URLtv, K-Shine, Rum Nitty - Rum Nitty vs. K-Shine lyrics

We got a same height nigga wit' a death wish
His patna be sprayin' machetesand his
Shit be throwin' bread sticks
But me? I got a chop that I open heads wit'
So fuck Shine
This K got a I Know He Dead kick
You finna bleed tonight leak a pint
Try me you gon' see the light
They losin' him, he need an angel in
Houston The Preacher's Wife aye, you ducked
Damn try to set it up and cuz ran
Thought he went wit' the safer
Route when he tucked in
I'll really fuck you up fam'
One can', gloved hands
Press the piece in Shine face
I'm the cut man
You 'bout to get all the smoke
And take so many punches the fans
Yellin' "get off the ropes"
'Pac I got the Juice


We do pull ups, hop out
Walk up wit' the tool
Yeah bitch I had a job before it's true
But, I'ma end all that WalMart shit
Once I get my Target in the view (interview)
Lay you down from the gate bow to a great
You know they sell guns and ammo, right?
I been had rounds for a K
You better go for broke
Act like you know the role
You done put on shows befo'
But now you gotta show the GOAT
He thinkin' that he won't get smoked
So he die, i'll give anybody heat Shinethru
A thermal scope clap him
It's only red raggin' when fam' rappin'
I'm Santana
Doin' crooked shit wit' the bandanna
Black ratchet, I might clap it, fast wrap it
The clip blow, that shit'll hit a Zip mo'
Than Mike Jackson 'Bad' jacket
What's happenin'?

You started off a baby T-Rex
Then DNA re-birthed you and it worked too
Then you slid up like a
Dancer a took Twork moves bad ain't it?
MAC ringin' stick like a reaper for real
(Reepah Rell) , you get half painted
Hella strapped ridin' wit' a whole arsenal
In the back dangerous
It's like 80 fo's in the trunk Shine
I'm SLAB slangin'
I'll be at ya neck if you disrespect it
Clip? Long as a WalMart receipt
And I'm a check you befo' you exit
Raisin' it high, BLAOW!
Hit his face wit' the 9
He in need of resuscitation
It's no play when we slide
Custom made body bag
I'm finna lay you inside
The shit I got for Shine
(Sean)? Tailored (Taylor-ed)
He tried to run for safety and died
My nerves crazy, disturbed dangerous
One word make me wave
This box cutter dreadfully
I'm goin' through Verb stages
Play me, and I'll lay you
Annihilate you, 9 raisin'
Point it just above, I'll
Hit the tie breaker, catch you outside later
Grip the handle, pop out, go
To war wit' Shine, it's a lightsaber
Desert Eagle, made a prism
Shine break out, when I'm raisin'
(rays in) a triangle
I don't see no challengers
They say, "All you do is talk about guns"
Well I'ma keep on clappin' 'em
Or the knife game
Pull it underneath and stab ya shit
And keep on stabbin' it
Until it gets stuck half way up
It got sleep paralysis
Stay talkin', 'til I bang on 'em
Get you and who you roll up wit' shot
I State Prop' 'em
Shank on me, soon as they (day) walk up
Blade? Goin' right in ya son Shine
(sunshine) , it's a Daywalker
Bitch, they talk about performance
Performance? What that gon' do?
Rifle, on a tripod
I can literally stand still and smoke you
Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job
(You decide, kill yaself)

Two weapons
It's either stab wounds or pops in
The face like Diddy's son
I put the knife down
We only started, so it just be gun (begun)
I'm spinnin' once, they come back clappin'
"Ricky run!"
Y'all know what the fuck I'm here for
To kill a
(tequila) nigga, and y'all gon' give me Rum?
Band camp, stick to drum
Why would I switch the gun?
It pop on any and everybody, any one
Round stuff? In the drum
Round up? Here we come
Whole gang, clique down and pound up
Give me some
I give a fuck if he up the street
Arms reach like he came closer twenty feet
Steel land in a grill like a Range Rover
Chain smoker, back to back cigs
(SIG's) , this the game closer
This shit gon' put Rum down
Like "remain sober"
But this shit gon' throw Rum
Up like a hangover
Headshot, he got it in his mind
Like he doin' this regardless
Tape everywhere, "Listen to my artist"
I'm fuckin' wit' some caps: this is Mr marcus
Tell Mr walMart I won't miss the Target!
I'm bein' honest, it's about to get deep
And I'm beggin' for a body
Track wit' Keith Sweat
Warm-up before the game: had
The team stretched
Far as stitches, that's a sign for
A thousand in my book, that's a G check
They gasp wit' deep breaths

I gotta feelin' Rum in the mournin'
(mornin') acid reflex (reflux)
Who do I have to beat next!?
Another Gun Line nigga (wit' a death wish)
He gonna punchline me to death
That's what he actually plan
Well let me take this off now
I don't cap for the fans
If ya niggas try to avenge ya (Avenger)
Send 'em home or I'm clappin' the can'
Cause they knows
(Thanos) gotta aim for Nitty
Skull (Infinity Stone)
I know by the back of my hand
Got a 100 and some bullets
I could clap from a stand
Titty Tuesdays, bitch I got a rack in my hand
Post pick (pic) , that's for the 'Gram
I'm goin' nuts wit' the TECs
(texts) like Eminem wasn't chattin' wit' Stan
Have a seat, I bust (bus) a motion
"This is not y'all stop" thinkin' you all
(Wall) Street, that's why we got on stocks
The drug deal went well when
We dropped off blocks
They gave me a toast for Rum
Soon as I knocked off Roc
I'm at his door, he think it a joke
Knock knock my approach? You vs Top pop lock
He like, "Chill!" Ain't no stoppin' this
Pussy cock block two razors
I get to rushin' a nigga chop chop
Dipshit, big grip, scope on it click click
One eye Slick Rick twin grips
I'm 'bout to make a movie
Wit' these bitches chick flick
The clip slip, everything blew
(blue) Crip Crip aye Iron, fuck a moron
How 'bout a numb skull
(numbskull) on every nigga that
Nit' wit (nitwit)
I take it and peel, game on the floor
Shakin' 'em still "Wake up Cornell!" Bitch
He caught eight to the grill
I got one can' to Corn' I'm
'bout to make me a meal
Nah, I'm gettin' Nit'
(knit) wit' the sticks
Time to make me a quilt
I peel, Kelvin Martin, Curtis
Jackson, two 50's, try me
Get smoked wit' the piece (peace) true hippy
I can't find you, givin' ya crew semi's
New case, they like
"How did it lead to the CLEAR?" I'm you Nitty
(immunity) you know case when it to
The clear it's immunity shotty or 4 spark
Try me they all chalk
Get well cards when you found in the hall
Mark (Hallmark)
The impact from the shell was strong
It'll left a body in for parts
"I'm packin' the mail
It's-" DaBaby dropped a body in Walmart!
Nigga, like a brand new scab, peel yaself
Like you comfortable in a room
Steel yourself you had a dumbass slogan
And it still won't help
Suicide I'll- brrrrrallt you won't get
A chance to kill yourself nigga
That's a Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up'
Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop (pick him up)
NWX the rest of you niggas suck
Y'all know my slogan (Zip him up)

Fans like, "I know you 'bout to do
Yo' thing on the stage
Elevate the science of battle rapdo some shit
We never seen on the stage"
I'm like, "Nah shit I'ma keep it easy today"
So on a scale to 10, my rounds like a 762
And that's all you need for a K (AK)
Aye, don't make me spin the
Block when you hangin'
Big 40, bench warmer, I'm not wit' the gamin'
Sniper postin'
He'll lick a shot if it's danger
Put Shine down, from up top
That's my guardian angel we can bet
On my Crippin' I'll leave you stretched
Throwin' up set
(upset) soon as Blood drop PMS
Chopper wavin', bitch I'll burn you
All I do is talk murder body language
Serve him, better hope the docs will save him
Let the clip ring 'til it hit zero
And send you to an operator
Pop it and lay a bitch down
Try me, we drop boxes
(Dropbox) , I'll do the Zip foul (file)
Clip loud knock ya whole clique down
And spin off on Top wit' the mop stick
I'm savin' McDowells
You really think ya dawg ready?
Machete, from the dark side
Skin Shine like Keisha off Belly
Got the location to your spot we on route
Pulled off, no mask on me, I just hopped out
And caught a body wit' the bare
(bear) face College Dropout
The lead strike, hit his head twice
And you gon' be a rottin'
(Rotten) Dot, and this ya death site
Bullet get lodged right there
In ya chest pipe a whole buck
Stuck in Shine deer in the headlights
I'm dead nice
Fresh out the bitch, I piece grip these lit
Let two point at his hood
I Chingo Bling shit mean clip
Run inside y'all function
Snatchin' all pies and onions
Tell 'em, "If you try I'ma bust it"
Take all the white blood sells
(cells) and he won't fight off nothin'
You know I'm clappin', stone face savage
So the pole I'm packin', go over heads
Wit' no reaction

Point it at you, put a square on
Ya roof, then run off Shine
It's a solar panel you do not want violence
Somethin' in a trench coat
Waitin' on a sideline wildin'
I'll grab the steel
(steal) and rock Shine, that's Monstar talent
You see what I'm 'bout
Piece on the scalp, knock a nigga down
Watch him bleed out his mouth
Ain't no "Is He Dead Kick"
Just keep squeezin' 'em out
And bringin' 'em out
Hit him with like '22 Twos'
If there's a Reasonable Doubt
It's gonna be a whole lotta bloodshed
Let me keep this short and to the point
Don't make me bring out Cuzz Webb
I ain't gonna play wit' him, filet niggas
Blade skin him
This'll take a layer off Shine paint thinner
They like, "You bleedin':
Knife stuck deep inside i went in depth
(Depp) wit' the cut Sweeney Todd
I give a bitch hell, they like, "Send help"
Dump a nickel off in him and say
"You did well"
Hold it sideways when it spit shells
So I can rock Shine at
An angle like fish scale
You gon' murder me? 30 squeeze or the compact
Wavin' (wave in) the little can' Murray's Grease
Style on him
Lit wit' (liquid) the metal gallium
Stomach shot, leave Shine in puddles
I'll T-1000 him
Bitch! And you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga (suicide or I'll do the job, you decide, kill yaself)

A nigga harm me
My first instinct is to get him back
My mama say, "You can't live like that
Tit for tat that shit is wack"
I say, "Look at mama spittin' facts"
She said, "Eye for an eye
Leaves the whole world blind"
Well luckily I got a stick for that
What the fuck y'all want me to do?
I battled the whole Lou'
I battled the whole Jersey
Took the whole Cave out
Gave y'all the most 30's
Smoked a legend when he came out
They said I was all performance
I went to the small room
Even took the stage out
Made y'all punchline goddesses barely
Have a name now
What the fuck y'all want me to do?
Y'all want me to be just like dude
Stand still aim and shoot that lane is cute
But y'all want the performance Shine, right?
Good, that's exactly what I came to do
Get a lil' close to the stage
I'm 'bout to shake the room play wit' who?
You can roll the dice if you want
I shake and shoot
I put in a jam wit' them 80's raise the roof
Tell ya little Mexican homie, "Play it cool"
Or be a body next to Rum
In the trunk Rae Carruth
I'm draggin' the drum, dagger a ton
Collapsin' a lung forensics fucked up on how
The action was done
The knew about the 80 proof
But they ain't know my last isn't Rum
Roof top, I let 'em all down
I'm disappointin' 'em
Twin clips, babies stick together
You can join (conjoin) wit' 'em
You one dimensional, gun, gun, gun
It's annoying 'em
How y'all screamin, "Rum, Rum
Rum" if he ain't got a lick of
(liquor) poise in (poison) him?
You should try avoidin' him
Your mind is dumb, you strive for crumbs
Cause it's the same routine
Every job you done
Nigga whoopty fuckin' do! You got a gun!
But he still won't be the livest one
Reason why? DUI

We still don't see no drive wit' Rum
I started son back to back punchlines versus
Goodz? That was me i made you nigga
Where the fuck is my thank- matter a fact
You'se is an ungrateful nigga
Even wit' Smack, he made a lane for niggas
Look at the thanks you give him
Niggas talk about ya family
You gon' shake wit' niggas walk off on Twork
(twerk) like a faithful nigga
Aye let's get this straight Rum
I'm no chaser nigga
Close range, clip is in the gym
Get a Staple Center
I turn a nigga to a bitch, change agendas
Cause what I'm on'll least get a
(Mona Lisa) brushed off wit' the stick
Mona Lisa? Brushed off wit' the stick? Y'all
Ain't even see me paint the picture
I made Magic step down like
The Lakers wit' Lebron
I bow ya head five times
Like you're praisin' the Koran
Got a Buzz off a light year
(Lightyear) and still keep a laser on the arm
That was a Toy Story I get two in for Nitty
(To infinity) and beyond
You'se a dumbass that only got one path
I get a parent teacher
Student (up here and teach a student) like I'm goin' to my son class
Use ya mind
Try to skip lines like a fun pass
That's the reason why
Rum only a lil' buzz like one glass
Gun blast
Pin Nitty to the wall like a thumb tack
Lemon on the side
Who ordered up the Rum splash?
Aye Brizz Rawsteen! You don't
Want no motherfuckin' smoke!

I want all that smoke! Aye Pat Stay! I ain't
Wit' no motherfuckin' jokes
Nigga Hollow couldn't hang wit'
A motherfuckin' rope
Jamaican cuisine wit' the scope
Don't make my carry
(curry) somethin' I been in the
Mood for a motherfuckin' GOAT
After I shot one
I tried to figure out what two would do
Shoot the tool, without No Limit 'Hoody Hoo'
Viewin' you, eye of the beholder beautiful
I've been sparkin', see a
Nigga through the Carlton
'It's Not Unusual'
Like a brand new scab, peel yaself
Like you comfortable in a room, steel yaself
Got a dumb ass slogan and it still won't help
Suicide I'll do the job
BOOM! You don't get a choice to kill yaself
Nigga that's Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up'
Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop (pick him up)
NWX (the rest of you niggas suck)
Two-zip nigga (Zip him up)

Aye, if this shit pop off
You either get something knocked
Off or chopped off and if I show up wit' the
Razor, Rum on some shit, like Scott Hall
You ready my nigga?
Aye bet on the set I'ma kill him
Consecutive like a sedative pilling (peeling)
You gotta pay attention to detail when I'm
Spittin' or else you won't get it
I keep it basic like I gun butt ya temple
(tempo) 'til K dents (cadence)
Well now you catchin' the rhythm
I play it well
Play it cool you gon' lay for real
Smack gon' watch you take a shell
Put the steel in Shine back in
Front of NuNu that's ATL
My time to smoke niggas, so I'ma smoke niggas
Shine the old pistol
I wipe the nose then wipe ya nose wit' it
You know who did it
Throw the clip in, OD trippin'
Walk up and light Shine outta nowhere
This shit motion sensor you lost ya life
Type of niggas thought somethin'
But not gon' fight, just talkin' hype
Now let me put this in the air ya son Shine
(sunshine) pussy like Harlem Nights
He rappin' but don't mean it bro tweakin'
I'll pull it and smoke a nigga for no reason
Silencer on the pole squeezin'
Go th-th-th I had to sound it
Out I'm a slow reader
I pull it and lift ya niggas-

Chokes aw fuck let me bring it back
Hold up silencer on the
Pole squeezin' go th-th-th I had
To sound it out I'm
A slow reader fuck fuck fuck
Fuck! Aye aye aye! Oh
Shit damn! Damn! Damn! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! I found it, i didn't i did and I
Got question I don't know
Regis fuck fuck goddamn it hold up hold- lick
A shell hold up hold up hold up silencer on
The pole squeezin'! Silencer on
The pole squeezin'!

Aye you ain't no killer wit' it
You temperamental
And ya fight game ain't seasoned enough
That's why you bit a nigga
I'll split a nigga, zip ya shit up
Something About Mary I get pissed and Zip'll
(zipper will) get stuck
30 clappin', if I miss
Then I'm swervin' back then
Spinnin' on Shine's spot like
I'm turtle waxin' dirty ratchet
Hoppin' out, Curtis Jackson
Run up, I'll lift this bitch Dirty Dancing
Buncha gun bars: SK's
AK's and I'll get ya dude erased if
You compare me to Tay K (Tay-K)
Not for play play, bet I'll drop
You, especially in the H, k
I'd have stopped ya rounds
Like a Heckler and caught (Koch) you
Lay you down wit' a 12
I give a fuck if K strapped
You better hope K packs
(K-Pax) somethin' outta this world
I'll rack the 40 up
I'll pull this in spite of
(spider) ya fears arachnophobia
Shot an X nigga, we at the podium
Then drop The Bear, it'll be pandemonium
(panda-monium)
Bitch nigga, we grip different
Infrared on the SIG liftin', vision
I spot Shine and line him up
I made a Big Dipper on Crip nigga
It's a wrap
Battle rap belong to the west now
And you can't get it back
Every card, Crip on this, Crip on that
I wish I could let Eric hold
A shot and bring Nipsey back
You done ran into a roadblock, stop!
They said, "URL in Houston? We finna see
What NOME talkin' 'bout"
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Yo shout out to anybody can get it
Cause any body can get it
This the round, I want y'all to pay attention
I'ma show you why I'm different
Nigga I ain't here to go back
And forth 'bout who gun bigger
Or do tongue twisters that ain't fun nigga
One trigger
Spill Rum on everybody like a drunk nigga
We both gun spitters, there's one difference
You punch lines I punch niggas
Aye y'all remember, for one minute
Y'all remember NBA Live '99?
If y'all remember NBA Live '99, y'all like
"This jersey is insane" Right
Check coordinates, plain (plane) sight
Checks forwarded, same tights mJ height
Thinkin' foul lines I hope you take flight
With his brand new Jordan's on at game night
Bull-shit, player '89, fake Mikes
They like, "Fuck the vets"
How? We made these niggas go in
They pockets to prepare this look
We from the era where
Niggas wasn't gettin' paid
Nigga I'm the reason that you here and booked
But then the vets got expensive
Had the league owners scared and shook
Well it's just like NBA Live '99
If y'all care to look
Cause they watched the list move and knew
They needed a square to push
And right there
That opened up a lane that's for y'all
See the game had evolved
But the name stayed the same cause they
Ain't have enough change for the star
See we was Michael Jordan
It's either we get paid or we off
But y'all was player 89
Cause ya name ain't reach the
Game 'til 2K got involved see back then
They tried to act like my speed was the issue
But, I didn't suck dick or kiss ass
So Smack act like he didn't see the potential
But it was NBA Live '99
When they needed the whistle
They been callin' the game
Y'all just couldn't see the official
Now, I'm right at they temple
I grip a thang, catch a stain
700 kilometers, he in a Range
Scope on it, I focused the lens
He get a bang
Deeper than, "EA Sports it's in the game"
Clean biscuit angry boss, I mean business
They like, "How did he get on the
Floor with his spleen missin'?"
My reply? Eagle Eye the machine did it
It's the X-Men, get they body blew
(blue) , I'ma Beast wit' it

Don't make this bitch turn into
Somethin' Mystique wit' it
At his door TLC, I 'Creep'ed in it
See a kid playin' from the stand he did it
Y'all think this nigga the
Truth? Note to self nigga that's word to me
I stretch the truth perjury
Whole clique, it's definite
(death in it) certainly
Desert Eagles, third degrees
You wanna be a man? I'ma teach
You 'bout the birds and bees sheesh!
This round was smoother than mama coffee
I'm packin' everything
Movin' out my apartment
Usually wit' the Larkins
Shootin' 'em at the target
Rocket launch him in the air
Houston we have a problem!
Nigga like a Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up'
Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop (pick him up)
NWX the rest of you niggas suck
Y'all know my slogan (Zip him up)