LYRIC
Had the fans thinkin' ”Damn, he drunk?”
I wasn’t gonna bring up the fact you was throwin' up
'Cause that just shows you definitely can’t handle Rum
I’m straight to it, nigga jump off and get the side piece
Or walk up, I’ll squeeze three in a row: flight seats
Gun Line King, I’ll put Roc on the body count: Ice-T
But these three rounds for hip hop like YG
We both professionals, but you a pup, under twenty still
So watch me get a body off this pro teen, like it's Muscle Milk
Get cut for real, I’ll empty the clip and bring the razor back
The knife on the K in fact, bayonet
I’ll open the trunk and stuff your bae in that!
He nervous, as soon as that K Shine he’ll break a sweat
I’ll let it sing while you’re just kickin' it, there’s no escapin' that!
Niggas forever hatin', I say fuck it, let ’em hate then
Metal break him, sit him down with the piece like meditation
Two weapons raisin', the .40 chrome and the 9 black
I’ll let one race in the building like segregation
Blowin' heavy smoke
Full clip, one in the hand cocked: Freddie Roach
I’ll let it blow, these live rounds I spit
You either die from one of these or suicide, now just pick
He'd tried to slide out and shit
Leg shot, the kid knees failed, if you wanna die I’ll assist
My whole team we spaz, niggas see me flash
Be cool, killer, I smack new niggas: PG class
You gassed, Nitty spit better, hella witty, shit clever
Your big bro had to die first for this bitch to get set up
You ain’t killin' shit, never
You got simple wit, a slave to my penmanship
Watch me black verse’ a nigga like a Willy Lynch letter
We got into it, his team was trippin'
I said ”Cool, we can get it.”
I turned around, pulled a Calicoe and didn’t see the bitches
Next time you should watch your fuckin' mouth in front of grown folks 'cause shit can get deep, I’m talkin' real deep: Tone Lōc
.45, .357, both smoke
I'm away from home but cookin' on the road: roach coach
I'll make your soul ghost, you don't know who you clashin' wit
Nitty swing one arm in a battle: I’ll do the Canibus!
Then hit a bum with a machine, I’ll do you bad as shit
Your blood will pour on film: Pursuit of Happyness!
They givin' niggas 50K for a battle?
Somebody need to cut me a check, 'cause I done put in work
I feel like I done earned enough of respect
Tell your fam go watch the battle at home
They gone be fuckin' upset
I’ma bring a ladder, give you the final four
They gone wanna cut off the net!
You can’t keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide or I’ll do the job, you decide… kill yourself!
[Round 1: Chess]
Almighty, we still cakin' the fuck up
When this round through wild dudes gone be wakin' the fuck up
This true greatness… Wait! Shit! It's time to clean up
See I'm a New York nigga, they got me battlin' this AZ fuck
You know I ain't tryna start no East Coast–West Coast beef but
But Chess here to leave his back in Cali
See I'ma make it BIG and make it back to the East, yup!
Now that was a bar from Chess
Was it my hardest? Yes
GOT EEM!!! But these nuts, he weak
They (day) get 21 like three weeks
Before I leave him in the sky, boxed
I'll make his nose bleed like the cheap seats
Your past battles seem sweet
But it won't be wrong to give me a clean sweep
Tired of how you not doze off, you makin' me sleep
Give it a rest, listenin' to niggas that he beat
I keep goin', niggas that keep growin' don't reach peaks
Before the clip, a sneak peek
His shirt got a Kool Aid stain and his jeans bleached
BOW, BOW!!! BANG, BANG!!! Waka Flocka, Chief Keef!
Please, let me speak, just listen
For talking out his ass my shit spittin'
BAOW! When I pull it, bullets will stick in him
BAOW! When I'm through wit my can
I remove him by hand, I'm nitpickin'
Let's make a deal: get loco, this 9 fix shins
That was crazy real, stash money, or get left over
Either way I'm tryna save a meal
BOW! Sit cool when I bang the steel
Or get two extra rounds in the back like training wheels
That shotty tucked in the leg…
Nah, that's how I gave DNA the kill
That .380 ill, it got me walkin' better like my ankle healed
Chill… Chess body, sex homi, I came to kill
Headshot, smoke persuader, his brains'll peel
Caps'll open his top, I gave his brain a pill
But gave his face a smile, this heat rainin' now
It ain't safe to grill, chill!
I'm Chess, keep listenin', no sneak dissin'
Speak direct or die wrecked 'cause what I'm pointin' is not to direct
I'll ride out on y'all set
Can Nitty ride back? Yeah but his brains got left like John F's
I'll squeeze and buck it (bucket) like when the mop wet
Nah! I'll plant the shot like a high step
My mindset? Just kill, so my mind set on gettin' him killed
He keep a long toy that'll open pussy… big deal
He gonna bang? Germ freak on the train: he don't grip steel
The shit's real, I'm past cold
He'll get a dot for every button he push like a pass code
Give him slugs, like a boxer with hollow, the mag slow
Leave you hangin' like your shoes when you sag low
The toy lit (toilet) but this shit slidin' out is what his ass hold (asshole)
We used to tap toes, playin' tag, now we tag toes
AK's with the bananas out, air him out
It look like we made this fag […]
We got mad bros and they light up your fitted
That's a gun to his cap yo
But I'm the nigga with the mask though
One of his niggas'll die, left him shitty in a bag yo
Nitty survived but now he's shittin' in a bag though
That's O.D. nigga, see how I come at you?
If he rap, I unravel
Them two straps still hold two straps, my guns bag you
Fours in both hands like a Rum battle
I'm dumb mad you didn't kill yourself with it
We're in the W, right? Well he takin' an L with him
Married to my gun, engaged to this gauge
Fuck a ring, I put a shell in it
Midnight, afternoon, we can get him any time
11:59 and have the 12 hit him
Or break his jaw, have him speakin' through glass like a jail visit
Then point at his head like, "They'll get it."
See time to make y'all think
Knowledge take you a long way, I let his brains fly deep
The headshot was unreal like a fake ID
My gorillas catch him whippin' it, they pop three
Let it clap so when the monkeys on his back bullets HIV
Before you stepped to a king, you shoulda played with the pawns
"Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide…"
BAOW! You was takin' too long!
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
My nigga, I am not DNA
Fuckin' with me you gone receive a bag
I mean he did kill Eric right (Wright)? That was an Eazy pass
My niggas told me fuck you up, bring the bags
So trust me I won't go light on the cakes… like Pinky ass
I been dope since yay high, sound like a 'cane addiction
It'll be enticin' to put a bird on his roof, it ain't a pigeon
They say "Chess not the one to play with, he way too different."
But I look at you and still see food: Jameis Winston
I came to lay down the murder game, shit will get tragic
Think Paid in Full 'cause soon as the cam roll up on you
You gettin' killed in Traffic
You don't want to see that side of me, get clapped tryin' me
My goons react violently
Make a nigga retire from this Pat Riley MAC90 Heat
You can say I rep two squads, that's fine to me
But say I jump ship and I steal Chess: that's piracy
Try and see and I pick you off the set with a hot one
Tall T 'cause I'm liftin' up Chess with a shotgun
I say this nigga nice but he's dyin' today, I am not for play
After school, my lil goons follow you right where you say
Hit your doorbell *ding dong* then hit your side with a blade
Thin Line Between Love and Hate
They'll open the door and see a knife in a Cake
We not too far from South Central, I hope you brought you one
My goons shoot, two deuce deuces
Pointed at Chess like Bobby Johnson's son
But this 12-gauge tops 'em all
I'll give your man Chess the Willie Manchester
To show you that my shotgun off the wall
This big can for icin' Cakes: it ain't Betty Crocker
It'll have you reekin' on the stage like Sara Kana
Don't want your death on cam, then you should ask ya partner
You better book before the film: that's Harry Potter
But if I bring a toolie you stuck, put two in your gut
Watch me Buck this .50 like when G-Unit broke up
We coulda battled on the rooftop, you woulda jumped
So if a nigga don't suicide, I ain't doin' enough
'Cause classics, they do nothin' for my status, I gotta live off homis
Active puncher, acupuncture: my career depends on bodies
Try me, but they say he lookin' for a fight
I don't care, a line (Caroline) will have you lookin' to the light
If I pull it then goodnight
Two shots come with that
Think 2Pac stomach tat: a thug'll get a bullet in his life
They got me 'gainst the Baby Boy, the young muhfucka
Well I show your bitch the guns and but her (butter)
You lil' dumb muhfucka!
I keep the tool, every nigga in my team'll shoot
If war end in peace with you if I bring the piece to you
Fuck it, bring the heater through
12-gauge pump on Chess like CPR—and you gone need 'em too!
You can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… kill yourself!
[Round 2: Chess]
Nitty gone say, "I'm a man, you a child
He ain't in NY, he prolly scared of this town."
Yo, calm down, I hold my ground like a handful of towels
My circle up, you just standin' around
This bitch real nasty, let me translate it now
I keep a ratchet, that shit draws (drawers) like the panties is brown
Ewww, it's like the fans gettin' loud
Shit heavy, I hold it down
But it can show you how to handle a crowd
He get lifted, you want a man off the ground?
Big bang, his wig missin' Juwanna Man of the […]
If I reload a mag I come to lad
So the (soda) ad will show him how I open a can wit a smile
It's obvious, someone ill will be on some other shit
You know, fuck slowin' it down, speed it up, I'ma smoother shit
Well let's see if he can stomach this
Baby literally on some other (mother) shit
Get this corn nailed, POW, well (Cornell Powell) it's his government
He'll get fourth from the .30 like 26
Like you ain't have a chance to breathe before you wanna win
You got heat in store, […] when you leave the store, come again
Bar heavy, jail bird how I love the pen
God, I don't really wanna sin
But a box is what these fake niggas want us in
With a suit and tie, no suit and tie but I came wit a vest
As far as the blazer, I tuck it in
Who the fuck is him? {slight choke}
I don't think he even a lil' ready
Red beat him, it's me wit one eye like lil Fetty
A Trap Queens are for gwap, for a lil fetty
Red tops, Nit,' ya bitch read over the cakes like Little Debbie
For free I can get him hit, get caught wit no charge
In a sense he's sent home after the hammers bang like he innocent
Check, get caught wit 21 for tryna be in the mix again
Miss shots, nigga I take bets like I hit the rim
Scratch that, we shootin' rec centers like we in a gym
Then hit Nit' again
Now the elders sewin' his body, his grandmother'll never knit again
Rookie who? Chess really a vet
His worst faults, one promise worth more than a million threats
Chess givin' him death
I keep a ladder dawg, hang it up like Fresh killin' his pet
And his girl give me the neck, straight face like a serious text
And these serious TECs
I let it ring in one ear at a time like a listening test
Leave this cat's torso missin', it's no kiddin' (kitten) wit' Chess
[…] named Nitty the best
I bug out where you cook like ya kitchen a mess
See a bitch in the back and I wig
Put a bullet in her back of her wig, I left the kitchen a mess
Nigga this Chess, you ain't hurtin' me
Takin' mine (mind)? Cut it out: that's brain surgery
Bullets goin' in and out of homes, it ain't burglary
Little grip, the shit this man will pull light (polite), it ain't courtesy
To keep it a rack, I'm on a thousand, see that bar was worth a G
But this next one, worth millions
Try to house a god, I hold these (holy) cross his roof like church buildings
Chess a different god, I be wildin' over the book
Like when the reverend gettin' live
I'm the truth with this heat, they say the devil is a lie
We're here to pray, to Heaven where he rise
Masked up, send him to God, this a blessin' in disguise (the skies)
You can't keep it real yourself
Suicide, if I still see you alive, the second did the job nigga
Cake life!
Punishment, this what you get, my style not for play
Trigger happy, I empty every round in the trey
We stretchin' you, THC edible
I'm tryna dump half the pound in the cake
But you? You gone make me get the Uzi out the Charger
Wanna die, I can line you up a box, like Boosie at the barber
I'll pistol whip a nigga jaw with the Ruger if he start us
Or the steel crack in ya mouth like Pookie in the Carter
I'm not the one to aggravate
Two 4's gettin' at him, both bitches clappin': patty Cake
Until a motherfucker R.I.P., I won't let it rest
I'll let 20 buck and put money up like I set a bet
Tell a nigga, if he cherish his bitch then protect her neck
'Cause if I can't get you, I'll send the Goonies after anything you treasure Chess (chest)
Niggas know not to play with my team
They keep tellin' me, "Chess cold," bitch I already vaporized Steams
But they got me on my "fuck 'em all" shit, thump a long clip
Get it poppin', get anybody I come across hit
You ain't dustin' off shit
Bang what? You was dead drunk off of a cup, I'll lay you flat Chess (chest), I'm not the one to brawl (wonder bra) wit
I unload sixteen shots
That'll Mos Def make a Cake book like 16 Blocks
War lord, throw ya ass four four
I'm pullin' out somethin' wit a body on it: that's a morgue drawer
He said he gone smoke me after the battle
What you think I ignore him for?
'Cause he won't give me a pound after he lose: that's a poor sport
I black, go over heads most times when I rap
I just hope people on the 'net catch it: that's side racks
9 clap, I'm 'bout to send you to the pearly gates, perfect order
I'll make him eat the mil' (meal) first and then dessert a Cake
All bars, I made it in this bitch wit no co-sign
We a few deep, but all my niggas trip when it's go-time
I'll present wrap the strap then hit ya crib on my own time
No tight grudge, I'm Ike Love, I brought a gift and the whole 9
You 'bout to turn 18 […], right?
I'll catch you while you celebratin', everybody get the knife
But since it's your birthday Cake, you should get the biggest slice
Real shit, you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… kill yourself! [Round 3: Chess] Nitty got bars, and he holdin' weight wit it
So this Warrior on his head like a Golden State fitted
Pay homage or my homies visit to ya home and paint kitchens
Loud pop like when you come home he stay bitchin'
Clumsy nigga, I let it go if they trippin'
Stay whippin', it's that trey five in L.A. like I'm holdin' Blake Griffin
Oh no, if they missin' the point
C.P. will be golden, the trey clipped him
If they mention him winnin' any round
I come with my circle in the round, hit him now [Steams] Deuce deuce and the four four [Chess] Any round, we gettin' down to the Nitty gritty
If I'm gettin' gritty, Nitty down
And when he done spittin' rounds, don't let him leave
Get him before he run out like Smack say, "Get ya tickets now!"
Look at him, feelin' sour
'Cause we leave him stinkin' in a bag like sticky loud
You gettin' loud? Calm it down son (sun)
This nigga scary, Heliocentric Theory
I'll plan it (planet) to keep a revolver around son (sun)
This boy… this boy is done dude, my bars over the top
I'm raw, you Rum bull
I mean this might hurt
We dumb electric, my Con Ed nigga that's light work
Nah, Tay Roc at his job nigga: that's light work
But he Cave Gang, how the fuck he light at light work?
I'll finish him wit a clean round nigga: that's light work
We seen pounds, he got light work
Holla at me if you like purp
My numbers on tee like a jersey over a white shirt
This finger will get him wet
If I reach it's leadin' to a box like a hand up ya wife skirt
In other words, this bitch might squirt
Anywhere, the clips spit different like it's diverse
Picture two of ya family members in the trap
Who you lettin' die first?
Ya mom hangin', ya son drownin', will you cut the rope or die first?
The fact that you gotta decide hurt
And you think you fucked
Stop thinkin', I'll blow out ya mind before you make it up
You got a trap queen? I trap queens, get ya lady stuck
Statutory rape but ya baby fucked
Before I kill her, I'll prolly get ya baby fucked
Shove my balls all in her mouth, nigga everything she sayin' nuts
Pussy, he say he tough, but I think he a fraud
Fuck bars, let me speak to this boy
You bring heat for this war?
Motherfucker, I don't believe you at all
Bitch you look like you speak to the law
I'll drag you up, beat you and all
Stomp you six feet through the floor
And ya brother gotta speak to the Lord
Punch ya teeth through his jaw
Make him have to eat through a straw
He got wild clips, down six, I took treys to even the score
That .44 in the holster: that's the leash on the dawg
Real shit though, you wanna tussle? This boy'll crush you
From two feet it ring out: Royal Rumble
I clap and trap, applaud the hustle
You fell in ya blood, the joint will touch you
Woody jealous of Buzz
I know you hate the thought of a toy above you
If that don't work out, this man from the X a size (exercise) him up if we talkin' muscles
Wait, who in here think he the nigga?
That's not the case, I'm just tryna make him see it nigga
See the meaner niggas like me got a different demeanor nigga
Not only do they say it, they mean it nigga
I'm reachin' nigga, nah, no drug bars, that's T-Top, he the nigga
But I'll get the Bear to heat a nigga
Let off a shell Top, the lines I kick ain't Adidas nigga
His raps all wack, which makes me black on cats like Sabrina nigga
Go through the front door when you creepin' nigga
Please, that's the oldest way in like Keenan nigga
He played a Crip […] you never seen a nigga
In the hood D don't show his face like the reaper nigga
I give him the pound like when you greet a nigga
Then give him seconds like a greedy nigga
Half of 300 for a verse, translation: a buck 50 for ya features nigga
If his girl wit him, I split his earth like the world ended
He spend on her so she twirl wit him
And drop witchu, what I pop at you
He'll get smoked over the chicken like a hot sizzle
Let off five, six hittin' the floor like I dropped nickles
Or I'll stick him for the ice like a Popsicle
Or let one of my guys get you 'til somebody attack
They'll find ya head without a body attached
BAH! A clean shot make the body collapse
Cake life!
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