URLtv, Lu Castro, Rum Nitty - Rum Nitty vs. Lu Castro lyrics

Off the rip, believe he dyin'
A clean sweep, three piece
I got the cheat sheet rhymin'
They say "The Alien" be sittin' on bars
Like ET ridin'
Mop-stick holder, leap if you feelin' froggy
I'll let off the blower jump and Cast'll
(jumpin' castle) get aired out party over!
I'll get you smoked
It was lookin' like a flaw in
The Rum and Lu polls tryna make this an easy
(Eazy) way out, I give Lu poles (loopholes)
Bring chalk
That "Bullets go from Lu to Chris
(Ludacris) " bar, that was great y'all
I'll have bullets go from Cast' to Troy
(Castor Troy) , after the Face off
Thangs spark! Raise a 40, bang it on you
He gon' yell out to God
'cus that pain ain't normal
One they hear you scream and holler Lu ya'


(screamin' Hallelujah)
People get to prayin' for you
Dangerous for you
Cuz think he up on my level, never
I see I gotta bring Cast' down to Earth
Something like the Devil
We gon' see him dig a grave up with a shovel
And put one nigga inside the
(w) hole Cast', like Nutty Professor!
Cuz is a stepper
I'ma nigga that'll strike fast
Knife stab, and keep pickin', the
Same part over and over, i'm that type Cast'
Lights flash, you dyin' bitch, 9'll lift
Violentness hawaiian shit Lu I'll
(lūʻau) lay you out wavin' fire sticks
Wicki-remix it look at Nitty go
Just like Hawaiians roast the pig underground
Lu I'll
(lūʻau) get to cookin' with the flow (floor)
This is God's plan!
I'm the nigga with the hot hands
Stop playin'
You think you equal but you not fam'
I'm a hunnid steps ahead
Like a Travis Scott fan mop blam!
You deserved it, aim, see a big 'ol flame
You see Uzi Vert lift?
You deserved it, automatic
Start off lickin', then Lu the
(Luda) first hit bird bitch!
Ouu you scared huh? I ain't tryna box
I'ma let the toolie air sum'
But, it's always that reasonable nigga like-
"Man, y'all just fight"
So I shoot the fair one!
Shells dump, this a game changer
Play and be in grave danger
I'll catch you slippin', with the shot
Like a date raper

'K-aimer, put a round to Lu's
(lose) stomach, like a waist trainer
Ay, gangsta! This a bad move for you
We don't "Stabby stab" we shooty shoot
Hop in a Subaru, pull by
(e) , wavin' a 2 to Lu (Toodaloo)
If I pull it gang we be smokin' on Lu pack
When this wood get flamed
Crazy, how this burner
(Berner) , will make you a cookie strain!
Bullet rain, we beam shit
You ain't never seen this
How I put the words together
Like a prefix, wicki-remix
I get to cookin', in the middle of Traffic
Like Queenzflip
We trip, show me where that money at
Or I'm clappin' cousin
You'll be the new pack that's comin'
So you might wanna follow orders
Like a trackin' number
No rap, I'll actually punch you
Have yo' shit crackin'
Or let your friend have it
I'm catchin' Lu or
(lure) you with a Jawbreaker
Like a kidnapper! Big 'matic wHAT!?
Big 'matic, if he get too beside himself
(tube inside) i'ma shit bag him!
Lift cannon, brains blown
This gon' have your mama
Cryin' at the funeral
Cas' get (Casket) banged on! Case closed
Can't keep it real yourself
(Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yourself)

I said oakland thanks for havin' us
And bein' a cool sport
It's my first time in the Bay Area
It's only right they gave me
A nigga that's Too $hort
We bought a lotta guns
I know the art in this
I put my heart in this
A lotta guns, lotta clips
God he (Gotti) Loaded for this main event
I know Death gon' Do (Us) it's Part in this
Marksmanship, it's elite with all violence
Why y'all got the nigga that's strong wildin'
Big ass ditch, throw a lil' Rum in it
It's a Long Island
I stumble through, mix-it-whip-it
Gun'll shoot, closed casket
I know Rum in it, it's Jungle Juice
You have to stop, ratchet pop
Keep unloadin' and slingin'
Outwest Travis Scott
Wild and crazy, 22 concealed
We wild for safety
Single mother it be rare you
Catch me without the baby
Single mother you know how many meals
I made with this can?
Single mother who said this bitch
Can't raise a man? I'm TALLER then you
Large intestine get torn open, wow
Give Cornell Powell, colon a POW
Now he with Colin Powe-, I'm loadin' now
Head tap, land in domes
Eyes wide open, but for the window
'Nell (nailed) shut down, like abandoned homes
How you think of all them punches nigga?!
You pile of shit! You must've went to
Some prestigious university
You'se a wild lil' bitch

We in that Honda shit loaded up, piled in it
That's a full-ride, headin' to Cornell
I'll get a scholar-shipped (scholarship)
You know me fam'?
Well tell 'em people you do
And don't try to play me for the bread
I'm 'bout to blaze him with the lead
I give a fuck what Crip hood he from, Nutty
Insane
He still gettin' shot all crazy in the head
Put the gun in his mouth
Make him lean in as well
Say, "Agh, eyy, goh!" Kenan and Kel
I'm hospitable, I spit the truth
I'm admittin' it, five hittin' you
Hospital I'm admittin' Nit'
Let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Toss the gun I'm drillin' wit', hide the gun
Mix-it, hidin' Rum, I'm concealin' Nit'
You concealin' it?
I brandish shit, I'm slidin', start panickin'
No savin' Nit'
(it) when I'm spinnin' (spendin')
That's bad money management problems I
Nah, let me go
Let me go I'm boutta wile him up
Problems I handle it, it is what it gotta be
Can you swim Rum? Tell me now
Nigga don't you lie to me
I i'll hold him underwater
And make him breath less
Gasp take a deep breath
Gasp 'til Cuz pop-up outta nowhere T-Rex!
Here's my proposition, sniper rifle
In a prop position
Lock-in-vision, point from the stand
"stop the snitchin'"
Bought a lotta biscuit's
You could get jumped for the extras
The break barrel time consumin'
I brought the pump 'cus it's better
Smooth a slider
Boy you ever seen it dump from a Tesla?
Before the bumps on Summer Madness
There was bumps for the testers
Ain't no boys in this whip
In this car men (Carmen) Electra
One band, one sound, one goal the Trifecta
My Heckler, hardly talk but it shoot good
Kawhi Leonard! Why lend ya', Big Dawg
I don't play with my dinner
Mano y mano, no team play
Swish ya' top Green Bay boss shit Jean Bay'
Rewind replay
Firm stance, kick out the magazine Eastbay
I walked the streets of Arizona
Like "Y'all ain't know Nitty? Alright dique"
You fire, but, you used to be a
BITCH in Phoenix Jean Grey!
Nah, whip the pot, look at me
I shoot wherever your eyes might come
Oh you from Phoenix? The bird fire
Now rise like one! Nah, the Rulers back
This'll remove the soul of an opp
Belly fold when it flop
Body shuttin' down, wow
It's some holes in your top
Santa's naughty list I'll him cold
(coal) in a box! This the Big Lu time man

Oh alright
Ay, I'm finna make sure the bro is extinct
Pistol-whip a ho with this heat
This shit'll bust open Big Dawg
(dog) on the grill
Like an overcooked link, MEAN
This the nigga y'all finna have
To get the chalk for it was y'all choice
Now he hooked to machines with long cords
Fightin' Death
Like Nate Dogg at the golf course
I'll really stomp boy
In a pair of Black Ones lu can
(Luke can) go against the Dark Force
Like Star Wars
I doubt that you really pop yours
Stop it, I'm not buyin' it Louie
I don't got time for it
Fake ass, actin' like your things blast
You think this is Malibu's Most Wanted
Knowin' it ain't a game Cast' (Gamecast)
This a straight bag
I'd have battled anybody else
Even one of the QPs
Could've switched out Lu for (Loofah) a scrub
At least got a nigga Qleen (clean)
Make a move, 'Ks'll shoot
Pull up, chops hang out, like a saber-tooth
You wild strong, 'cus of the weights you use
Well let's see how strong yo' family is
In the waiting room
Surgeons performin' miracles
But ain't savin' you
They couldn't pull it off
Only thing they pulled on LuLu was the plug
Like Paid In Full you 'bout the get all the
Smoke! and take so many
(Punches the fans yellin' "Get
Off the ropes!") I don't care who like it
Long as you respect it do you reckless
All that extra talkin' like you a stepper
My nigga Brandon

Will let the toolie stretch ya
I'll have Real Name slide up next to Cast'
Like a movie credit who you testin'?
Before we actually battled
The homie had a question he had to ask me
He like, "How you finna compete
With a nigga that get so active rappin'?"
I said, "I'ma shoot, and stand over Lu
That's The Answer" wHAT!?
I had to clap him, you dead at last
You can't compare us
I'm a killer in every class
This like Samuel Jackson, to Method Man
A 187 Cast' you see what I did to you?
Samuel Jackson, Method Man?
I'm tryna kill you off principal
You better lift and shoot
You better clap yours
What you think there's different color
Beams on the strap for?
The light red on the Glocks
The light green on the TECs
(texts) , like an Android bad choice!
I should choke you up, 'til his veins pop out
And Lu piss (Lupis) on himself, like Jakkboy
DAMN BOY i'ma bomb on him, body him
I'm a different kinda mean, like a homonym
Gun click Lift 9 on him
All I had for the Big Dawg was a "Buck!"
Like Glenn Robinson
Try again, you gon' die fucker
Take his life from him, 9 bucker
Tempt me, I'll get to slidin' with the semi
Like an ice-trucker
You ain't no type gunner, you can-
You can state lies about how your 'K flies
But we all know, Lu been
(lube in) a pussy like KY
You ain't slide, long clip
Nah, I drop a bag and get this fraud hit
Fuck about dawg strength 'Cus now you got to
(a) check on your strong friend
Bitch! You can't keep it real

Yo boy, shut the fuck up
I'll sit you down with A Smith ESPN
Before Smack, it was kick doors
My size eleven Timb' would get me in any room
My raps couldn't get me in i'm a sore loser
Y'all know me for sayin' "Let me win"
Well y'all don't wanna meet the Lu
That was screamin' "Let me in" let's begin
Big nigga, i'm 'bout to yell at you
All round and get witcha
You still tryna figure out
What all the raps in the bass meant?
(basement) nigga call Big Tigga stabby-stab!
Right through his ab, hit his liver
I don't like some of that shit
You just said to me Nit' pick ya!
Blik' ya, bitch die fill him with the holes
Or it's a gun-butt, hit's side
Kill him with the no- boy that's foul shit
Blaow shit, razor blade
Or raise a toa- boy who you gettin' loud with
Sign him up, what the fuck?
Boy, get your shit straight
Nigga take out your phone right now
And download my fuckin' mixtape
Both of y'all laughin'
BOTH of y'all take out your phones right now
And download my fuckin' mixtape
Big 8, hit his Apple, make his apple stream
Then I hit bae
Gun Line King? That's yo' title?
That make this bitch great? Scope on him
Shoot on the first one I spot if I (Spotify)
Boy why y'all still ain't
Download my fuckin' mixtape?
I keep sayin' Geechi name 'cus
That's his mans and him
You got lined up by the bros
And I'mma keep hittin' Every Fucking Bar
Like I'm tryna find the hoes
You been battlin' since GrindTime days
You not "new era"
You Ars', 'Tez, John and Tsu era
Right under Mook era
Whip the pot, this Lu era
Who better? Long SIG (Cig')
Out of the ville (Deville) Cruella
You gotta do better, you peepin' the wrist?
The pen a rival, shit'll pop you
Silencer, twist the nozzle
Rum do a 360 Spin the bottle!
I gotchu, flame shit

Ay Smack ain't this the nigga I
Just battled at Chris Brown house?
Ahh no it ain't
But they all do the same shit
I took Fonz last minute after I
Was already booked for you
So he could use up all the
Good Lu and Cast' nameflips none for you!
We gon' rumble too, don't get hype Rum
They gon' find yo' ass in the Caribbean
For talkin' all of that spice Rum!
Slide when the opp appear
Line it up, shot the fair
Boy, I will come to Crip street TODAY!
Aight maybe- no I won't but I'll meet
You a couple blocks from there
Let's set it up! I hit the guys like
"Yo, yo I'm 'bout to meet with them
Niggas from the Fourth in twenty"
And then we gon' all run a fade
Like it's 4th and twenty
They call you the "URLien"?
Let's take a whim, 44 blaze your brim
Metal dog for "The Alien" Invader Zim
I told you after NOME you was top two
And I was gon' meet you up there
So don't be surprised when you got Lu
From that day forward you should've
Known danger was comin' soon
Like "that nigga want blood and I can't
Wait 'til I run into him"
Then KG hit my line
I couldn't think 'bout nothin' but the look
Bitch I'm The Ruler
You shoulda known somethin' was afoot
(a foot) too much smoke for the Loc
I'm Steve Nash with the handle
He tried to run, flip the gun
Three blast shit'll blam you
The Quarter back'll get the can'
I'm D nabb with the Campbells
BLAM you! Fuck is you on drugs?
Well come in shot with Lu
Coke pure you could see the crystals
Looks like Superman's Fortress of Solitude
I followed you
I'm in his house, I'm comin' for ya life
We ain't comin' for no kids, no family
We ain't comin' for ya wife
Say goodbye, one shot, bet I make it champ
Send Nit' (senate) over The House
Like the Legislative branch
They come to expect shit from you
So if you slip up, you're the slouch
4's come out, big stakes (steaks) porterhouse
MTV Cribs, BOOM, tore (tour) the house
Let me tell you 'bout this gun
It's a bio-tech, go inside yo' flesh
Suicide, I'll provide yo death
Hit his Apple
Docs tellin' wifey "I know best"
They gon' have to update her
(up data) overnight like IOS
This the Big Lu man

Aight, ay
Ay, that last nigga got on yo' head
He left you dead that shit was gory
I mean I could go on-and-on about
How he was draggin' (dragon) Big Dog
But that'd be a NeverEnding Story
I dare you to pop
I'll beat yo head with a Glock
Split yo shit, to the White, Cast'll
(Castle) go square in a box
Nigga stop, most of y'all is straight bitches
You argue like women, is that the stuff
(ed) animals do? Get caught in
(cotton) they feelings (fillings)?
My nigga, you past trash
On the East Coast they might say you lyrical
But on the West Coast we say you're ass Cas'
(Ras Kass) straps blast
Shit'll make you fly when the gauge hit him
BAOW! Your body soar
(sore) away, like a painkiller
Ay nigga, i just put Rex
(wrecks) in the dirt, like a monster truck
I'm a Gravedigger, I hate niggas
They be all gas, talkin'
'bout "The Ruler's back", dawg trash
I'll take The Ruler out of y'all class
Like the hall pass!
All that yellin' gon' get dawg bagged
Tell him, you can't do shit with the Webb
(web) if you don't keep calm Cast' (Comcast)
You and Arsonal was lookin' like
A football drill partna
Real awkward, if I get a bump, it's a body
Like Killmonger who is yo' real squadron?
I know you say you not really Goonies
But, you got the shoulder bump like Ace
Wild style like Twork

Wicki-remix like - nigga you is a Goonie!
If I get to movin', crept in
He was cuddled up, in a room with his shorty
I caught the Goon with the Spoon
And cooked him with the 40! This shit is OV
I'm irrepetible my name known
Really put in pain on the block
Like steppin' on a Lego
Gang-mode, I'll really clap it on him
Modified the Glock to an automatic homie
Any static, I go get the switch
Like my granny told me
And it's loaded, got to squeezin'
Hollows leavin' these what Cas' get
(Casket) back to back, like a mausoleum
I'm a demon, iron dumpin'
We could fight or somethin'
But they say "Watch out for Lu' he
(Luis) Armstrong"
Well I think I can trump it (trumpet)
You gon' die for nothin'!
Get the fuck off my stage nigga
Merc a nigga quick and how you do a remix if
The first one didn't hit? Bitch!
Shotgun, I drop sum'
You out here actin' like a Big Dawg
But when you "whip it" you not one
Glock dump crazy how you got shot
But, I caught the hot one
Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself
(Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yourself)

Ay uh
This my first time in Oakland I told y'all
So I'ma just need y'all to fuc-
I said ay big dawg (AY BIG DAWG)
Ay big dawg (ay big dawg)
Ay big dawg (ay big dawg)
Nah, wait, wait, wait, this nigga like 5'2
Ay lil dog (ay lil dog) aY LIL DOG
(AY LIL DOG)

Ay it's the big Lu
5'9 but when I rhyme I turn 6'2
Lil dog'll get the bag like a rich
White woman with a Shih Tzu dome shot!
Better hope there's a hospital near
You on the fall
Or "Mr former Walmart Employee"
Gon' turn to a future mural on the wall!
I need it all, before your ghost spin off
That's a leavin' soul
He become cold, now his face even swole
Two weeks later
Church picture day Deacon-pose (decompose)
I'm 'bout to cook you
Squeeze slugs, please, dawg
Rum don't let up, nigga Lu' don't ease up
Granny's house on Thanksgiving I just knew
I was gon' see Cuz (cous')
Gun smokin', upon impact lungs open
Slugs broken, on bone marrow
No Country For Old Men
Only a few people get to see
This part of the story
This for my close friends
That twinkle in ya eye
You look happy to be alive
I'm finna dim this, as for Cornell
Cor', nailed it, like a gymnast
I'm tired of the games
Let's run through the Fourth Quarter
I'm finna Sim shit
No games, won't change, spinnin' in Impalas
We throw things
Out that Chevy I won't pull it?
Nigga Every Fucking Bar?
Bitch you 'bout to catch
Every fuckin' bullet!
The blik' clapper, steel

(steal) baby for Rum kidnapper
One round, will light this bitch up
It's the "it factor"! It's lit today
You lookin' for death? I could help ya'
Bird blow
You ever seen a pigeon eat a Alka-seltzer?
Oh nah, fire i'm finna black for the fans
Paul Bunyan while I'm huntin'
Fuck clappin' a can'
Newlyweds, 'cus bitch I gotta
(got a) axe (ask) for ya' hand!
After I take an L
I'm not the nigga to run into
They didn't give me your name
I just alerted them I was huntin' you
It's fun for Lu
Oh a pinebox? A size one for you
So pick a buddy, before I pick your buddy
Y'all better run in twos "Rum"
Drive-by in a Hellcat we was spinnin' "Rum"
Bullets ain't got no names
But that engine how it hears
When we was spinnin'
Come and get it, shells from the whip
Pop your cork for the glory
Now it's Tales From the Crypt (Crip)
Forensics said his corpse told a story
I'm with the dumb-outs, drum out
Hittin' shit
I said steel out for no apparent reason
My niggas with the shit's
Actions speak louder then words?
So I can apologize
But instead I'm fixin' Nit' (it)
Let's get this shit, let's get this shit
These shots is limitless, niggas
Breath of air, let's limit this
I'm with the syndicate
Let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Niggas don't need practice
Yo' you chained up
Let me get some of that top-tier money
It's time for this league to get repackaged
They tryna keep that money in
EFB and the Brotherhood
That's why these niggas doin' rematches
We need classics
New classics, two ratchets, Lu shootin'
I don't wanna hear about
What another nigga beatin'- nigga you do it!
You in the way, of everything I planned to be
You won UM3, I lost UM1
Oh you think you a better man then me?
It's gnarly now
They pick him to win on every card he- wow
I'll mark him out
And drop Rum outta nowehere
It's a party foul hawk him down, three flame
It ain't nothin' but a G thang
I'll crack Rum before I walk in the spot
We like the pre-game
Big cannon, shit blammin'

Do big damage, shit blew up his whole house
Y'all won't be throwin' no more
Parties at the Crip mansion
And you better invite me to the
Next party at the Crip mansion
It's the big Lu
That shit that y'all kickin' is childish
Somebody shoulda told him
Bronx niggas the wildest