lirik lagu straight drop battle league - rum nitty vs. snake eyez
[round 1: snake eyez]
i said i didn’t ask for this sh~t
you could get left in a vegetable state where yo’ cabbage gets split
the ‘matic will rip
and since you the alien, when they find yo’ body it’s just gon’ be static and glitch
my raps is intense n~gga
i told mack mel
keep the strap in the timbos at auntie’s cookouts
i ain’t tryin’ to make the fam’ hot
and i done reached for the ankle more ken shamrock
i’m still on
and what’s different with duke?
you gonna come on my block rum and start mentioning who?
i’ll cl!ck it and shoot
you gon’ hear all them toy story’s ’bout how snake went to the boot
i ain’t never duckin’
how you flex is nothin’
march 9th i made no cut cause i got heavy substance
if somethin’ fly out from the chop, yo’ head is bustin’
your drac (drake) features come with a k. dot; poetic justice
straight drop n~gga
straight drop, you on the block, fresh endors~m~nt
geechi gotti put on for the west how we never saw it
hitman holla one of the best, it ain’t just for talkin’
long as mook and lux around, he less important
that goat sh~t clearly ain’t in your genes, you jeffery jordan
it’s my turn again, i got the word on slim
who said this bird gon’ win?
i’m on that old smack era, i can’t learn from him
beam on the strap, watch me put work in
i got a laser for the alien like earthworm jim
you gonna get smoked n~gga
in my city bro, i seen many go
they slipped you coke?
i paid a grip for the grip, take some mental notes
i can sense you broke
n~gga the glock like a roc nation brunch, it’s an extensive toast
pistol blow n~gga
stay alert
i’m a harlem n~gga, let me show you the way it work
it say “80’s baby” in bold letters on my date of birth
i’ll have rex smack you, but to make it worse
i can put shine on your neck just like jalen hurts
face the dirt, little corny hoe
this your warnin’ though
gon’ be a memorial
heard your mom got a job at the glory hole
we famous for the fdr job but he don’t know how the story go
he can still get blocked in traffic, so don’t ever think shawty lo
any target we sparkin’
we father the farthest
ain’t no audible callin’
if he stallin’ we swarm him
stupid n~gga, if you get caught off guard up in harlem
alien better have that strap like marvin the martian
we in brooklyn though
we sense a rookie? i meant to boogie
if i catch you at a deli in my hood, i send this p~ssy
this clip for bullies
n~gga ya hat fly by the canned sodas
but his body drop by the linden cookies
that’s so greasy
how we can in them trucks
n~gga the toolie is tucked if i’m shootin’ then duck
i’m talkin’ a clip, i hit nit’ wit’ (nitwit) you stupid as f~ck
you ain’t no gun bar king n~gga
you ain’t no tec gripper
ya wifey a head giver
be outside with the bread winners
in the hooptie with the legs finished
just know if you see eyez (eyes) roll back, you’se a dead n~gga
you comfortable, right?
here’s some f~ckin’ advice
i don’t care if you with the love of your life
cornell, if the pump is in sight
you better take off faster than a mexican runnin’ from ice
i don’t stall on the mic
he talkin’ ’bout he a dawg, i see a fraud
ain’t no sh~t we ain’t seen before
let the nina talk
sh~lls hit his back but come out the alien chest like a zenomorph
what you fiendin’ for?
shoutout bag & bodies my brand you can’t bad mouth
hitman had us on the cash route
my fight with bad newz turned that mansion to a mad house
so you should know by now, i’m paul walker, i’m most famous for the crash out
i spaz out
you ol’ wal~mart workin’ ass n~gga
how you gonna come stunt?
f~ckin’ with me, you gotta be dumb drunk
n~gga my path gon’ change
cash cobain, f~ck around and get rum punched
you gots to be kiddin’ me
f~ck that positive livin’
t~top sent the deposit i’m driven
mac get to spittin’
don julio and popeyes, he ain’t expect these shots with the chicken
my mind is encrypted
these are the type of n~ggas we call divas
my n~ggas be trappin’ in the hood, we all dreamers
i know fiends who sold they soul to the rock just like john cena
one round down man, it’s unfortunate though
just remember my name snake, gotta shed skin in order to grow
[round 1: rum nitty]
y’all know he won’t survive
they gon’ mourn you at your funeral service, your folks gon’ cry
with they emotions high
big ass obituary picture, and bro was fly
he had a fresh tee, stacked jeans and dunks on
they really turned you into a poster eyez (posturize)
don’t reply
i don’t even like yo’ raps
you battled j2 in the gay capitol, and almost got fried in that
laid in chalk, you died in fact
they said he outlined snake in the a like the diamondbacks
is this some kind of cap?
where you get all this i’ma~beat~a~n~gga~ass cap from?
in the fight between you and newz, he had this man packed up
you ain’t tagged fam’ once
but you would lie
i heard he socked you in the good eye and bad won (one)
where ya hands at cuz?
you lost certainly
you was in there tryin’ to be funny and got dropped urgently
all cause he tried to crack on newz (news) like ron burgundy
i’ll murder him
i would’ve made my move
went outside campin’ with like 80 dudes wavin’ tools
sittin’ patient
prepared to get bad newz, like the waitin’ room
i hate to break it to him, but you be gettin’ tortured
you lost yo’ sh~t in a prison riot, it was grizzly for him
he had a missin’ organ
he went to war then had to turn around and buy an eye (i) like the wheel of fortune
sh~t get gory
play and see, i’ll raise the heat
ain’t nothin’ i said make believe
i said, “buy an i like wheel of fortune
that’s a vowel, but you ended up on a&e
raise the heat
pistol whip
recognize features, like face id
we move dangerously
more violent
i don’t care if it’s christopher keys, snake eyez or box office, the boy dyin’
we for sure slidin’
the first place we pullin’ up at, box office doorstep, like a porch pirate
that’s more like it
somebody tell him we not the same
we stomp on sh~t, we a party crip [?] is tryin’ to hang
i could send the piru’s to stretch him, it’s not a game
they gon’ say, “blood, shot eyez (eyes)” like glaucoma, and left him in chronic pain
dawg a lame, you ain’t on none
not the type that’ll go back and forth witchu, i won’t front
i’m done arguing, i made my piece, it’s a ghost gun
i’ll smoke some
but he’s straight p~ssy
they was gonna k!ll you over them calvin klein’s
on the late cookie
spray fullies
you put calvin and almost died, you a boogie
but aye look it
i think we need to get him help
he got choked up on cam’
jumped on cam’, they stripped his belt
did prison time, he lost an eye, he like, “this real h~ll.”
he probably hates bein’ him, be wantin’ to k!ll hisself
snake not even comfortable in his own skin, he should peel hisself
and you can’t keep it real yourself…
[round 2: snake eyez]
n~gga thinkin’ we really care
these n~ggas weird
they say my name then i easily appear
remember what y’all see in a year
i put my men in black and wherever the alien at we meetin’ ’em there
i be knowin’ when it’s time
you know my bars age just like rum’s you know, potent and refined
you take a sip of my kind of wisdom, you get drunk with every line
if i tell you i wanna battle, then n~gga that’s how the story go
i promise you my w’s ain’t cap, i’m not wario
this is my year
n~gga they callin’ you god tier?
you don’t give me the vibe of no hustler you finna die here
you ain’t never had to eat off the arm like a baby in a high chair
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