black people
A lot of niggas in this world
The cops out here killin' people
Cause we shooting people like we Cupid
We fall in love with the gun
We gotta stop killin' our people
This shit is stupid
They wanna fuckin' lock us up for rappin'
Because we always talk 'bout trappin'
They always talkin' about the options
Niggas killing people just cause they lackin'
And as a fuckin' black leader in this world
Smack you can no longer let this happen
Bow! I lied about that speech
That shit was just a distraction
To get close Nitty
I'll put Rum in the air raise the toast Nitty
What you live in Phoenix
I travel coast to coast that's
Just to ghost Nitty i got one job
And that's to put the pump in his
Eye now I don't gotta work
My duty free cause I put Rum in the sky
What? Y'all ain't fuckin' wit I? Okay time

It's like 70% freestyles when
This nigga spittin' and he do it every time
Like niggas won't recognize
(Nas) if It Was Written
A whole clips extended, now really pimpin'
If you ain't got 30 in your Rocket how can he
(Kenny) Smith 'em?
You let niggas disrespect yo' punk ass
Daddy and you ain't smoke shit
No matter how many rounds you don't have
You still a hoe (whole) Clip i'm old-school
I was raised to box: that's a forklift
Flavor Of Lovethis pump can
(pumpkin) spit on this New York bitch!
War shit, they all can get it when I roll up
And anyone tryin' to guard clip'll
Get a low cut
I came looking for a homi, Louisville
Bat your mouth on stage like you Ozzy
A spine shot
Loose the feeling in your legs when a pop him
Think piggy bank, since
(cents) it went through the back
You'll feel a change in your body
You copy? DNA run up and see a nine flare
Headshot, from out the bubble jacket
Left his mind clear (Montclear)
Tell that nigga keep his tooth
Closed while you- hol' up
Tell that nigga keep his mouth
Closed while you spit bars
Or a gun butt bust a
(Busta) hype man like Spliff Star
Hey this ain't 'bout who got the bigger name
Cause a pull a 30 shot give you half the mop
(MOP) and fuck up your Lil' Fame
You used to flame shit
Back in the days but then you changed Clip
Now you like Hitman versus Cortez
Your 3 rounds ain't the same clip
Get stumped out, I ACGs split you
Make these remix you

What you like 45 Clip? These ACPs fit you
A 38 with a inf' on it
Take these beams with you i sat a light
(satellite) on his roof, the tray TV Dish you
Official, middle of New York
I'm tryna murder you, dirty 30 you
Blake Griffin cause even in LA Clip'll
(Clipper) get a 30 too (32)
You gon' murder who? Let
Something long blaze you
Lay you down with a round on your face
That' a massage table they say
"Go kill 'em" so it's Do Or
Die with the Po' Pimpin' nunu Nellz
I'm mid-stage with the chrome wiggin'
The snub dome split 'em
Then get rid of the pieceegyptian Sphinx
The nose missing
Or make me bring the blade out
Run across your neck with
The machetespraying DNA out get laid out
Soon as he start spittin' i buck the nina
And in the trunk that's where this buster
(Busta) turn up after four bars
That's the "Touch It Remix"
But, you don't go hard like that
You watched Math get jumped in Cali
Cause you's a broad like that
I wish one of my niggas would freeze
Up while we all fight back
Then we would see each other
In the backyard like that kill yourself

I knew playin' around in the 2nd
Would have everybody doubting me
Your squad all hyped
I knew they would go for it
Bet you right now they all
On Instagram or Twitter like
"Hey Clips with that bullshit
Oh he's gonna choke"
But here's the funny part
Your squad got hyped and I understand if
They want a hope for hope
But Ali just died and he just
Fell for the rope a dope
Now wussup Rum? I see they gave Sir
Charles a PG from outta Phoenix
Yea Smack and Beasley knew you would
Make a hell of a Sun
Ironic how I gotta use my third
To subtract a nigga from
The 4th oh this round gon' be a negative one
See I think you got the
Potential to be that nigga
Nigga I just think the decision
You make is dumb outta all that hard liquor
They got over there
You think the toughest was rum?
My nigga rum is a distilled
Alcoholic beverage made with sugarcane
Juice and molasses
If you drink rum and say "Oh my chest burn"
No other thing to talk about you a faggot
Now I don't know what you read Rum but
If you don't think this a murder
You got it backwards aA meeting
The way I'ma drop Rum in front
Of y'all it's gon' be classic
Let's talk about it

What makes you think that Rum
Is a good leader?
What makes you think this nigga
Is a hard member?
When you think of Clips, you think
Of bullets flying in the venue
Gettin' niggas on this card injured
When I think of Rum i think
Of Pina colada, pineapple juice
A lot of ice inside a large blender
It's ironic how they got me
In the club serving Rum
But when you rap I think your bars tender
Let's talk about it, get rid of Rum
I like the second half of your name
Tho' cause I fuck with Nitty
But the name Rum, make me wanna be mad and
Drunk and do something silly
Like lay you in your own puddle of blood
Until it's brown after I dump the semi
By time the cops walked up they ain't know if
It was rum or a cup of Henny
What we talkin' 'bout? Ask around
My Bill Collector voice nigga
I got the burner you know I got the burner
My nigga from BK brought the
Whopper it's not a burger
Snuck the meanest ratchet inside the club
I got the models nervous
If I buck it and put Rum
On ice is that bottle service?
Aight you ain't fuckin' with that
Let me switch it up let me get on
My Spanish shit how I use it papa
I use the chacha
The shit kickback make you do the cucarracha
In my Big T voice before I use
It Smack can I use the chopper?
Cause it's gon' get Rum everywhere
You'll might get sued by Exclusive vodka
I'm back on it listen you ain't safe Rum
I'll fill my whole bar up with
Henny and then erase Rum this nigga soft
I don't care if your man get his head cracked
Or if you tripped or where your ace from
All I know is I'll run up on Nitty and he'll
Take off with a fake- went from a fake gun
I lied, "Fuck I look like quitting in
The middle of the battle?
Y'all niggas love when I spit
But for some reason when a nigga get off
Ya'll wanna hate on me and
Suck my you know what?

Y'all paid a lot of money I ain't gon' trip
But watch your mouth before I use
This grip and abuse this bitch
Ike turner, watch your mouth
I pop up with the cans' Oscar Grouch
The semi autoand your pants
Chokes smack calls the battle then
Nigga I ain't quittin' again
I rap as long as I fuckin' want to and
The way I feel nigga I got a hour
I made him jump, made Smack jump
And stopped both of them, i got the power
Rifle on, I spend an hour stuntin'
Baow! I'll hit your mouth wit somethin'
I'm squeezin' on the gun til the
Channel change that's the power button
Hold on, I was panickin'
I used to move with that ratchet
Shit was damagin'
I was nervous, held it like a remote
I couldn't channel in
Then I bought a beam, put that on top
Now a nigga ain't panickin'
So instead of movin' furniture I just
Use the range more than Flannigan
You know what? Before you show
Off nigga bill yourself
Why don't you grab the blade before
You sang and seal yourself
Look at these niggas
They don't fuck with me you
Gotta keep it real yourself
I ain't even commit suicide
But fuck y'all kill yaself