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Rum Nitty vs i'm from Brooklyn
I'm from Brooklyn and nobody do it like we do
But this nigga gon' try to convince y'all
That these niggas from AZ doing it
He cool, but quit the foolishness
This MC's hammer ain't got no papers
But my aim with the tool legit
You darker than Batman's suit in it
If it's problems, think Gotham
I'm masked up with my niggas from the
Ville and run through your shit
You look lost when you're doing shit
Hang on, I ain't mountain climbing
But, I know how to rock when I use the grip
You are just fronting like
You're using straps
Out here doing way too much, son
But, you AZ niggas is used to that
Break your spine
You won't be able to use your back
Then you bring it to me


I'll bring that shit to your momma
Like you was moving back
Even if you shooting back
You gon' need help, chest move with straps
Click it or get a ticket like a seatbeat
My presence will be felt
RIP young B, he was past fire
But who here thinks that Pass fire?
This nigga been off his job for years
That nigga is past fired
It's the west coast niggas I want to
Look up to? Then add Myers
Finally, we the niggas that come in the seat
But, you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me
Beasley said you would've had to done a PG
They got Rum in a smoke shop trying
To have more substance than Steams
Cause my name hot
And like a stain you can't get rid off
You gon' try to wash me and
Eat in the same spot
Marty tossed me the Army gun
Since we all in the same spot
We are PG's, so fuck it, that's what I bring
Ack i mean everything shot
And whoever assist him first
Get the cartridges I have left
When the game stop wait, think
I go over heads like glass bottles
They don't get the whole bar
These ain't shots
K hopped in Ill battle rapped birthday
And he need the cake
That's why the starving nigga came with no
Presence trying to eat the Cake
But it takes more than a few
Slices to see a Cake we brought elevation
Nigga it's a celebration whenever
You see a Cake over insults
Get peppered if you ever look
At my C's and shake
He'll choose to eat with chickens cause it's
Not healthy when beef's at stake
Acting like he murder
But, you remind me of them deacon mates
Cause you here
So your move's over like you leaving space
Wait, you need verses that's hot son
Cause you put your man on the moon
Does not mean you leaving space
Wait, that remind me of the
Last nigga I heated, cake
Told homes left, left him in a box to stay
Like he needs a place
Aspect paid for you to get
Parked like meter maids
You eff see, I'm kicking punches
These bars gon' need a cage
Y'all got me amazed thinking he
Gon' speak to me
My goal is to aim for your top
But, I'ma reach your peak
Your girl? I peep the freak
Speaking of inboxes
I was whispering in your bae's
Area like Keak Da Sneak
Niggas try to say that Steams a reach
God, Steams a beast
Steams will see that you reach God
If the steam's at reach
Please believe, you visine bar, not popping
For one, i do more than leave niggas
Dizzy if I spot 'em for one
I will use the red beam to Cyclops him
I'm advising you to hold it over
His face before I drop him
I got him a nice dirtbag to sleep on
You with the shit's? Jump in this
Nigga's grave while the seat's warm
Cake's Up
I feel like that was the note to leave on

Finally, we got Rum Nitty vs steams
Nah, Gun Line King vs cake's Up Kareem
Place your bets
After this obscenity, they'll be wondering
Can Nitty kill a Prez like Kennedy
You kidding me?
Book or get the hammer, that's misery
It won't be a lack of when you're
Sleeping with the fish in sea
Remember me? The nigga that came
In with the ratchet date?
But what's love got to do with it, right?
Cause, I can let the bitch
Eat the Cakes like anime nah scratch that
It's like I catered the birthday party
Cause what I brought ice
Kareem and them Cakes
You really named your squad Cakes?
So we know he's sweet
I OD, 4th Quarter niggas go OTP
I really whoop your ass, then whoop your ass
I'm on repeat
You'll get washed up then dusted off again
I got OCD they say on Smack
I should probably change my style up
But fuck 'em, i think to myself like with
All the comp you boxed
All you got to do is count with your punches
I knock a nigga noodles when the cannon blow
You'll see Cakes with the wig off
Now that's a Amber Rose
I go upside your shit
My gun butt will crack your skull
I pistol whip your 'til your memory
Bankrupt and the hammer's broke
Watch yourself, cause when the back
Of the 380 bust you
Your face will buckle like a Versace belt
You copy? I'm cocky feeling like
I can not be killed
Cause the steel in my jeans and I'm
Willing to ring like the Ali film
Gun Line King, oh you don't like it
See a shell bust give a male K's trying to
Play the king like Selma
The URL fans wasn't fucking with
My nigga Fox, see, that don't concern me
I'm from AZ, so if I don't
Hear no oohs and aahs
This pump can get the firm squeeze
Your face shot will leak everywhere too
Germ free leave your back open and the front
Smokey like Big Worm weed
The ones hyping him up and shit
Came riding in on his dick
You ain't got to pump me up
I still gas like I'm cyphering out the whip
I catch him riding through on his
Strip then this tre pop boyz In The Hood
Cause, I'm squeezing rounds 'til the car
Pulls over like Trey's pop
I'm clapping homie just to make an example
I don't take shots
A bullet went through your right hand man
I shoot through one you roll
Up with like State Prop
Don't try the can, diet plan
I take the Cakes out
And leave Steams vegetable
It's like I'm trying to weight watch
You'll get clapped when I roll up
I pull the bird and put
The round on your back
It's like the world's on your shoulders
Or get peeled like amoxicillin
Shot's is flaring clap lead
Squeeze the trigger tight and
Caught a body airing
Hold up, tight end, caught a body
Aaron Hernandez
I run up on him like "where the money?"
If he don't come off the pay, he murked
No paper, you get the steel right in your
Head like a Jay-Z verse
Tell Born get of my dick 'fore
Shots is popping off for him
Thinking it's rap 'til I black and
Make him bite the bat, i will Ozzy Os' Born
Real shit, can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yourself

I did that Zordon shit to make fun of Danny
I did DBZ cause I'm actually a fan
I watch anime, get chinky-eyed
And rap about Japan
But that translates it, cause this man faking
His hands shake when he clapping out the can
But the shit I do'll shock you cause
I'll be blasting out of hand
His raps is out of hand
How he gon' box me in, have
Me aired and split my wings, i'm not a fan
Speaking of, heard you have a lot of fans
Like to heckle, block my goal when
I'm trying to kick it, i sock a fan
D Money, no almost, I beat and shot a fan
My shooter's down, I still
Move with the thunder, ibaka fan
The gun rose, he gon' decide to stay out
He must got a plan fuck a player
We done hit enough niggas to drop the stands
He grouped up, so I got a plan
My bitch, I led her to him
But y'all gon' find out on the
News like he got the stand
Nitty play hero, can't stay afloat
End up Aquaman don't slip her
These sneakers sliding out of vans
Or he'll have me locked and canned
Mention jelly spread no wonder
Only thing you can teach me how
To get out of jam
But learn what, teach who, I'm the man
Bang drums in front of my student's
Body like a college band
He wifing thots, stop this man
Taking about walking over rice
I caught his chicken on his
Lamb like aki stands
Then I'll advance to 4th Quarter, your crew
Nitty everybody's affected by shots
Nobody's immune, nitty
Stop trying to be diplomatic, if
He don't dip low, matics will tune Niity
I get the chance, I call my
Fam from the other side
The opp will tune Nitty
Fuck you mean? Your fans made this personal
Rum
So every shot to the face like personal rum
Dogging his bitch personal, Rum
Had a ride or die, she keep her steel on
So I left Rum boo in the street like Rocky V
And if that thot survive, I'm at his ex miss
It'll be a silent night when I clip the john
They gave Rum a cake
The only thing left is the Christmas song
Y'all been misinformed thinking I won't
Sub his miss in form
If I can't find him, she
Going missing for him, like missed in forums
The chat's off with this nigga
He eliminate won't get assaulted with shots
When I turn these Rum bars into liquor
But Marley my nigga Marley say say something
That y'all gonna remember
So throw that punch to the
Side like Hulk in Avengers
I'm glad you battled Arsonal
And three big names, you spaz too
But don't sweat the shit
He's lyrically ass juice
I knew you would send the realer
Nigga like me won't break
But, I'll glass you
Send wifey the bad news like
Payback is never late
Wait, since the bitch his
It's going past dues didn't he
Move swiftly or get picked like cotton
A shot at your shirt look like
Rum on his nit tee
But really, KG got him this role
Writer's Bloque got him acting tough
I'll shave both sides
Clip him from either cast he cut
Niggas been pirating my style
And I've had enough
One of my pupils will be dead
Before I patch it up
But back to Rum cause he been funny
Think I won't pull your card cause you black
As shit but still lighter than Jin, rummy?
Walked in this bitch crip
He gon' leave out this bitch bloody cakes Up

Quit all that rah rah 'fore
Someone in your squad die, try hassa chump
I slide by
Lay the whole house down if I ride by once
Big ass 50-cal, you see the size of my gun?
The difference is I live by the desert
You gon' die by one
Run up, I triple dog dare ya
That's the wrong era
That 30 odd 6 I carry dead niggas
I'm a pallbearer
Let me find you he pushing mean weight
I'm on
The weight like he ain't sell that work yet
Did he (Diddy)?
Then I'm selling bad boys for your cheesecake
Think this one shot misses? I
Doubt, fire on Kareem face, burn your ass
Reach like urn and ash and give Kareem eight
(cremate)
Two straps, I let you choose your own fate
Either the nine would take the
Wrist or the bird, you'll have a ghost face
I kill him for no reason, they say
The cause of death was bars
They tried to send me to the pricinct
If you catch me masked down
With the millimeter scheming
I'm smoking Steams in the hood
Like the engine overheated
I don't believe him with your whole Cake ass
2 Chainz Birthday song video
Cause the whole Cake's ass
Let a nigga say I'm trash
Then I know he hating no respects, fuck 'em
Make him step brother with these
Two 40's I'm raising
Cali, Atlanta, Canada, now I'm going to Vegas
I'm doing my numbers around the globe
That's a notification
A shot to the belly will have his
Juice leaking out of Brooklyn's finest
Notice the films is all New York
I'm strapped, this bitch will get shot with
What I got in store
Ask me what the shotty's for, I clap shit
One buck shot will fuck you two
Up like an accent from Baltimore
Nigga, my whole team will shoot, big shit
Let an eagle loose
You'll have to pull to the side
Like the ambulance is coming
And you gon' need them too
I'm talking to his squad like
After I make him eat the tool
He'll pass away then you can have
Your Cake and eat it too
I said I want to battle Clips cause
I can't stand you lames
I take the smith out, you'll
Catch them all Charles
Who think the cans is (Kansas) playing?
I get mad and throw a cap
Well that's Randy thing
Your bitch with you? I'm on her in
The crowd like a Maverick game
Not just you get it
I can make this a family thing
The eight blazing could lay a kin down
Y'all can catch the flame
And I'll be in room two twenty
Something with your girl later
I might kill her box, but
That depends on the head, i'm a hellraiser
You run in, you're getting shot
Then your homie got a shell waiting
I'm drilling, pulling cans out to ice
Chess like I'm tailgating
I will squash beef or bury the hatchet
When shots go off, I ditch
The weapon like Monster's Ball
I bury a ratchet we 10 deep
Intend to pull out just to
Clear up the static round clip
I use the tom to kill like Samuel Jackson
I catch him in traffic
I'ma reach for the thing and pop it
Then cut off
Have my bitch throw the pipe out
The window like Lorena Bobbitt
This new shit I cop got a
30-round clip hanging out it
The streets know that's how he
Rose with a magazine, it ain't a comic
I ain't taking losses, matter of fact
I need to be paid my cheese now
Cause cash rules everything around me
Especially after I break Kareem down
Real shit, can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yourself

This ain't boxing, but I'ma box him
Y'all gonna think I'm fucking up
While I fuck him up
Cause stabs is jabs, getting pushed is hooks
You're trying to get send up a cut
What the fuck is up
I won't stop shooting 'til this
Fucker's up in the skies
Then shoot him down and around
He won't even know what the fuck is up
All over the face when I'm running up
Y'all remember D Brown? Well
The shotgun will lift
His soul if I pump it up
Wait, a hollow box is where I
Put your butt in if you
Don't follow up after the first
Hit like Pump It Up fuck choking
Cause my early shouldn't be coming up
I know you got a lot of punches to deliver
But, I can stomach Rum
Since you here, off top
You'll get curled if the sucker fronts
Or one fucking punch, laid out
Body folded like a stomach crunch
When fire rings
You don't want the metal in the first place
So stop before you get what
Comes after like a runner-up
Who fuck with Rum? Set the line
Come in front here, I'll touch him up
Cause they're squares
Get your whole hood boxed like a Hummer front
He's fucking done
But, I'ma talk to this nigga
He get irrational
The chopper will proportion this nigga
Or I'll call in a hitter to
Snap shots so I put
Up numbers to get him framed
Like they auctioned his picture
If you're a boss, then why talk big for?
Point nine, pierce you
I'm shooting God next to KG like the Big Four
But take it back to these old niggas
This war won't be the same
I'm back spazzing
So you birds can retire and leave the game
But he'll try to leave the game by
Suicide or you do the job
I make Rum pull the shit on
Himself like he need to change
I'm throwing bullets
You gon' wide receive the game
Then I'm looking for the metal goes around
Necks like how you receive a chain
I know heaters bang
I scalp Nitty to deal with him
Fuck this kid's stories, if Rum pull
Still skin him or peel grim him
Take over his land and go for interest
Over dough
I'll choke son out like Homer Simpson
Sick as a nigga who fuck coma patients
I'm poking victims
Whoever try to ride or block for
This nigga is going with him
Chop Rum, then box Rum
Ship him off into 20s like prohibition
Your lines, have him open sniffing
Put these balls on the table it
Will look like a drug bust
Fuck a coke addiction
Your position, gold teeth, bling bling era
You've been fronting
It might look like it, but
You don't really cook, kid's ovens
You battled Danny, got punch drunk
Now you're walking 'round this
Bitch like McLovin
Small as a roach who don't want to smoke
I clip something it's gon' smell bad
Might make y'all cry like a big onion
But, if I needed you smoked
My weed man will clip something
Bud by the grip, tucked in
The can right next to the
Zip like kids lunches
So play them games but not with Steams
This Vegas, rights? Slot machine
The metal get pulled 'til I hit something
But Rum, think he gonna leave me stinking
He's past gassed
Welcome to Smack, Ha Double next
Let's see who gets the last laugh cakes Up

We had the whole world hella hyped
For this match and shit
But, I'ma ask real quick
Why you rap fast as fuck and
Do your hands like this?
50-cal deserts, every tool I pack is sick
I'm in the whip with a few
Ill eagles like human trafficking
If it's action then I'm riding for
My dog like John Wick long clip
I'm loving zipping these niggas
Like a confitch you can't be a rough rider
When you're dogs bitch
If it's conflict, to get even
I leave Chess with the paw prints
And you'll get clapped
You know I brought a oowap with me
I swoop by, shoot him 'til the machine
Jamming like a jukebox
If he say my name in the AM
I'm letting two shots hit him
You'll be getting killed by night
(Knight) , but that's a 2Pac theory
Big ass 40, I shoot it and tear a wrist
(terrorist) in the ring
Now that's the Iron Sheik
How 'bout the Chargers
The first round bust like Ryan Leaf
Nah scratch that, I run up on his whip
If he try and speed
I'll have to bust over 50, I'm Keanu Reeves
If I lose, I'm going for
The nine, I'll late him, i'll annihilate him
Bullets from the barrel crash through
The winner like it's hibernating
I'm going in, not a chance your boy win
Lil Suge, looking like a mini shotgun
Four ten
Two fullies, I lift them up and spark
Put these autos on you then all those on you
They'll be picking up your parts
That nigga Prez did you greasy, cousin
The game of death
Cause when son shined on him
Kareem couldn't see the punches
You could tell you was getting smoked
By the look in your face don't be a menace
The fans thought he was dope when
He was cooking the Cake
I'll grab your bitch
Pull the 380 out the waist she moved it
I told her she'll die if she
Keep playing with the tre
Please do not spell out my name
Cause soon as you even start the scheme
I'ma quit live to smoke
Something like Charlo Greene
I keep heats on me, something big stashed
Steve Harvey
This bitch will get the singing like
Dej Loaf if he try me
Or let three off him be
Missing for weeks probably
'Til he finally turn up in the water
That's a beach party i call my 40 Barrs
That bitch will catch a mean body
I call my 50 Tyson, that nigga spit retarded
I don't play that shit, you'll get 86
I keep the tom and the
Shotgun like the Patriots
I'll show you how this can do
(candle) light a Cake, nigga make a wish
He's Jordan in a flu game
You'll get the 38 playing sick
With a good shot
You don't want to see me spark
Cause the nigga getting smoked
I'll give the pussy
Eight when I lift up on the pole
Now that's a Mimi bar
I let a piece slide you like a Ouija board
If we seek war, I grab the
Nose and blow at his mouth, now that's CPR
Real shit, can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yourself