lirik lagu urltv - x-factor vs. jerry wess
[round 2: jerry wess]
we got another romeo home with his juliette, it ain’t safe there
if a shot go beyond there beyond window break- i’m quotin’ shakespeare
told my bro, let me borrow his gun, take mines
cause his got some range and he live up the block so we ain’t have to meet on wall street for stock exchange
i ain’t even take that serious
the whole point is to see if he don’t slack
he take too long to use the mac, i pull a tom’ out then the screen go black
what kinda (wakanda) challenge is he?
whatever problem i got the glock answer
new tec (tech), kept it a secret for years, i’m black panther
ya dawg finna got her mouth blown off
was told, “soon as she curl bang her (banger)”
she in the er with her sh-t open, now the doc’s sealin’ (seal in) her face like a seaworld trainer
you’ll be on lsd and meth, tryin’ to bag gothic chicks, dumb high
he look like he be on shrooms and look like he tell b-tches “don’t worry. ha, i’m a fun guy (fungi).”
you ain’t got hands, watch out for that one/two or lose wit’ it
like it or not, he gonna have to try to duck like a food critic
back in the day, i caught a few jooks, but realized it wasn’t the right thing
on a dark night (dark knight) i could’ve got them (gotham)
and n-gg-s know i used to be robbin’ (robin) like nightwing
now, i was gonna do this for a favor, until we discussed finances
why smack gon’ stand there stuntin’
asked, “how much i’m gettin?” he said, “x amount.”
according to his stock that’s…d-mn near nothin’
you wanted this wreck here homie, actin’ like you helpin’ me
son gotta be a fraud
how he the legend helpin’ me and we d-mn near bottom of the card
old n-gg-, after old- okay y’all gotta stop, this sh-t might go outta style
spoiler alert, head ice is makin’ his return…and i might as well start writin’ for him now
the newspaper read, “man choked to death.”
but i doubt anybody care for it
he couldn’t breathe, bad taste in music, he didn’t have the ear (air) for it
he a legend, so why would i envy him?
never mind
(nah, spell it out)
word, cause if i envy ’em (nvm); never mind
i’ll stop you dead in ya tracks
take that l, hold, floss it
with two r’s on the side of x; railroad crossing
he from detroit, but he ain’t like that, tell me how’s the n-gg- tough?
just because he been hittin’ the gym don’t mean x’ll size (exercise) a n-gg- up
don’t get it twist b-tch, cause i’m the calm type
a n-gg- could be suge size and lebron height
brush me the wrong way homie and it’s on sight
i’ll even go crazy over a lil’ b-mp like it’s prom night
if that sh-t hit his chest, he ain’t gettin’ up
n-gg-s thinkin’ they f-ckin’ wit’ the squad, they better step it up
two guns, goin’ for the overk!ll, i ain’t lettin’ up
first unload wit’ the pound, then the deuce wavin’
look like swat team when they settin’ up
stealth mode, i shoot him while his back is turned, his death is cold
{gun clicks}
he heard the burner but ain’t see the flame; electric stove
never let a hoe play me, i get money, i don’t know what this lie about
f-ck b-tches i’m in the club turnin’ hoes (hose) down like i put a fire out
shotgun, blow you to pieces, he had a bad game
very clear, crime scene like a shot chart, zero for 30, x everywhere
the only way outta this is suicide, or get carved in two bruh
or i make him cut himself, cause barber chargin’ too much
these semi-autos, feel like mathematics
wait, math matics, it’s makin’ sense (cents)
i had to put x between a deuce and a trey then gave him six
(a little creative. two x three is six)
your shorty booked a flight to see me, you salty, you have to be son
soon as ya baby mother land (motherland) i’m bangin’ between her legs; african drum
this n-gg- set up shop in detroit, i’m in there waitin’ to send him to the next life
soon as he get in the trap i i let it go like white people when they catch mice
whoever wit’ him gettin’ robbed
shame i had to do another one sad
your father with you then ya pops gettin’ mugged; #1 dad
ya friends? catch a shot by -ssociation wit’ a sig’ drawn
yeah i ‘walk it like i talk it’ and all ya migos gettin’ wigged on
i kick in ya do’, mo’ times than franchise
you know i’m shootin’, if ya family hide i’m puttin’ somethin’ in they skull for stoopin’
there’s no n-gg-s left in the house, still spazzin’ i know i’m losin’ it
walk in the baby room
(yeah, k!ll x seed (exceed))
nah, that’s over doin’ it
air shot, the kick dead, ask pep n-body notice y’all
told me to throw sig’s (cigs) at you, my team keep it a 100 like golden squad
i’m tired of the hate, like i can’t rap
f-ck these lame b-ms, tell ’em i’m one of the greats
and don’t be afraid to add midwest (admit wess) like where you came from
y’all n-gg-s must be on some kind on some kind yay’ (‘ye) thinkin’ i would play wit’ him
after this y’all never look at wess (west) the same i’m makin’ the url great again
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