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urltv - charlie clips vs tay roc (2014) lyrics

[round 1: tay roc]
for six years, all i’ve heard is you murdered me
i ain’t make a sound
lux set it up for two minutes but knew you had six minute rounds
that there is true
i ain’t here to complain because i missed the shot
real n-ggas know when you miss, you spin the block
i kick in your door without a second thought, i’m like, “who first?”
i will r.i.p. a p-ssy: that’s a new birth
i do work, i will buck your neck, give you two smirks
i ain’t see a n-gga choke and die like that since tsu surf
lead pop, i doubt that i miss a headshot
like if o was down with the mobb, that’s a red dot
the mac will leave a piece of your apple on a desktop
bird, snake, sleep with the fishes: that’s a pet shop
charlie, the pistol is long, my temper’s short enough
my bars cold, hot-headed n-gga, but i’m just warmin’ up
ayy, you know how an abandoned house be boarded up?
i pay my shooter a band, then your house be boarded up
you doin’ what? i look at dna like, “wh0r-, what up?”
he crack a sl1ck, i crack his sh-t, you help that boy get up
toy with us, i’ll pop up in harlem, you’ll take a nap, g
i’ll hit charlie in his windgate with these mac’s, b
light bars! i’ve been waitin’ to send your soul to christ
charlie gon’ see clips singin’ like karaoke night
you know i’m nice, say somethin’ my bros don’t like
my n-ggas start randomly spittin’, but this ain’t open mic
that n-gga roc don’t care for n-ggas
get striked for gettin’ bold with the bull, i ain’t sparin’ n-ggas
this the danger zone, we airin’ n-ggas
i ain’t here for a tie, l, just a w — them my maryland n-ggas
peep, i’m the king of my state, and i don’t share with n-ggas
never been the one to duck, i’m more like a bear to n-ggas
step in this ring, i’ve been darin’ n-ggas
you winnin’ this battle?
that’s like tryna take roc’s paper with a pair of scissors
stupid–ss! think he a rider until he carsick
cops gon’ find the insides of charlie on his carpet
it’ll be grocery bag, that’s what this market…
i said, it’ll be gross, sure he bagged, that’s what this mark get
f-ck you! this rematch unnecessary
who’s the legend? beatin’ me is what made you legendary
charlie get hit with the first and then the secondary
then dna get the business like it’s hereditary
shout-out to the pg’s, but i ain’t a new guy
for example, you must be high of that snow that you buy
mister thinkin’ he wavy until i have him in a new tie
hop out that audi, “boom!” — then make him woo side
this sh-t easy, just peep me! our first battle?
ike turner in the back of the limo: i let a b-tch beat me
when my pockets low i get greasy
i swear to god i’m whippin’ out if anybody on the strip tease me
all bars, i’ma get mine off
throwin’ bullets like brady, try to pick mine off
you can keep thinkin’ this slim guy soft
i leave you in a state of shock when i clap nine and send five north
you know, that interstate 95 north, n-gga, this battle simple
blindside him with a louisville: that’s a shattered temple
when i hit his mouth with a hatchet, it won’t be accidental
i said, i’ll hit his mouth with a hatchet: i’ll axe his dental
i trapped you into a box, n-gga, you gone
you don’t attempt to murder a k!ller, f-ck is you doin’?
paramedics’ll get you hauled if you don’t move on
i’ll throw a bullet in ya window and hit your new born
crack sl1ck like it’s somethin’ you n-ggas want
that pump slump him by the 2’s, i dump if you n-ggas front
n-ggas talkin’ about my battle with charlie — i’m like, “so what?”
ever since i took an l i’ve been f-ckin’ these n-ggas up
light bars

[round 1: charlie clips]
my grandmoms had the nerve to call my phone
like, “baby, word on the streets is you straight hot
but that boy got a vendetta against you
i might gotta put my money on tay roc.”
i’m like, “grandma, what the h-ll?!”
she like, “oh lord, the boy cursin’ now.”
she said, “you got a third this time?”
i’m like, “yes, grandma, i’m rehearsin’ now
what do you want?”
she said, “nothing, just show tay roc you in a different cl-ss
and don’t play around this time
‘cause that’s how b magic almost whipped yo’ -ss.”
i said, “b magic?” — she said, “mhmm.”
i said, “rounds one and two, i was lookin’ flamable
but the third…”
she said, “exactly, it shouldn’t have been debatable
now when you battle roc
i want you to throw a left, add a good–ss hook in
oh, and by the way, i made yams, peach cobbler and some…
now there’s only one way
you could get some of grandma’s good–ss cooking.”
i said, “how’s that?”
she said, “give tay roc that good–ss whoopin’!”
i ran up on roc like, “what’s poppin’, p-ssy? what you barkin’ for?”
he ran in his pop’s crib, i shot through the apartment door
big roc jumped in the way, i let the larkin roar
he moved, then the bullets tore through little roc: that’s arkansas
i’m only five bars in and y’all already want me to bring it back
like what if i’m in roc’s pop’s crib with no strap to make it clap
i woulda grabbed roc face
in front of his familiy, started shavin’ that
so r kin saw little roc get the razor back
nah, that’s not a reach, if i reach that’s ‘cause i hate dawg
decision, should i kick or push him? that’s lupe with a skateboard
roc, if we fight, good night, i let that 8 roar
you’ll die before the hook get delivered: that’s nate dogg
you call yourself the rocadile, that’s a bs name
i should put this beam in the back of your 3x, bang!
the red light remove your disc: that’s a ps game
the chopstick spread your noodle: that’s pf changs
i wanna introduce you to my man .50 cal
but nah, i got another plan
deuce deuce tucked in the boot, that’s my other man
i call ’em young buck ‘cause he small, i keep that gun in hand
let young buck perform with the 50: that’s summer jam
when i heard you joined dot mob
i was thinkin’ like, “yo, that’s so absurd.”
i thought about callin’ mook
like, “murda, since when y’all brought in herbs?”
roc, i could have n-ggas in dot mob jump you
like if i throw the word
you’ll see dot after dot on his face: that’s rosenberg
i’m too raw with all these lines, my n-gga
like if that kannon fire
yikes! more dots on his face, oh now he danny myers
let me reb-ttal your proven ground scheme, roc
‘cause trust me, they got a lot of room
when it steams inside the jeans i reach more than ah di boom
i let it sonic boom, bring it across your wide jaw
we could fight, but your punches too slow, you like ty law
you could be 8’9″ or 5’4″, i shoot, this tec body ya
you’ll lose dna from every round: that’s prez mafia
you said you peeled n-ggas wigs back when your glock air, scr-p?
n-gga, please! your young kannon ain’t make a top tier gat
‘cause you’s a proven mid-tier ground n-gga, roc
and honestly, that’s sad to know
i keep a gun, you don’t got your semi? you better tag in sco
you confused, ‘cause how your name roc but you be baggin’ dro?
ask smack, i got an ill will for baggin’ snow
so come to my block, roc
where we chop rock and move them real crills
sellin’ bags of white, look like i’m movin’ bags of real deal
i give n-ggas the real feel
i could let bullets out that mac spread
oh, it’s ironic… how squeezin’ on a long nose
could help me take out a black head
say my name in vein, these two arms’ll be shootin’ up
to hit your back head
that was dope, ‘cause i left roc with a cracked head
listen, roc, this the third mid-tier n-gga i gave a shot to, right?
i’m tryin’ to give all y’all fame
proving ground, i love y’all n-ggas
sike! i lied, i think all y’all lame
if y’all wanna jump in this top tier water, cool, i’ll bring all y’all pain
sn-tch tay out the whip
and throw roc out the gl-ss: that’s an all star game
y’all n-ggas know my slogan…
oh, i don’t got one, that’s right
i’m a hustler, ‘cause i done put this n-gga roc in a bag twice
he nervous, god callin’ his name, it’s mad bright
don’t be scared, god know your slogan: “that’s light!”

[round 2: tay roc]
you started this problem, n-gga, don’t hide from it
he smoked roc once, here’s where he die from it
yeah, i took an l, most n-ggas don’t rise from it
last time i tried, this time i’ll be triumphant
you don’t know roc, i don’t play games with n0body
i be lookin’ like a fool tryin’ to tuck a whole shotty
you could end up gettin’ knocked out your own body
get sent to where everything all white, you won’t see yo gotti
ayy, i’m no copy, f-ggot, i am official
i dug your grave deep, your b-tch could be in it with you
once i roll up with a hershey kiss and a pistol
nah, once i roll up on her she kissin’ a pistol
that’s light, i ain’t surf or conceited, n-gga, it’s goin’ down
i’ma use more than a subt-tle to slow ’em down
what i tote around, i brought clips, extra bullets
i’ll have clips sweatin’ bullets, it’s plenty of ’em to go around
hold it down! there’s more in store from me
when i say put b-tches in bags
they don’t get christian dior from me
know that! i come at n-ggas accordingly
i’ll have the docs st-tchin’ his cap: that’s fitted embroidery
n-ggas annoyin’ me, that’s ’til i clutch the pound
dump a round, i hit ’em, clips slip on the f-ckin’ ground
and then i hit ’em until the clips slip on the f-ckin’ ground
i don’t f-ck around
i’m tryin’ to put clips in a casket or in an hover round
f-ckin’ clown! it’s obvious this ain’t the same roc
you body me? if that’s what he thinkin’, i think not
f-ck around and catch a head shot right on your main block
tried to tell you lightning don’t strike twice in the same spot
n-gga, i don’t have the time
question: what your 5 o’clock shadow gon’ look like after 9?
that’s how i k!ll him comin’ after mine
chiropractor: i’m ’bout to put this n-gga back in line
the ar got a h-ll of a bang
peep how this ar put me ahead of the game
he hear a “ch!”, then that ar lie clips with a sh-ll in his brain
“ch!” ar lie clips — i was spellin’ your name
that’s light, tell the pigs for somethin’ i ain’t never did
he shot me in the head, i survived, so i can’t let him live
besides a turtle, you ain’t never seen a sh-ll this big
i’m tryin’ to leave his wife with a story to tell his kids
tell this kid i shoulda k!lled him a while ago
so what, i’m skinny? you better dip from this calico
skinny dip, calicoe… i be wildin’, bro
on this stage you could get schooled or let your talent show
if i catch a bus out to harlem, ready for action, look
soon as i hop off, that’s peter pan, you gettin’ capped and hooked
i’m face to face with my k!ller, why you actin’ shook?
i swear to god this can’ll bus, tell this rapper book
n-gga, this my second, you won’t get this round, clips
i him him with a drum, leave bullets all around clips
naw, since this n-gga clips round, i brought a round clip
f-ck a clips round, i’ll shoot whoever around clips
remember you told me you be blackin’ it out?
‘cause you from 8th and lennox where they be clappin’ it out
wel, i’ma show you what a savage about
your grandmother called me
like, “k!ll charlie, so he don’t bring his -ss back in my house!”
picture me losin’, see how good that’s lookin’?
for your grandmother you’ll do time in that hood as bookin’
well, i will hock spit in her good–ss cookin’
knock her dentures down her throat, once she choke “hhaaa”
sound like she gettin’ that good–ss whoopin’

[round 2: charlie clips]
i k!lled you in 2008, worldstar showed the death in 2009
your mother had to wear an all black dress just to watch the battle
the whole state of maryland was losin’ they mind
n-gga, you even thought lux set you up — “ahh, beloved…”
you was lookin’ like the new dude next in line
and if you felt like a harlem n-gga set you up
then why would you join a group with mook, rex and shine?
see, it’s my fault, roc
‘cause honestly i don’t even think you know what’s goin’ on
you probably thinkin’ we battlin’ in tobacco lounge, right?
but you really in icu holdin’ on
oh, y’all look a bit confused
well, let me take it a bit further, like this lame said
what i did to you was an attempt murder
but that attempt murder left you brain dead
right now this ain’t a rematch, you not really battlin’ clips
it’s 2008 and you in the hospital, the url don’t even exist
the n-gga beasley ain’t never helped you in your life
there’s a tube inside you helpin’ you p-ss
the n-gga smack got a dark caesar and his beard little as sh-t
hold on y’all, ‘cause the story gets deeper
see your daughter by your bedside, she tryin’ to play with you
“mommy, he not movin’ again.”
she jump in the bed, decide to lay with you
you escaped death before
but this time i’ma make sure death stay with you
next round is where i pull your plug, but for now i’ma pray for you
dear heavenly father, i wanna thank you
for lettin’ me become a monster
but honestly i need another hobby
‘cause the sk!lls you blessed me with is too deadly
lord, for example i’m ’bout to catch another body
but see, this time it’s out of self defense
oh, you see they book him to try to and k!ll me
why am i prayin’ to you and he ain’t dead?
that’s ‘cause the next round he will be
so can you please forgive me for my sins now?
‘cause what i’m doin’ to him and his career is not fair
they say heaven got a ghetto
well, if y’all got a url, can you please make him top tier?
and if you happen to wake him up out that coma
can you please bless him with some substance?
don’t only let him rhyme about big–ss gats
please give him swag
take off these jamaican clothes and no more big–ss hats
and please tell him stop wearin’ green
before he get cut, lookin’ like somebody gr-ss
and if you let him be dot mobb
bless him with the strength, lord, to grab n0body’s -ss
i’m beggin’ you, lord, now can the congregation say “d-mn”?
and if y’all ready for roc to die, let me get an “amen”
roc, i mighta just won this round with no bars
that’s the actual truth
word to my detroit n-ggas i got bars, here’s the actual proof
i got two snubs inside my waist, i’ll let ’em clap at your roof
mind you i said “noses,” right?
so the witness thought he got shot by x-factor and mook
this is bars of the century mixed with flow of the year
oh, let me guess, you got two pistols from indiana
and you roll with a pair
you keep two 4’s like paul george and you’ll go on a tear
you lance stevenson: get to the heat and just blow in the air
i’m not feelin’ that, i’m so motherf-ckin’ mean with it
let me bring that picture thing back
and do a whole nother scheme with it
see, you remind me of the pacers, got so much potential
but i got too much heat to let you win this rematch
b-tches say you like hibbert on the block, that mean your d wack
he’ll be on his back like george, i let that heat clap
it’ll spin this pacer backwards
get him shot again, now that’s a recap
that was amazin’, because “pacer” backwards is “recap”
i’m in my zone, n-gga
you got gold t–th? good, my b-tch nina, she a gold digger
tell my shooter, “rasheed wallace”
that mean the bullet from this piston will make the hole, n-gga
then i tell ’em “gin0bli”
that mean the long nose make the hole bigger
see, the problem with you is you don’t have performance
yeah, you only got just bars
you’re not gon’ beat me with that, roc
you know why? i’m just hard
and honestly, your swag is kind of off
yeah, i don’t mean to hurry you
and i’m glad you wore flowers on your shirt
‘cause you knew i would bury you

[round 3: tay roc]
tell this fat guy, he can’t keep up with me at that size
if he’s movin’ large c0ke, i drive through, this big mac fries
we call mac’s “whoppers,” you eat a bullet the snack size
hit a n-gga’s apple, turn over: that’s a bad pie
bad guy, fat n-gga, you should get this scheme
you donut built and soft as the jelly in between
i put a hole in him, have him lookin’ like a krispy kreme
when that tre comin’ out the box it ain’t a kid’s cuisine
fat n-gga, i should spit in your face
you don’t even drink alcohol unless it has a licorice taste
here’s where i put this n-gga in shape
closed mouths don’t get fed
open yours, it’s gettin’ fixed with a plate
fat n-gga, you should forfeit all of that pork sh-t
you pay for p-ssy, it ain’t free to lay for this corn chip
your b-tch be on some wh0r- sh-t
she love smokin’ chocolates, i gave her a graham
she let me crack her and some more sh-t
i’m on sh-t, that st. louis n-gga kinda hurt him
he had a hard time with magic: donald sterling
i’m tryna murk him, if this ho tell
he’ll sleep in a casket that says “do not disturb him”
i’m a different kinda person, n-gga, tay trippin’
n-gga tried me before and he caught tay slippin’
well, if i get to bangin’ on top of this car like blake griffin
malaysian airlines: you gonna be plain missin’
never been a follower, ‘cause i lead the way
fyi, we don’t f-ck with the dea
i’ll put a bullet in clips, the same bullet’ll go through dna
i hit both of them b-tches at the same time: i’m stevie j
n-gga, bring your back up with you
i don’t care if it’s your grandma ma
i should k!ll whoever shack up with you
this mac buck hit you, it seem like a mack truck hit you
docs gon’ do the autopsy and find the gat stuck in you
these hands are similar: that’s siamese
the right hook will leave your chin slanted: that’s chinese
my man brought me two new glocks
i’m like, “where you find these?”
verizon fios bullets, travel at high speeds
light bars! i’ll leave you with a smoked wig
hit him with a marlboro: n-gga, that’s a old sig
peep, all i gotta do is find out where this ho live
f-ck which room he in, my n-ggas shootin’ up his whole crib
wait… i heard hitman sayin’ names, why he holla mine?
tell him get off my d-ck, his whole style is mine
enjoy your college time, n-gga, i will ruin your career
leg shot in the low shin from the cal of mine
but anyway, robbin’ your connect, that’s what i’m in it for
i will get your plug stretched out: that’s an extension cord
n-ggas don’t live long here… that’s what extensions for
watch your mouth ‘fore dna askin’ you
“what’s your dentures for?”
give him more? n-gga, i will disrespect your world
catch you slippin’ on a dinner date and chin-check your girl
real sh-t, i will have you eyein’ down a double barrel
try to run, get a back shot: that’s an epidural
y’all gon’ see clips get banged
then y’all gon’ see clips get banged
whatever remain in the clip goin’ in clips’ remains
some of the clips you can’t see, some of the clips’ll hang
worldstar/vine compilation: none of my clips the same
you gon’ beat me? nah, still n-ggas lyin’
tell you like i told the others, i don’t feel n-ggas rhymes
who he foolin’ with them steel grippin’ lines?
tell him, f-ckin’ with me, he’ll get smacked: we on real n-gga time

[round 3: charlie clips]
my name charlie clips, every bar is piff
that mean it’s very potent
so don’t bite my lines or recite my rhymes
‘cause it look like you don’t do no heavy smokin’
i spits that good sh-t that get in your lungs
have you doin’ heavy chokin’
bag your baby moms, do some heavy strokin’
condom pop, skeet on her buns, then rub it in like keri lotion
now, for those who never heard me rap before
you probably thinkin’, “d-mn, he’s wack!”
but those lines destroyed his life back in ’08
and they the reason for this rematch
no other league wanna book him
it’s ironic how roc always need smack
they put me in rehab for cuttin’ up roc, well, this the relapse
what’s poppin’, tay?
word around town is you joined dot mobb
a rap group that gotta ask mook for permission
them n-ggas not hard
20 percent -ss grab, 30 percent left, went and got jobs
and the last 50 percent we look at rex and think they got robbed
and that’s who you wanna be the leader of?
dot mobb? knowin’ you not mook, stop reachin’, roc
before i give your hand some, that sh-t is not cute
with this beam i dot mobs, that k shine, i let it rock groups
you’ll see a long can in this ho n-gga mouth, but it ain’t thot juice
ayy, beasley, this y’all favorite?
well, you gon’ make me smack you, beas’
if you tip roc, i’m on a way to k!ll him, i’ma clap you, beas’
tip, waiter, guess which restaurant i’m in?
i let the ratchet squeeze
i’ma serve roc with the tre, then hit your apple, beas’
so stop promotin’ tay tay like this n-gga what the game missin’
he have a little battle, you give him $2,000
okay, his change flippin’
he have a big battle, you give him $2,000
that’s the same difference
you might as well work for halal
you keep givin’ n-ggas the same chicken
but me? i got my 8k and my ak
i’m in your b-tch crib with my n-gga ray ray
both got guns at her head, but i hit it first, i guess i’m ray j
she tried to block the shot, it left her pinkie: that’s day day
silencer on, kids never heard the pop: that’s bébé
i don’t deal with opinions, n-gga
before mickey i was speakin’ facts
like if your b-tch wanna get saved by the bell
i advise you to stop speakin’ back
or we ring her bell, then she open, we start squeezin’ mac’s
bullets’ll be in your bae side more than screech and zack
remember when he told k shine how he over win?
and how if his girl see the battle
he gon’ be livin’ single like overton?
you ever went to sleep as a kid, got p-ssy
your moms call you and f-ck the dream up?
well, that’s how it feel when a n-gga like this f-ck a scheme up
i don’t give a f-ck if you livin’ single or not
or if your wife or your kids there
khadija life, promote a magazine
my best friend is a mac’s, i bring my friend there
move the kids, k!ll every n-gga that’s over 10 when the clip flare
clear the scene, hit church, pray, then get that sin clear
here’s a few reason why a n-gga like tay tay won’t ever get clips
for one, i cover the scene: that make me sl1ck rick
you better jet or be face to face with a smith on some vick sh-t
you pull your gun out, we laugh at your -rs-nal: that’s trick trick
oh, let me guess, you gon’ put my b-tch in the truck
make sure my miss fit
i’d rather put this mac in your b-tch mouth, make sure her lip stick
so the bullet could tour through her body, that’s a quick trip
the cal on me, and my .40 official without the big t-ts
now, that’s how you scheme, lil n-gga
next time, you learn how to do it proper
roc, we could box, but good lord, you could use a doctor
you open hand smack me? sh-t, i will use the chopper
you’ll get shots all night for that smack: that’s exclusiv vodka
y’all n-ggas know my slogan…
oh, i forgot, i don’t got one, that’s right
i’m a hustler, i done put tay roc in a bag twice
god call him, he nervous, lookin’ up, it’s mad bright
don’t be scared, god know your slogan: “that’s light!”

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