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black ice cartel - rum nitty vs. killa b lyrics

[round 1: k!lla b]
this n+gga said he grabbed the nose runnin’, he comin’ down with somethin’
that bar was hot for a moment
then i thought for a moment
he only grab the nose runnin’, i’m way more sick
i’m walkin’ ’em on ya (ammonia)
f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
n+gga this is my city, you must be stupid as they come
empty the clip
i said, “ammonia” cause i flew it (fluid) in his lungs
is you dumb?
we smokin’ dead ops, i couldn’t get it more blunt
i’m leavin’ with rum in (and) a pack of woods like a liquor store run
i’m that n+gga
no back and forth over the ‘net, that’s bad mitten
f+ck rum, i’m more like crown royal, in my bad with it
the lead’ll disperse
ya feet in the air, ya head in the dirt
get a hospital bed
rum nitty bеtter hope the mеdicine work
get put in the er, now rn, need a registered nurse
n+gga, you gonna get this work n+gga
cause he claim crip but he ain’t a shot caller or a playmaker
n+gga, you a battle rapper
what? you got jumped in ya gang with a couple makers?
little dirty n+gga, gang banger
i’m the boss type, a game changer
type to put on a tailor suit and whip an ounce with the same hanger
it’s gangsta
track star, i grew up around murders and sh+t
i lived in yo’ city for five years, i never seen or heard of ya strip
i only heard you work at wal+mart and weren’t servin’ for sh+t
he rhymed ’bout sesame street he got a big bird in the whip
n+gga i touched kilograms, no little man
i used the middle man for the bigger man
went from three grams of h to the izo like jigga man
pushed the jiggerman
every color of the rainbow look like a skittle bag
still i’ll pop somethin’, neck shot, blue (blew) colors, i’m from the middle class
violated [?] cause he supposed to be the gun bar king, but i don’t think that’s somethin’ official
you take pictures with guns, i caught cases with ’em, two different government issues
i’m talkin’ assault rifles, but those charges?
the d.a. still tryin’ to make ’em stick
so i’ma zip my lines, while he try to be gun bar king, i’m worried about the prints (prince)
i’m convinced, i’ll put nitty in a coma, cold as an ice pack
he on life support, the tryin’ to preserve a vegetable, he need a life hack
i might snap, with tools blammin’
crescent moons when i shoot cannons
when i see an alien, i’m a kneel (neil) with my arm strong (armstrong) while the moon landin’
what we doin’ rum? i’m gangsta and i rap good, that’s a two on one
so whoever think he gettin’ higher than me off of these lines, might be doin’ one
the best example of a p+ssy ass n+gga? you doin’ one
like an alcoholic that switched over to henny, i’m through wit’ rum
time
[round 1: rum nitty]
y’all gon’ need every line, every bar
you barkin’ up the wrong tree
for your bro it’s a wrap
should i put the piece to b(e) or not to b(e)?
then the pole would’ve clapped
this is a dog eat dog world, you know that’s a fact
i’m talkin’ k!ll or be (k!lla b) k!lled, and you can quote me on that
you finna go in a bag
this the last time, i keep heat
lead fillin’ up the d.e. like a scantron
i can smoke you if i freestyle, i can’t lie
i’ll get in the cage and go off the top, like mankind
ya man dyin’, gettin’ k!lled in this b+tch
i’ll punch you all across the cage, you gettin’ k!lled in this b+tch
back you into the corner, he squealin’ and sh+t
we don’t know if he wanna continue or to not cause he still on the fence
i’m still finna trip
put an end to him, i’m talkin’ “finish him”
it was over as soon as the coin tossed like [?]
he actin’ like he really him
so i get on his case, and k!lla (k!ller) acquitted; like george zimmerman
this the end, the k!ll part
they asked me if i’m going to write different cause where i’m at, it wouldn’t be real smart
don’t matter if i wrote for the big stage or got cage material, it’s still (steel) bars
steel spark
he not gon’ to make it
while you in the hospital i’m eluding the police tryin’ to shake ’em
i don’t even think y’all see what i’m sayin’
when they doin’ surgery on k!lla b (k!ller bee) i was duckin’ a sting operation
this heat i’ma raise it, shoot an opper
double barrel, starin’ (steering) in the shotgun; it’s a student driver
they should’ve replaced you with ‘stoppa, bring your brother show out (showout) cause he the one that really punch, you just holler (holla)
dude get bodied, all three i’m finna win
fans like, “you better not have no one minute round. don’t take it easy on a n+gga.”
i’ma beat him and his kin
he gon’ be restin’ in p+ss like kids mattresses
who think i’m sleepin’ on the twin?
i’ll get to swingin’ for the fence
you gon’ get this l
soon as i see brian, pumper come out, he get hit wit’ sh+lls
i’m in a different realm, it’s just me, the only n+gga k!lla (k!ller) like sickle cell
at his funeral, he get sent off well
releasing birds and sayin’ touchin’ words like the sentence braille
we gon’ spin for real
you gon’ get k!lled patna
you seen me up a knife towards his brother
like, “what’s the real problem?”
he’s froze, starin’ in disbelief, it was real shockin’
’til somethin’ get cut off show’ like netflix, “are you still watching?”
steel poppin’
i told y’all give me respect
this .45 like a drill sergeant, when it goes off in ya face
you know y’all gettin’ laced
i’ll pull this joint like, “it’s angel dust holmes” and smoke dawg in the cage
n+ggas fake
you ain’t wit’ the murder y’all cappin’
i don’t need no type of help, i’ll hop out the bourbon, .9 clappin’
shootin’ everything by myself
certified trapper
[round 2: k!lla b]
when it come to these battle rap bars p+ssy
i put my life in it
we on cartel
let’s how rum don’t get watered down now that ice in it
i’m sheist wit’ it
type to come to the fist fight and bring a knife in it
so when i sneak rum in the party, just know the punch got a spike in it
n+gga and i’m still off hampton, i never change, i throw the h high
that wasn’t me if you saw k!lla crossover that was an ai
i’ll f+ck yo’ b+tch, she give me facetime
then she open the safe and the vault
cause it started off with hauk tua but then it lead to a hawk
f+ck you thought?
i got shooters in the crowd right now, tool wit’ ’em
if dude’s trippin’
he get a gen’ 5 in front of my crew members
since dude crippin’ i assume he got a couple of his goons wit’ him
that’s a bad mix
i hit rum with the gen’ (gin) now the room’s spinnin’
and my crew winnin’
when i tip top slow
big fo+fo
the big nose though
it’s my side piece, my b+tch don’t know
he get paralyzed, he won’t feel sh+t no mo’
got a blue in the wheelchair like the crip’ logo
don’t you know?
snitches get stitches
he tell on me? he’s thinkin’ sh+t’s fine
cause in his mind snitches get riches like why [?] it’s 6’9″
big .9
i’m not a crip but i rep my neighborhood big time
it’s like a trampoline park
i had it jumpin’ off the zipline (zip line)
n+gga, i really get mines
with a pocket knife i’m straight without a gun
not even a real knife, i found a rusty blade in the alley and made it out of one
now it’s sharp enough to razor out his lung
came from the bottom to the top, it’s crazy i made it out the slum
it’s not a game rum
but when you think about it, it really is a game rum
because it’ll be a hit on ya diamonds if i pull ya card
that’s how you play rum
when i hit his tum tum with the sticks, it’s not a bass drum
he a rapper, but gettin’ clapped like an actor; take one
and catch a hollow
i got a fifth for rum, what’s next to follow?
before we crack the neck, we tap his top, we gotta bless the bottle
i’m a desperado, tryin’ to leave a n+gga dead for respect
since he an alien, extended clip, he need extra to rest (extraterrest)
but i digress
allow me to reintroduce myself
but y’all knew though
they call me k!lla b and i may draw on you like naruto
you a punto, and i’m not afraid to tell him again
see here’s the loophole, i’m blackin’ like melanin skin
this alien too cold, no wonder why he plannin’ to win
must be from pluto cause after this he’ll never plan it (planet) again
body gang bars is something he gotta deal wit’
he already did
next round? overk!ll sh+t
[round 2: rum nitty]

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