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lirik lagu urltv - nu jerzey twork vs. loso

[round 1: nu jerzey twork]
i shook his pride!
like, “twork comin’. look alive.”
he died with his eyes wide open, the n~gga look alive
it’s time, shorty
all eyes on him
you gonna get up here, and instead of givin’ god glory
you gonna try and tell my story
tell these people all my sins
and turn around and ask, “what would jesus do?”
die for it
slide on him, then walk away
you won’t even get to judgement day for an arbitrate
if god took everything from job, we gon’ see how much y’all can take
let’s see if you still live and die by the fathеr like marvin g~ye
i’mma spark the ‘k
just drop thе location
jesus and guns, you do a lot, just not on occasion
and blasphemy is something he is not gonna play with
so let me get back from him
cause god gonna strike him down and i do not wanna face it
get at least 15 feet from the sinner (center): it’s shotgun formation
what is your goal here in fact?
if you wasn’t a christian battler, i wouldn’t mind all this chrome in ya rap
but you can’t bring people to god with showin’ ’em that
they like, “jesus? i ain’t goin’ to jesus. they just like us holdin’ up str~”
there’s a n~gga right now doin’ fed time for drug charges, you could’ve showed him the path
he never seen jesus turn water to wine
he seen his daddy turn coke into crack!
you bogus for that
on the son of god, you’se a son of a b~tch
we got carlos…juan…bedoya
the n~gga with imaginary gun bars he keep runnin’ wit’ the sh~t
alright, let me try it out
i got imaginary gun bars, i put 100 in the clip
and put juan da (wanda) syke, ain’t nothin’ funny about this b~tch
i’mma run up in ya sh~t
if i grab the k you gettin’ shot
i’m talkin’ spongebob, pat~
you can have that imagination in a box
i’ma pop, drop, squeeze a glock
it’ll be a mess
¡descansar en paz!
in peace you rest
dear god, jesus, i know he’s a backslider, he turned from ya grace
but this spanish n~gga keeps seeking death
and one body part will get y’all back together
(~chk~chk~) the rican neck! (reconnect)
i’ma squeeze the tec
hop out, squeezin’ the drum
ak, pop rah~rah
sounds like i’m speakin’ in tongues
slide down, bigga .9, i was a fool with that chrome
nah, nah, nah, little .9, i was a fool with that chrome
i f~cked around and sold that pipe, but the deuce bigga, lo’! (deuce bigalow)
i’m bangin’ somethin’
you better get jesus on the main line or get slain in public
he keep seein’ the .357
you better at least know your angel number
you’ll get slain for nothin’
it’s gon’ be pain and sufferin’
i’ll line this n~gga, slide past the crib, he don’t even know who drivin’ in it
i swear to god you’ll never see inside what’s driven
until the windows roll down then you see the .9 i’m grippin’
and the bible says you can’t serve two masters, so i guess i’m a sinner
cause yes i’m a christian, but my tints are all 5%ers
line this n~gga
i’ll be honest with him
f~ck this christian!
you’se a sucka christian
a busta christian
a don’t do nothin’ if i touch you christian!
i’m strapped in!!!!
i’ll clap you in a coma!
madness! i could snap at any moment!
i’m a livewire, too!
.9 might shoot
you think i’m less of a christian ’cause i’m not a christian battler?
i’mma slide right through!
of course i still walk by faith…
and sometimes i drive by too!
jersey
[round 1: loso]

[round 2: nu jerzey twork]
whatchu got? coffee on ya team?
what? that b~tch under you?
you gon’ make me put you and coffee in a box; get comfortable
let’s get into these facts from the source
you know url had to set up this match up of course
but let’s go back further before smack was the source
you talk about me chokin’ and losin’ battles
but i recall brizz rawsteen beatin’ the jesus out you, you got actually torched
then benched so long the fans didn’t even want to see you back on the court
you took more backlash than django, that was the first time we seen someone black on the horse
everything you do is inadequate
i done been with you, in clubs on sat~rday nights, p~ssed drunk, cussin’ up a storm
facts! watch you go to church, on sunday, let’s lose this actin’ sh~t
let’s talk about what you do on smack and sh~t
when you on this stage it’s “raise heaters”
when you go to church it’s “praise jesus”, dependin’ on who you rappin’ with
then you come over here, you got guns you be shootin’ ladders quick
then you go to church it’s “raise the dead” like you would do the lazarus
i’m tryin’ to tell you, you disgrace god cause when you use this ratchet sh~t
it’s no room for the father and son like the pursuit of happyness
i’ll clap this b~tch
you get murdered for that
the bible speaks on the full body armor of god
right?
and the words are exact
the helmet is salvation
the shield the faith
you put on the breast plate of righteousness i’m burnin’ ya back
shotgun, 30 will clap
but i can’t leave my pump behind, like cinderella after 12:00
cause all these horse’s gon’ turn into rats
i’ma clap
tell saga, “son’s sweet”
you can tell a. ward i dump heat
you can tell that n~gga street hymns…well he don’t want beef
he gon’ try to pull out the book of jonah, but my funk’s deep
and you know god let jonah heal (hill), i’ma have at least (21 jump street)
dump heat
see fam’ bleed, revolver, like the old testament, antique
can’s squeeze
you gon’ tell me, “no weapon formed against me shall prosper”…man please
if i pull out this .40, horses runnin’, it’ll be stampede
shotgun, my ops get slumped
glock’ll dump
you give me the scott hall or the scott steiner, i’ma pop a pump
i’m strapped in!!!
i’ll clap you in a coma!
madness!
(i could snap at any moment!)
i’ll put a k!llin’ on this clown
if i gotta come to that crooked ass church, i’m dealin’ (dylann) with this now
the pastor hit, the usher hit, even the children runnin’ round
even the deacon struck (deconstruct) the whole building coming down!
you get more out the clip
this hors~m~n chasin’ me so long i got a cult (colt) followin’
loso, before you ever stand on ya pride with me, n~gga you’ll swallow it
i’ll take the horse’s t~~th out his mouth, like george washington
i’ll pop this b~tch
i’ll take ya life if you try twork
the four hors~m~n jump in, there’s he~rs~s right at my mom church
this n~gga a. ward try me, i’ma grab the pipe and the .9 burst
you know how this four brother sh~t go, the white one die first!
[a. ward] that’s why you duckin’ me
[nu jerzey twork] shut the f~ck up!
[a. ward] that’s why you duckin’ me! that’s why you duckin’ me!

[nu jerzey twork]
the white one dies first…

{twork looks at a. ward and smiles. a. ward hands twork a bottle of water. twork drinks, gives the bottle back to a. ward and they shake hands.}

[nu jerzey twork]
the white one dies first
skuuuurt
i’ma show you what a thug ’bout
don’t you got a battle with a n~gga named “tubbs” after me?
guns out
won’t be seeing the reverend in (and) the tub (tubbs) no mo’; run’s house
i’ma put a ruger to ya head and use it
you talkin’ down on me like your group got the better movement
talkin’ ’bout the bloods, but the ‘ru’s will get it wet up [?] sh~t
(whoop whoop)
do you want a revolution?!
jersey!

[round 2: loso]

[round 3: nu jerzey twork]
let’s bless the room
{blade swipe to loso’s torso}
let’s cut the bull
nah, nah, nah i’m f~ckin’ witchu
i was really supposed to battle a. ward, you was the substitute
but i know you gave him some of them lines so f~ck ya group
in the bible, moses had a speech impediment, and his brother aaron had to write for him, that become the truth
cause now your brother aaron gotta~ okay it’s nothin’ new
up the tool
{twork points to a. ward} his name aaron

up the tool
you a heathen and you know it
you even had me fooled, had me believin’ for a moment
but you gon’ end up in the same h~ll that you condemn these sinners to, no matter what you speakin’ in ya slogan
you said you got, “charisma, punches and a flow that’s~ cold.”
and you gon’ need it where you goin’
let’s bring the word to this scrub
he talk about me bein’ piru
but in the first plague even god turned the water to blo~
don’t try it with him
we got the n~gga from bullpen over bull shhh, but he loud wit’ his pen
in the fifth plague god k!lled all the live stock and here go some bulls dyin’ again
you loud witcha pen
you comply with ya sin
this ain’t god you reppin’, you not a reverend
you got the whole book upside down; george bush at 9/11
i slide with weapons, i’m talkin’ larkin come out
cause this the same n~gga called me like, “john john tryin’ to only give me $400 and take 20%”
look how you talk to me now?
i told you back then, smack had to pay me racks and there ain’t no talkin’ me down
you’ve been sinnin’ since the beginnin’, even every commandment start with a “thou'”
i’m walkin’ him down…

{twork goes over to jb to get his mic fixed on his collar}
you better not use no wire reb~ttals like that other thing

i’m walkin’ him down, you got’s to wear it
a regular testimony won’t get my sympathy, i’m not for carin’
you need my respect and you will earn it, i don’t care what this prophet (profit) sharin’
y’all need to stop comparin’, cause he can’t f~ck wit’ me
neither can the four hors~m~n, they all f~ckin’ sweet
tell me what the hors~m~n did in the bible; nothin’ meek
jesus went to jerusalem on a donkey, so if he didn’t need a horse, then why the f~ck should we?
i’ma up the piece

{cut’s his round short}

jersey

[round 3: loso]

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