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urltv - ave vs. ill will lyrics

[round 1: ave]
turn me up a lil’ bit
turn me up a lil’ bit, jb
yo, yo – can you hear me?

i said, yo…
we here now, b-tch – the waitin’ is over
i took a break from my goal to step down to stop will (wheel) like the brakes on a stroller
see, i wasn’t s’posed to take this route on purpose
i just made time to bring the land lines (landlines): who need house phone service?
do i look nervous?
well, let’s keep it a stack – i’m wit’ whatever
that’s facts!
n-gga, don’t take this rap to a different level
get smacked in this b-tch, lil’ fella
throw palm to grill or hold arms to will (wheel): that’s axel in twisted metal!
i’m a devil, and you not on my level
you beef with me?
every bone’ll be discovered in cleveland: i’m eazy-e
and we startin’ wit’ the arms
now if i peel for will, but i miss, his cousin’ll get him: he carlton at the prom
but i’m calm ‘cause i don’t wanna bomb on this f-cker, man
that sh-t just bring drama and karma, you understand?
but n-ggas always think you playin’
so for suckas wit’ threats, it’s chuckie on fresh
i’ll shoot will (wheel) down on the other hand
‘cause n-ggas swearin’ that your life that real
i don’t let none of that sh-t fly, fam’ (flyfam): i will ice-pack (icepack) ill
now we could start wit’ the fists, then come to y’all wit’ the clips
double back and light up the yak (‘gnac): i know bartender tricks!
but on the real, we could do this sh-t here
got plenty goonies
more monsters comin’ outta the land than tremors movies
so let him go get his toolie
ave side all legit
tell will (wheel) tread light: that’s bad tires on the whip
i’ll fire from the whip, record it, share the k!ll
for my amus-m-nt, but y’all prob’ly feel it ain’t fair it’s will (ferris wheel)
but these n-ggas know the drill
let him know how we rockin’
either shots or beat a homi better than johnnie cochran
so what’s poppin’?
‘cause n-ggas got you locked as some thug hero, a lil’ deebo
but i swear it don’t budge me, bro
keep braggin’ how you cool wit’ the wolf – duh, negro!
you just jumpin’ back so i.c.e (ice) can protect you: he sub-zero!
we know that you ain’t that n-gga, lil’ fam’, so chill
matter fact, smack ain’t even the reason you standin’ here
i’m who helped your d-mn career
‘cause if i ain’t answer yeah, these n-ggas would plain (plane) let will (wheel) down: that’s landing gear
but on the real…p-ssy, i coulda been wrapped you up
on bl before uff: that’s not a bluff
i took rum, and now this?
more yak (‘gnac), ain’t that a b-tch?
y’all twisted – this the last straw wit’ this liquor ish (licorice)
‘cause now i’m p-ssed
i wanna get the glizzy from the v
put 14 in the clip wit’ one head set to squeeze
and i can call the t-tles, g
it’s just that roc and tsu a side (suicide) squad, so will gettin’ this deadshot from me
‘cause you ain’t g!
n-gga frontin’, and he know it
it’s all a stunt, man, he trollin’
one pump, tell him jump if he want it
got plenty guns, when we dump, he ain’t blowin’
‘cause his b-tch -ss gon’ be busy fallin’ back soon as some are (summer) reloaded
that’s ‘cause he bogus
i don’t need no strap for this act, king
for real, i’ll fight off ill like a vaccine
when he swing, i’mma slide, bro – watch
let him fall, then give will the metal arm – that’s how i, robot
aye, tell him, roc
‘cause you know we do more than the glock-dumpin’
aa-12…that’s not a warning the cops comin’
‘cause he rap like a villain
the same breath of lies (breathalyze) gon’ be why this 12 make him blow out all that yak (‘gnac) in his system
man, who gon’ miss him?
‘cause his old lady hate to be wit’ him
so once i take her, he can save it, ain’t no way she’ll rekindle
like, he get locked, it ain’t no paper to send him
even if bill belle a check (belichick), b-tch, you better not show no patriotism!
and that’s on god, ho
in fact, don’t call, bro
‘cause that’s gon’ only p-ss me off and i’mma go off mo’
‘cause brizz hashbrowned you so far, yo
so a slight cough, he (coffee) get biscuits bakin’ (bacon) his egg: that’s the whole combo
i’m on go
already got my paper from homes
so blame cheeko when his face is what i razor ‘im on (ramon)
and i’m so out there in the field, i could get his parents k!lled wit’ just a look
you should know i got power starin’, will (steering wheel)
i’ll run down on his jamaican wit’ it tucked, f him up
find that paper he makin’ wit’ all the work and extra stuff
sit him down and tie him up
now he cryin’ – that’s enough
“man, keep the work, but take the bread”
wait, take the what and left the what!?!
man, knock it off!
headshot, watch it fall
then we spin off fast & furious: hobbes & shaw!
that’s call!

[round 1: ill will]
(-ill will starts muttering under his breath-)
what’s wrong? y’all can’t hear me?
y’all don’t like how i’m doin’ my rap?
that’s you n-ggas’ problem – y’ain’t s’posed to tell ‘em how you move on the ave
you sent a shot at me, i sent a lot back
tryna flirt, n-gga?
i’m tryna have this .50 split ave like a earthbender
i’m the worst n-gga
.40 and an ar, that’s all i need for norfolk in virginia
the .40 bustin’, but once ar come out, it ain’t no folk in virginia!
i heard about your lil’ cave gang buddies a few weeks ago
they the sucka type
i know y’all wanna get that hoe n-gga stigma off y’all
prove that sh-t another night
f-ckin’ right!
not tonight – two swift ones’ll get your mouth wired
or will (wheel) flatten the face on ave like mrs. doubtfire!
i hate this n-gga!
i was gon’ f-ck ya b-tch, but i ain’t playin’ wit’ ya
i’mma just let my dog poke her (poker) while i paint the picture
now that was fire
you remember the paintings of the dogs playin’ poker, ave
but i ain’t through wit’ murder
the .40 lift the lid on ave like a sewage worker
steel in his mind!
revolver spin him to dust…i’mma remember this time
you give william obstacles?
children’s hospital: it’s just ill and a .9
large .4, flashin’ sticks like star wars
i do it for the green, b-tch, like star-lord
i’ll beat him bad
bones, breakin’ on ave without the cardboard!
long burner!
he ain’t even see the flash, it was too bright
yeah, his top landed on the n-ggas behind him like a mook fight
the pipe spit
he ain’t gon’ like this
i’ll slide somethin’ sharp across ave like a spike strip
hol’ up…
we know you a puncher, we just waitin’ on that star to show up
take lines like “spike strip”…those the type that made will (wheel) blow up!

[ave]
yeah! i like that! do yo’ sh-t! do yo’ sh-t!

[ill will]
f-ck ave – the metal’ll spit
yo’ repet-tiveness ain’t ready for this level of spit
veteran sh-t
chopper fly, propeller your b-tch
he thought it was easy (eazy) before the deal, ‘til i jerry h-ller’d the sh-t
now it’s ruthless
i ain’t leavin’ options, the heater poppin’
gun right on the eyes of ave – the streets is watchin’!

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