URLtv, T-Top, Rum Nitty - Rum Nitty vs. T-Top lyrics

We got Rum Nitty vst Top Bizzy The Bear
It's gon' get crazy today
This was been 'pose to happen
'bout time we made it on stage
Them lil' shots I was throwin' at
You? They was mainly for play
But, you think I'ma come out
To GA and play more?
No, Vice Versa, it's 'No Mo' Play In GA'
Aye, I told Troy
For some real money it's shells
Stuffin' in the 12 with earplugs in
I'm Bear huntin' that's how I'm rockin'
I get to shootin' up with the
Arm Smack and I'm not stoppin'
'Til somebody digs a hole for the boy
And puts a box in (Suboxone) ya dawg food
I can get on big stages and smoke all you
But sayin' I'm the king of the small room
Speaks Volumes
Aye! You 'bout to get all the smoke
And take so many punches the fans
Yellin' "Get off the ropes"
I ain't sparin' bitches, try me
I get to airin' wit' it no cap
We really pull up where you
Livin' so swing on me
I triple dog dare a nigga
If the Bear even lift a
Paw there'll be pallbearers liftin'
I cop the tool
Prove to you that I would pop it too
Now you gotta admit yourselfinto the hospital
I'm 4th Quarter to the death
We ain't never fell out
But he gon' try to convince
Y'all that I switched
Up on 'em like I'm a sell out
But y'all know the claw game
Machine? Keep playin' wit'
The Quarter until I take a Bear out
The irony
I'm tryin' to see what niggas despise in me
When you and Brizz split Darkside of
The park for rival teams
No way you loyalthat ain't
The way it's workin' i should zip you up
But in a 'Duffle Bag Boy'
For how you play your (Playaz) Circle
But, you sold a hundred bricks, right?
50K in the mattress space Jam, Roger Rabbit
Get in tune
(toon) with real life, we heard enough
I'll burn you up, I won't tell a soul
We live by the code until they murder us
And die by the code (cold) hypothermia
I serve you some, on my flag
See two bald heads out the Eagle like Serbia
If we throw the hands, I'll fold you bad
I'm the "get up close" type
Short Strike, it'll be over fast
Like yo' bitch ass
You sold dope to ya own mama? Well
You should've been tellin' her "no"
Take care of ya folks
You went against the main reason real niggas
Was even was even sellin' it fo'
Aye, you a snake wit' no honor
Like how you went on strike and told Smack
"no" cause the money wasn't worth it
Should've did the same for ya mama
You a hoe nigga meet ya death, use ya head
Tread carefully, easy steps
Leave you stretched the inf' beamin'
'til the red line up Top like a Fila "F"
Blaow! Longest clip, if I let it fly you hit
Airplane mode, the Sig' nose
(signals) droppin' shit
Know I got a colder rhyme
Watch ya tone or get the Sig' nose
(signal) Bizzy (busy)
I had to use both the lines
Gang member, trained killer
Get ya whole circle boxed, I'm shape shiftin'
Shift the blade and cut shapes in 'em
Leave stars all in Top like a rave ceilin'
The tre pop, aye, we can trade shots
And where ever the can' do
(candle) light the Bear
It's gon' be candle lights and
Bears in the same spot blaow
You gon' retaliate? Try give ya man peace?
Take the law into ya own hands? You
Gon' get a vigil and tee (vigilante)
You walk around this bitch like
You ain't scared to die
Like you can't be next nigga
'til I run down on you and charge wit' a TEC
(Tech) , you gon' look at death different
Lead spitter, two handguns, send
You to the gates, i'm a bread winner
Bitch you can't keep it real yourself
(Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yourself)

It's crazy, my neighborhood still fucked up
About the Nipsy death
It's like when you try to make it
A hater can be your biggest threat
You ain't even go nowhere and they mad
Cause you ain't get 'em yet
They see you doin' good and they
Mad cause you ain't injured yet
I pray daily
I just ain't big on all that religion shit
All I know is one day you die
And that's the end of it
But that's a problem
We don't take time out for the innocent
So I'ma make a moment of
Silence for his remembrance

Okay let's kick this shit, it's
T Top vs Rum Nitty, what's shakin' cousin
Uzi, spray a nigga face
Like I'm macing somethin' aK, use a Russian
(rushin') for the door like
I'm late for somethin' or I sent 12 to your
Porch like the neighbor buggin'
80's dumpin', right in his legs
It's too late for runnin'
I'ma leave Rum on the rocks
And I ain't chasin' nothin'
This lame disgustin', he never live our life
He just wanna get famous from it
I can't relate to youngin'
That's why I hate ya punches
Every line the K is bustin' or you
Tryin' to flip a name or somethin'
Nigga, he can never tell us
About kids gettin' separated
When we find out the states is comin'
Or, gettin' a sweater for Christmas when ya
Mom's had to make the buttons
See them real life conversations?
He can't discuss it
Cause he live on the other side of town and
This is his way of escapin' from it
Nigga, until I chop ya body up
In pieces and make table food take a spoon
Feed it to ya daughter on her way to school
Ya baby too
She started cryin' we made baby food
This ain't the first time we put
Rum on a baby tooth make a move
We gave you a test you can't make it through
Cause Rum ain't strong enough
And that 80 prove (proof)
Tonight, I don't wanna hear none of
That baby boy Melvin shit
How he gon' leave the Hustler in
A wheelchair like Melvin Flynt
I could tell you bitch
That's why for this battle I
Wasn't a bit excited
Sharpshooter, I need a plaque for the K
(decay) like gingivitis get the knife in
Leave cuz on the edge he's indecisive
But, if I give this 9 to Rum
This club gon' lose it's liquor license
Aye, it's goin' down in the
South like the liquor prices
If I phone company
You'll get a bunch of niggas behind
You like you wit' Verizon
Swingin' metal, just to put him under
I'll hypnotize him
He gettin' every round on the
Head like he memorizin'
Then I put another clip inside him
Gun big enough to hit every Crip beside him
Wait, other than Geechi homeboys
You don't never see no Crips beside him
Aye, I'm startin' to think you
Put yourself on nigga
No big homies 'round it's like
Brought yo' self home nigga
Cause at one point
Everybody was bangin' except Rum
He was cool
But for some reason they ain't accept Rum
Soon as the nigga start rappin'
Here the set come
You ridin' the color wave but
That's what they expect Rum (spectrum)
You dead Rum
And now lil' man tryin' to flex cause he 33
Years old and got a lil' man complex
See we tolerate it
But that don't mean we like the nigga
Cause he always, almost
About to fight a nigga
Like in ya last two battles
You was twice as bitter
You got emotional over Twork like you
Found out your wife a stripper
Question, where was all yo' handguns nigga?
Cause we never seen a grown ass
Man throw a tantrum nigga
Why you just ain't grab ya
Burner when son did it?
You the Gun Line King
Why you ain't show him how ya gun get it?
Nigga, you left the venue then came back
That's not how we conduct business
But, I should've known he would storm off
Cause even "tantrum" got "Rum" in it
Dump biscuit's
Don't make me send a TEC ya way
I had to use extra bake just
So I could stretch the weight
And I ain't even sweat when
The Feds came to investigate
You ever seen me lose sleep over
A charge? I rest my case
Desert spray, loaded pistol
Control ya temper
Cause, I'll leave Rum pourin' out if
The nigga can't hold his liquor
I'll hold the blicker, close then kiss her
Cause it's the closest thing to
Mom like an older sister
Nigga you punch, I vacuum seal, we rap
(wrap) different
You throw up C's, I put up G's
We stack different
You wear brims, I know brims
The hat different
You owe Troy, I sold boy, we SMACK different
Hold up, cause I'm not feelin' his tempo
Cause Mayweather punch good
Shit but he ain't winnin' wit' Kimbo
Aye, they tryin' to jump me, I got shotgun
It ain't the fronts eat the pumps be
Kickin' niggas out like a Trump speech
Son sweet
I can get him touched for dumb cheap
Rob him, remove his ice, I like my Rum neat
We are actual bosses, done took actual losses
The only thing killin' in
Arizona is natural causes
I be clappin' a muffin' and now
He thinkin' that he 100 proof
His gun'll shoot 'til I bury
(berry) Rum with the lemon squeeze
We makin' jungle juice concrete nigga!

Where the fuck did all that money go, T Top?
I know you rich ass hell don't hold out
You said on Funk Flex, you had a
Half a mili on you at 11, right?
We don't believe the shit you
Tell out yo' mouth
But, you glorify your trappin', though
The whole world they know now
But ain't you supposed to pitch on the low?
I gotta bring the Bear a tone
(baritone) down
I'll bring it to you if you start gab 2 K's
(2K) and black
Top (blacktop) - I'm shootin' at the Park!
Mask on me, 100 round mag' on me
Lettin' it fly in ya attic like Amity'!
Why the FUCK ARE YOU RUNNIN', Cassidy?!
Thinkin' it's all good, he
(Goodie) see the mob (Mob)
Take out Cass': Dungeon Family!
This some shit you ain't gon' make it through
I ante up, to a level you can't take it to
Turbo, I slide with the sweeper
Like a Breakin' move
And I'll walk up on Top, poppin': Breakin' 2
(break in two)!
We cool, but I'll split ya shit, serious
YNW Mellynot the one to get too friendly wit'
I'll pull up palmin' the pistol
Tryin' to body a nigga
Right outside of Top spot
Like an honorable mention
I'll knock at the do', came to it
I clap a round stomach shot
He reach for me and staggered out
Hit the flo'
If that first one don't tap him out
Another five in the back would (Backwood)
I'll peel Top and air a 'matic (aromatic) out
Respect how I move
Was born into this Crippin'
Wasn't no other set I could choose
We were separated by colors
What you expect Rum (spectrum) to do?
Bitch nigga, I can tell he scary
Load the clip and put one up Top
I'm ready ready heavy metal
Run you off your block if you ever test me
And this'll kick off if the
Bear return Devin Hester
Aye I knew I had some shit
When I wrote it down
But now we sighted it more
The rounds became mortar rounds
Mask man, flash cans
I'll let it peel off in a X
('nax) nigga like a half Xan
I up the gun, empty, reload
Then the cal' lit
(Khaled) 'll give him another one
Then another one then another one
Captain Morgan, the Bear'll
(barrel) get stepped on in front of Rum
If you thinkin' I'ma do
Somethin' other than punch? Forget it people
If I try angles
(triangles) on Top it's a Desert Eagle
Aye, I'm like the only one that rap
When they say "punchlines took a backseat
To performance" I brung it back
Main nigga holdin' it down, I front the pack
Pistol whip him, just to show
You who the Top gunner, smack bLAT!
I'm a marksman, I hold it steppin' grippin'
Never missin' i shoot at the Bear and
(barren) land, 'til the Desert empty
That Funk Flex shit, you blew yo' shot king
Got on Hot 97 and choked on the Radio
You ain't Do The Right Thing!
But the nigga tried
And here's where it all goes left for
Tryin' to move a Crip aside
This bitch'll die
40 blow, headshot glory hole
Top unidentified aye I wish a nigga try
I wish he would jump really
We play for keeps
So if ya life get took I'm wit' it
The money right I'll cook up different
So for dead presidents, Top'll be headed
(beheaded) for a bag good luck, nigga
Aye, you try to count me out against the Bear
But right before I send his soul
The fifty rose
Come get ya flowers while you here
Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide or I'll do the job
(You decide, kill yourself)

Damn, that was pretty good
Hell I was impressed
Every round you was rappin' 'bout
The hollows and TEC's
I can't believe yo' little ass
Got a chopper that stretch
I almost stopped you mid round
And got me a vest the Gun Line King
The fuck is a gun line king?
You'll lose ya life
A bitch can show you what a gun line mean
I blew a shot, the barrel was smokin'
Stupid hot but, I'm DJ Drama
I will never let my Uzi drop
Buy one, get one free, two'll pop
He in his car, I'll shoot his drop
He gettin' the ring behind the
Glass like the jewelry shop
See it's the same thing witchu dawg
Borin' ass hell, no personality
We just know you're going to yell
The reason they only rap about
The 40's and shells
Is cause these bitch niggas never
Had a story to tell
And dawg my whole life changed
Soon as crack cocaine came
I Chef, Raw, then push Roc
(k) in the front, that's on Cave Gang
You ever seen a fiend get naked?
It make ya face change she shirtless
Walkin' wit' the Jakkboy Maine veins
It's Park Lyfe, mob ties, gang shit
Drive-bys hold the nickle over his head
Give him a high five or the chopper ha ha
Two taps that's blaaah blaaah
That's what I meant
(mint) to leave (leaf) in Rum like a mai tai
What?! Bitch
You done cruised up shit's creek
Who told dude's that shit's sweet?
I'll shake him
Cause Rum is only used for mixed drinks
I will pop up on a Crip with
A Glock up on my hip
Servin' Rum while my niggas lickin'
Shots up in this bitch
Or the chopper split ya shit
Had the doctors knittin' Nit'
My locs shootin' out the window like
'Pac was in the whip
They'll do you sloppy in this bitch
Just know where to tread
I sold rock and won't stop until
I go to the Feds
The type to kill ya manager if
You owe me some bread
Yeah I'll do you filthy Rich
Let her nose up and let the
Bucks go to ya head nigga! Aight
Let's talk about his Jordan's now
How they was fake
But, you was even faker when
You bought 'em clown
Nigga Michael's body was layin' like this

T Top leans to the side on one foot
Fuck you get 'em from? The lost & found?
Now that's insane Crip
But, I thought you was Grape Street
Soon as we seen Jordan Downs
Aye, somebody go tell 'Tez I bought a round
If he ain't like how I broke
Down Math I'll give Cort' (quarter) pound
And you be takin' shots at the Wolf
Well there's a reason Smack
Ain't bought it clown
He know when you add ICE and
Rum that shit be watered down
And you don't even deserve the match
What have you done for the culture?
Cause when it comes to niggas from ya state
We can only name one in the culture
I can count out seven niggas I
Done brung to the culture
Now whether they stayed or left that
Was up to the culture
But how come we never ever heard
Of no other Arizona niggas?
You mean to tell me ain't
Nobody else in Arizona witcha?
Rusty gun, give him that old smoke
Arizona nigga
I'm at the club, whatever section you in
I'll air a zone a nigga
Wit' a can' as long as an Arizona nigga
They had to fan him
Makin' sure the air is on a nigga
Give him the business
I started runnin' errands on a nigga
You a bird
Prolly sing like canary's on a nigga
I'll get engaged wit' Rum like
I'm married to the liquor
Nigga! But y'all know what's
Wrong wit' battle rap?
You get to be who you wanna be
Gun Line King
Bitch ain't even got a gun wit' him
Hold on, Gun Line King
Ain't that Tay Roc nickname? Explain
Bitch, how you supposed to be this awesome
Hero when you steal niggas' alter egos?
Soon as we hear the Gun
Line King, we like, "Aw, here he go"
Be cautious, people, I spark the Eagle
Had a Mexican plug in Miami
It wasn't Don Marino
I got 'em all for cheap though
Have you heard the nonsense
Of how I'm lookin'
For them Crips on 43rd and Salves?
I will hurt and rob him
Take his bank card and never
Make his first deposit it get worse about it
I can tell you a bitch by
How your skirt was slidin'
I will murk this guy then walk
Off with a smirk in silence
Cause this body gon' mean more to
The culture than Surf survivin'
I'm just a work in progress
That mean I'm rough around the
Edges but the surface polished
I was servin' powder but like it
Better when the work is solid
You insane Crip well I'm comin'
To the worst asylum
Tell the nurses "hide him"
Let bullets come burst inside him
Concrete nigga

You 'bout to get a bad type beatin'
No I'm talkin' like
"you ain't really have to him
That bad" type treatment
A goal picker switch
Rip the skin off yo' back type beatin'
Lookin' up instrumentals on Youtube
That type beatin'
I'm 'bout to put you in ya place
Top shotter, get Top shot up
Cook you wit' the 8
Bullet in his face, blaow
Fuck what he thought
(thot) he on the flo' if I
Pull it off the waist
Quit actin' like you run them blocks
And ya MAC peel hollows
You shaped like an Advil bottle
And you cotton soft under Top
When I schooled DNA
You was there that day in the buildin'
I showed E more to
(immortal) life and you think you can kill me
Bitch stop
Respect my Crippin' and get ya shit knocked
Over seas (C's) I pull out a 4 in
(foreign) battles and flip Top (FlipTop)
I'm mad right now
Cause y'all thinkin' this a match up and
I'm really in my bag right now
Sayin' he gon' give me trouble well
Let's see how that plays out
Cause, I done got out the pen for holmes
(homes) like a halfway house i ask him
Got any final words before
You past then speak
I'll take you all the way up to
A mountain Top for ya last speech, king
I let you have if you test me 100 shots
Tryin' to give you half of the weapon
The clip filled wit' mo' hollows (high
Lows) than a manic depressive
The 5 put two holes
(O's) in one, like Cassidy record
The piece pop, Grind Time, this ill MAC
(Illmac) have a Hollow rippin' through T Top
I keep it wit' me battle rap Baphomet
You gon' need Jesus wit' him
Tired of y'all tryin' to compare me
To niggas cause of gun bars
Once the Gun Line
King gon' see the difference
Fuck you thought?
Everybody in battle rap done fucked yo' thot
Rex, Shine, prolly lost her to Loaded
She a Jumpoff Top
If I get ya whole squad robbed
Whatchu gon' do? Try and save 'em?
You gon' lose what's in ya possession
Countin' on Top shot clock violation
I spark it on him
Miss wit' the first two but pick Bear
In the third like a Charlotte Hornet
Get T hurt, then ya team murked
Two different missions
But we both 'bout to leave Earth
Thing burst, movie clip
Put a body on a half moon like DreamWorks
He said I told him
This 40 will get raised by
The Bear like it's Mowgli
BLAOW! It's ya death date
I want you to look ya killer in the eyes
I took the mask off in the Bear (bare) face
Smokin' shit what I be on
Why? To be Frank, Nitty ran wit' Al Capone
(Kapone)
Bitch, you can't keep it real wit' yaself
Suicide I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yourself)

URL this my closin' verse
Like fuck a casket throw this bastard in
The back and just close the hearse
Now I ain't come here to
Make the crowd go berserk
I came here to show y'all work
(Now let me get it in) in this culture
There's so many disguises on a nigga
What they do in they personal time
They hide it from a nigga
We supposed to be a family
But, you been lyin' to me nigga
So from this point on
I ain't tryin' to be ya nigga
There's a rumor goin' round and I'ma
Make sure y'all get it first
And trust me, it fell on my desk
I wasn't diggin' dirt
I would say Swear To God
But, I'ma leave that to Tay
Roc and that nigga Surf
I wanna play my own game
Called "Guess Where Rum Nitty Works?"
Now, you might visit this place three times
A week if you got a girl
They sell Bismol and ginger ale
If you gotta hurl they got jewelry
Fake ass diamonds and a lot of pearls
And if you lived in the south
You nicknamed it Wally World
Aight, enough wit' the game homie
Let's go get it out the way
It's like a caption too early on the TV
You know what I'm 'bout to say

T Top puts on a WalMart vest
Bro, nigga, you been workin' at WalMart 'til
February of this year
You can act like you didn't
A fan gave me the info I said
"You have to be kiddin'"
I called there myself and went
And ask for the nigga
They said, "Cornell's on lunch break", Oww
That's gonna kill him
See, while you was helpin' niggas breakin'
Down the roll back price
I was breakin' down but still
Kept the whole pack price
Hidin' work from my family you
Don't know that life
I had to sleep wit' the pack
And my clothes at night
But, you? You way more customer
Service then cuttin' and servin'
He the nigga who be checkin' our receipts
When we come to return shit
Some old ladies walk in
It doesn't concern him
He still tryin' to see what
They stuffed in they purses
See, see WalMart felt bad cause Smack
Wouldn't give Rum the revenue
See, that's how we know you don't
Be blazin' wit' the stock boy
You a stock boy
Why you sayin' you playin' wit' the mop for
When you pick up trash and mop floors?
He like, "This can't be luck"
One time he forgot to put the wet sign
Down and he seen somebody granny stuck
That's what he meant when he said
He'll MOP ya nigga auntie up ('Ante Up')
I ain't lyin' bruh, he was
At work writin' for Surf
Man the guy is tough
He happened to be on aisle six like
"I'ma light him up
I need to put Surf on a can'"
Looked up and seen Hawaiian Punch
Now like I said
They felt bad cause Smack wouldn't
Give Rum the revenue
They seen you punchin' in
Ya battles they figured
You could punch a pin or two
He on the register
Instead of askin' what's on the card
He askin' if he on the card
That's unacceptable
Instead of checkin' for bar codes he's
Checkin' if his bar's cold
They done respectin' you
That's why you never moved up in the company
When the other ones would mention you
You think cause you a Gun Line King
That was gonna give Rum the pedestal
At WalMart you could be sellin' TV's
The next day you gotta cut the vegetables
So they fired yo' dumb ass cause
You was only one dimensional
All the managers got together before
The meetin' take place they gave him that
"Sorry I gotta let you go"
Speech that we hate they said
"One hour after that you must
Be leavin' this place"
He just grabbed his blue vest and
Threw a C in they face
I wanna know what you did on lunch break
Did you go to the hot
Bar and try the chicken?
Did the staff get a pizza delivered
And y'all divided the ticket?
Or maybe you went to Subway so you
Wouldn't have to drive to get it
Or did you work at the one
With the McDonalds in it?
Now look, bro, I promise
Despite all these jokes there's nothin'
Wrong with havin' a job
Even if you happen to lie half of the time
But, you tryin' to hide it from the world
That just wasn't the best route
That's how you fix this bag on ya
Own like a self check out
Say it wit' me "Self check out"
The cashier takin' all day (Self check out)
Like hotels after a long stay
(Self check out)
Like doctor visit's on an off day
(Self check out)
Like Tech-9 before the court date