URLtv, Ryda Ramone, Prez Mafia - Ryda vs. Prez Mafia lyrics

I know it's obvious how I got
Involved and proceed through the rook
’cause he gon' say that I needed him
Nigga, I been eager to cook
Since the Tez battle, I got 30'd
And I just needed a look
And then they gave me you
Well, the nerve of that shit
Baow! Twork reaction you needed the push
I left Smack, he played the bitch
That’s how I knew you was afraid
You're not the rider type
But the writer type
That Google shit for days
You ask Siri how to rap, boo'
Numerous of ways
Being Goonies wasn't enough
Now you're moving with the Cave?
I was a fool to think you'd stay
And it was rude to give you faith
Cuz in a movie they ain't leave


One Goonie in the cave! Woosah!
Lately the culture been wildin'
I don’t like the noise
This new era got angry fans that’s
Unbiased tryin' to pipe a boy
And this dude from the X
Caliber will homi’ you, a'ight
Metal from head to toe
Nigga, that's a hidden bar
For being on the cam a lot, and front
And this gonna be body of the night (knight)
Wasn't you reppin’ We Go Hard?
Nigga please, don't save him
Against the nigga Fetty he repped the Army
And I heard leagues don't claim 'em
But Smack, that shit facts beat haymakers
And even Beas don't claim 'em
He Colin Kaepernick, not because of the knee
But his own league don't claim 'em
You wanted to battle Big Terrance?
Yo, I mean, I ain't even gonna lie
I don't even rock with him, son
But that nigga T
He'll give you one round and you're done
What you gonna do when Chillackaboo start
To ride with a drum

Nigga we seen you "Peanut Butter
Jelly Time" with a gun he loco
Nigga I said I load fours
So the Desert'll help
I did this shit for my guys
It's like Christmas for the
Blind all my presence (presents) is felt
See, Ryda ran, for 'bout a mile
The nigga said he need help
But his brain beat him down the block
He got ahead of his self i'm not done
I can see it in your eyes, you a whole bitch
This whole battle, remember Myspace pics
I'mma own this the fo' fifth, I load it
In the crib of your old bitch
Shoutout to Nu Born
But, I missed the crib I was homesick
So point me to the direction
To where the gloves be, ock
See Ryda been bitchin' about the time
That he been ducked, please, stop
Dig this, what I planned
(plant) for you, oh it's a ugly plot
And it's growth
See I realized that let's son (sun
Lesson) be hot
When the situation arose on what
The fuck we got
Nigga, baow! and I peddled off
Like 'she love me not' this nigga
You think that 'cause you with to Irving
Plaza you doing better than me?
Let's look at our climb to greatness
Nigga what do you see?
I made main stage off one PG
Niggas knew they couldn't mess with me
Shout out to Wavy
Me and him single handedly
Started Born Legacy
Some say that I lost that day
Some say that I lost that battle
But, I got called by BET and
Had fund with my peers
Nigga, you on every battle on URL and
Had to sit for a year
But he been out on Irving Plaza though
Got him thinking that he better
But he went missing and that was the worst
Battle Royal Rumble ever - fuck outta here
Fuck outta here
But, if that got you feeling better
Then cool cuz he never lost on URL
I must admit it was true
See, I got a body when it mattered the most
I admit that I lose
But moral of the story is, heh
I'm still doing better than you
What's crazy is I ain't even start punching
He's so lucky dope moves
I'm in the field with a sleeve, it's so rugby
Got a gun, nothing but ratchet rounds
It's so Dougy gun connect
I be pushing them arms like don't touch me
Woosah you a lost pup
Smack said that you was lost
When he found you
Well that's how you lure a nigga in
You'll think Urkel's around you woosah
A bunch of niggas with purpose around you
Blaow! Fuck a hidden bar, that was
A hidden performance nigga
I just rapped circles around him
Woosah, nigga!

I said, I predicted the future!
Ever since the 2K server went
Down, I been considered nice
And they was well aware
But now I'm back online
And they only brought me here
Just to play wit' Prez (Pres) career
You know it's illegal to carry in New York
Right? But we in Richmond
Nigga, it ain't even risky so for my safety
I told my partner I needed one
He said, "St louis arc"
Nigga, the metal been (bend) in the city!
So welcome back, Prez!
It's either you remember your rounds
Or you gon' die in this bitch
Soon as he try to ride by, this fly - BAH!
Your fate? I'm sealin' that shit
Soon as the paramedics
It was New Jersey Drive
That mean they found the BaldHead still in
(stealin') the whip!
I always been a real nigga
And in tough situations
I ain't never been a scared one
Niggas be like
"Ryda pussy ‘cause he got a babyface…"
Well, ain't no nigga ever test me yet
And I dare one i'm all about my money
So play wit' it and watch me air one
‘Cause the only President we ever cared
About was a dead one!
And you know I like to name my guns!
And I got options
And you could die in an instant
For instance, you could get Booth or Oswald
Meanin' I could kill you at close range
Or hit Prez from a distance!
I'll tape-cassette player your bitch
I know y'all don't get it
They like, "Ryda wildin' wit' that"
Knife in your bitch weave
Then turn it counter-clockwise: I'm
Rewindin' her tracks! I said, I'm too legit!
Who is this? Losin' it! Provin' it!
Ruger clip, one bustin' through your shit!
This the Indian Flute
Then Up Jumps the Boogie
I'll Timbaland and Magoo your shit!
Truest karma

Nigga, fuck you and the pussy you came outta
I'll shoot your mama
You try to snitch? Well
Bitchthat's only gonna improve the drama
Sever your shit
And see if Prez can talk with his
Head in the container: it's Futurama!
Y'all think I care if this nigga
Brought his peoples wit' him? Fuck no!
I be snoopin' wit' it like, "Ain't
Nothin' but a G thang, baby"
Then he leakin' his wisdom
BOW! Somethin' blew
(blue) next to the lil' bitch:
I Lilo & Stitch'd him! You fucker you!
I'll rumble you left hook, stumble you
Put a gun to you
Lift it, then it's your decision
Meanin' I'mma leave it up to you bang!
Then get off from peelin'
(pill in) these bitches: I'm a Huxtable!
You only get one life to live
So you better cherish every minute in it
Yo, FTW, what up?
It's "Fuck the World", right?
Well, it ain't gon' stop you niggas
From gettin' buried in it
Let me ask you a question: would
You ride for yo' niggas?
Season finale of Sopranos: they
Ain't gon' ever
Know what happened to Mafia niggas!
So let's get to business
I'm pistol-grippin', extended clip in
Tsu Surf, aggravated assault, pistol-whippin'
Leg shot, get them limpin'
Dome shot, wisdom liftin'
Then your wifey who I'll
Split second: quick decision
Blade in her! Tryna get everything
Drug out her like interventions
The chopper, get to spittin'
Turn New York into DC - why?
It'll be a bunch of bitches missin'!
Then I'll run up on you with a switchblade
(swoo) And then switch plays
Nah, I gotta make the scene a awful one
You get the Brooklyn Special (What's that?)
(swoo swoo swoo)
That's the Maino, Math, and SteamsalL IN ONE!
I'll load the clip up
That mean that life and death
Is just a click away
Somethin' big, wit' a infrared
Beamin' down on Prez house:
It's Independence Day!
Ever since DNA, nigga
You was beggin' for a vet
But what happened wit' Cor'?
Since they dug your corpse up
I guess I'm givin' you more it was Scarface
And he played the role of Manolo
'Cause, I'll be the next to assist ya death
BOW! Nigga was dead at the door
So fuck a top-tier, mid-tier, low-tier
'cause all you niggas is next
'Cause, I was sittin' out long enough
And I just came back to snatch all my respect
It's Round 1

Niggas said they want that old Prez back
Well aight, this is it, Mike Jack
I'm in the mix, brace ya self
Your chest cavity'll get caved in, pussy
Watch your mouth before I dent ya shit
This timid bitch handle clips like filet
That's fish and grit's
40 bang, I shoot what's under the hood
And watch all you (oil) change
I done flip the whip that was light
On a scale from one to ten, that shit was ehh
But direct bars
They hurt more and you the shook man type
Oh you Cave, where this fire round will
(wheel) change the way you look at life
Your hard bars, nigga please
Betchu I get through this round
Your hard bars, betchu I
Get through this round, shawshank
Fuck an investment
We pitch to marks and Cubans, Shark Tank
Y'all all fakes
You cannot stop Prez when he's cooking
You better boat
Cuz what I write in my pad'll
(paddle) drown you or I can keep pushing
What you want? Fuck you talking about
What you want? a peace treaty or for war to
(water) exist?
Cuz you'll die trying to stay afloat
That's just the current events
See, Prez was way more than bars
That's the shit that I was about
Performance god
I lost myself and the shit that I was 'bout
You be that nigga in the
Window creeping to get out
Now you think you tough cause uncle
Smack let you out the house woosah
I'm like, old Prez is back
Why did I switch up
See I'm the forefather of a style
And I never got bigged up
And you don't have the it factor
Brianna give it up

Cuz when it's time to ride, I ride
Or Ryda get sent up
Wait wait wait wait, I know
You're looking at me like, wait wait wait
The bitch - well I said when
It's time to ride, alright
A ride'll get sent up woosah
I said yo, I said the nigga
Prez is on your turf, straight dumbin'
He got the call, like "the nigga
Prez is on your turf, straight dumbin'"
I don't catch you, your moms'll get
It in the worse way, fuck it
Nigga, I will do a number with
Them arms like birthday punches woosah
But, I had to black
This the first one of the year
It's the one of the year
But they gave me you you know
To be honest this was one of my peers
I got the hammer in the venue
I put my gun in the air then bow! bow! bow!
I tell his whole cub to come here
It ain't right
I spent Ryda life with the next big chrome
And then tossed the gun, 'cause
I can't keep still
It's like Tourette syndrome is that enough?
Big shit with extensions that come attached
Fresh out the box, as you step
Shit pop it's bubble wrap but enough of that
Yo, I got more I gotta give brethren
So hurry up with them biter lines
'cause this just my second, round two
Just get murked when the clips disperse
Now it's time for that
Nah, cuz it still gets worse
Don't allow that no, we don't allow rats
This nigga's cocha either front
Or that brake or the kickback will
(wheel) , this shit a stroller 'bout that
Hold up this shit is over
'bout that, team full of wild cats
That's Villanova
Yo I could take a bar that your
Man here said and do it colder
I leave you up side with ya inside out
La vida Loca nigga, fuck you mean
But guess what, I like to name my guns too
Ryda whether you like it or not
This one gun named OG
It's more than likely to pop
The other gun named rebuttal
It go right off the top
But the shit at home
Dish Network I set a light
(satellite) at the top this nigga dead
This nigga food
Nobody wanted leftovers but I take it
Your last battle wild basic utter a word
I brought this shit up from a calve
(calf) , but this live stock (livestock)
I'm cal (cow) raising
Whatever nigga scared to mention, I'll say it
Blood on a gun, I gave a cat a gory four
(Category 4) , it was groundbreaking
I got a bar that's gonna have
Yo ass trouble for real
You'll remember this?
"John John, Prez Mafia, double the steel"
Okay Pippen, I kinda like that bar
So I ain't tripping
Juelz and Ryda, they both rock big caps
But they weigh (way) different
A lot of niggas be talking
With no proportioned shit
But, you even gotta pay a price when you die
You heard of coffins, bitch
It's Fuck the World twice, nigga
Seems unfortunate
But, if I'm such a dick, hop off of it
Warning, bitch

I said, nigga
I went from Irving Plazato Survivor Series
And it's your fault
I mean, somethin' gotta give
It was like movin' into a mansion
Just to come right back home to
The room in your mama crib
But they said you wanted a
Killer for your return
Well, now you gettin' just what you asked fo'
BAH! Now a Mafia nigga under
Cover: it's Donnie Brasco!
I know gettin' a W tonight was
Deep up in your plans
But this shit got Mafia lookin' badlike
Lil Cease takin' the stand
I'll kill your mans right in front of you
I had to make sure that he seen that
Now he cryin' in front of the flame
Like Pookie about to relapse!
I stood over the body without a brain
Tell me how is you gon' move?
Even tried to give him a extra
Round: that's Hitman after the 2-on-2
See, I'm your father you get it, son?
You catchin' 100 rounds and then some
'Cause in life and death, he Marvin Gaye
Meanin' your mother might have pushed
You out a box
But the pops puttin' you in one!
So if I call for a gun
Coke, weed, pills, or a body
That's what they better bring
Word to Lauryn Hill video
Everything I need'll
(needle) be in the city:
"Everything Is Everything"
So if your team flossin'
Then I gotta give all y'all coffins
Have Prez front lawn lookin'
Like Olympus Has Fallen
'Cause they said you had the dough
Well, I caught him while he was cheffin'
Then gave him two to the back, I T Top'd him
Let it kickthen brought the same
Kick back: I restocked him! You know
A Prez career only lasts about
Eight yearsif you lucky
So I know your fans concerned for you
'Cause within the last four?
Nigga, you been chokin', gettin' fucked up
Even caught stealin' - red handed so, Prez
Tell us - why would we ever
Want another term from you? Nigga, FUCK you!
You get defensive
Every time they bring up Cor'
Like, "The fans turned on me"
Bitch nigga, boss up!

Typical Prez shit - got into
Wit' a Spanish cat
Now he tryna put his wall up
I was sittin' out for a year
And y'all thought I wouldn't come back
And leave a clean plate?
Should I give him the blade or the gun?
Ehhh - it's 50 50 like a swing state
Nigga, I put in some of my best
Work in wit' this Nina: Larenz Tate!
You know what I figured out?
A lot of y'all ain't want me to make it in
You ain't got respect for me, Prez?
Cool - I gotta take it then
I catch wit' your bitch
It's a headshot for you and your lady friend
I heard he got a son
BOW! Now he gotta grow up
Without Prez like a Canadian!
Do I think you'll squeeze a trigger
My nigga? I quite doubt it
I'll find that inner bitch and snatch
The Young MA, Brat, Queen Latifah
And Aye Verb mother dyke out it!
Ayo, Roc (What up?)
What you tell that lil' nigga Chess?
You ever had to break a bottle
To make a knife out it? (Uh, huh)
You ever look a nigga dead in the eyes
As you take the life out it!?
'Cause last SMACK, nigga
You was a nas-ty victim bad decision
Now I got every bad intention
To make a fast incision had to kill him
One swing - (fft) - now Prez head in
My hand: it's Kathy Griffin!
Your mans got a problem wit' it!?
Then we come back to the block
Reverse Bernie burial: nigga
I'll pull the MAC (Mac) out the box
The crew wit' me
Masked up, firin' metal, we all weldin'
Try to run
And see a BaldHead get kicked out
The crib like he fought Melvin!
I mean, you came in-
You here wit' the new wave
But, you came in wit' Wavy
Oh, that's 'cause they know that I spaz
It was 9 11 all over again
'Cause while I was out here plain
(plane) bombin' on shit
They booked Prez to be in front of the class
I know y'all tired of this nigga
Man, it's kinda like Trump speakin'
So this clip packed full of more
BaldHeads than a monk meetin'!
And when I find you, bitch
You best believe I'mma raise mine up
It's just Ryda
Stuck in "go" mode like the brake line cut
This shit was evident!
I want all mine, fuck a settlement
I'll even come through and steal
From your company: it's embezzlement
You know I like to name my guns
(kiss) This shit was heaven-sent
And since they wanted to
Send you through Maryland (Marilyn)
Monroe gon' be singin' to the President!
It's always niggas like this that wanna
Take it to the next level
Until they gotta see if a doctor
Could raise the bar for you
But the next round is elections, clown
So after this
I might just be doin' your job for you
Round 2

Ay yo, shut the fuck up
You just wanna be seen with
The ones that's hot you're not a gangster
You hang with them so he don't catch the shot
I'll drop that lead, nigga
They won't even see you in the box
Drop Dead Fred
Nigga they won't even believe you in a box
Yo, matter of fact, yo' bitch ass, we
Was supposed to battle a while back
Motherfucker the hype bouncing, time to give
Me my style back, motherfucker
Jaz and Mike, nigga that's his life
He won't be nowhere
Without them motherfuckers
Cuz you clap 'em in a coma
But, I clap him right
Back out that motherfucker you a die
He said why would you clap
Him out of the coma?
Yeah, he looked he alive
I said the shit baffle
I said this kid baffled
I'm rolling up with something
With a big barrel 50 cal, if it jam
I'm throwing the shit at you
This battle, it's nothing but cold asylums
A ward winter (award winner) mac burst
Shit gon' be Shaq birth I'm a born center
(sinner)
Nigga, this is only Prez on a eight
My fault that it's not a ten
But, I'm a gangster, nigga I'll die
Come back and I'll die again fuck you mean
Time

I said I predicted the future!
For two rounds, I been on fire
And showed y'all that this is a
Spot that he wasn't deserving
And I figured it'd be like the
Conspiracy with the $20 bill
'Cause, I show you how to fold Prez
Up and yet leave the building burnin'
But the Goonies came up in this bitch
And gained a following
Shit blew up kinda fast, my nigga
It was astonishing
But, you drop the ball every time
And didn't ask for bigger plates
I find it wild as shit
So what do we have here?
A nigga that named himself Prez that
Complain about all the politics
But, I found out this government y'all
So we got Rydavers' Carlos Barcelona
Okay okay, okay, that ain't your name, okay
But that's what the fuck you look like
And nigga, that's your name today
So I run up on Carlos with a blade in hand
Ready to make an incision
But this still up in the air
I couldn't make a decision
All I needed was this
To leave the scene so drastic
Code name "Innuendo", what that mean?
Nigga, grab the nose and roll up on Prez
(sniff) i picked up QP' habit
I've been fighting my inner demons
And having heart-to heart with devils
I'll spark the metal
One shot'll put P all over the wall
It's the parking level
I got the gun from Ave and I let it off
Straight like that
Rest in peace to Prodigy, but BOW!
I'll put P next to P: it's the PayPal app
Nigga, I'm too cold
In all black like The Secret Service
Peep how I move though
Everybody in Prez' house get held captive
I want the nuke codes and niggas iffy uh
Blicky got got the stiffy uh
Put Prez next to this black bitch
It's Olivia you peep the Scandal?
Nigga, that mean I know when you chilling
Tekashi 6ix9ine, i'll leave a bunch of Blood
In front of the building
So if you think you could
Leave me dead by tomorrow? Come on player
Knock yourself out
I put a bounty on his head like the old Jada
He think 'cause we're in a small area
It's a slim chance of me airing 'em
But one shot or create a lot of
Space in a room like planetariums
That bar was so fire
I catch a body and sell a steel
(steal) like Bonnie' ghostwriter
I said, nigga, you stole 673 deposit's
My nigga no debate try that with my squad
As if we wouldn't send a
Team to come see you, prez
We ain't Golden State so what we got here?
Another chipped-tooth bitch with a death wish
Fuck "is he dead" kick
Or you can tell by how the leg twitch
You could tell that nigga 'bout to
Die from how his neck slit he can't breathe
And it's getting darker for him
As he bleed out
'Cause before he go, Brandon Roy
Derrick Rose: I'm takin' knees ('ese) out
Nigga, you battled Mr wavy, Dre Dennis
Shotgun Suge

I mean, money trash, but damn, homie
Before 'Tez, you was the man, homie
What the fuck happened to you? I mean
You even bounced back after you
Lost all your respect but the irony
'cause dog got caught biting
And put down soon as he got around to a vet
I mean you got drive
But, you let that spic take your keys
And take you along for the ride
Let it would have been me, any time you
Hear about Ryda and Cor' in a van
It's 'cause his body inside
And niggas been stealing my style, naming
Guns since I've been sitting, son
Surley in a battle
We even seen Prez tried to steal them one
Like "new strap, call it the OG"
In that moment I gotta walk up on
Prez like "where'd you get it from?"
Nigga, that Glock mine
And then it got no name until I give it one
Nigga, you in my house
I shoot your son and watch him
Breath over his final breath
So practice safety
'cause you're trying to snap with a line in
A cave only leads to a minor's
(miner's) death i act like your best friend
And then put you in a lose-lose
I'm too smooth, got two tools
Ya head'll get blew through steel, Raheem,
I feel like Bishop with the - I Juice crews
You Fugazi baby and I
Can't deal with imposters
Big rope, get him bound to a chair
Yeah I'm wasting 'em proper
New scope, , look like it came from Un Kasa
Bow! Shit was singing with mafia
Ties like Frank Sinatra but, I'm pussy?
Nigga, you don't think I let the heater bang?
Huh, good
'cause after a headshot the judge'll
Probably think the same
I tried to tell them
I don't get along with these niggas
You put a vet vers' a bitch
I don't belong with these niggas
The churches gon' have to sing a
Slow song for these niggas
Got me asking my partner's like
"the fuck wrong with these niggas?"
Thirty nigga!