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urltv - chess vs. glueazy lyrics

[round 1: chess]
ayy, p asked me to get rid of you
so i’m k!llin’ you
he came to the jungle lookin’ for smoke
that’s why they gave you a gorilla, glu’ (gorilla glue)
bang, this n+gga through
and you ain’t safe either, i’m clippin’ you
it’s like we both landlords, and you can relate to when the rent is due
plus the tenants rude
homes, these shots i’m kickin’ out’ll make you a victim (evict him) too
run down in your dice game
we bet not see a n+gga move
we fly by and start sn+tchin’ that bread off the concrete
like pigeon food
this trailеr trash, piece of sh+t it’s cool
i be seein’ him snap
but hе need to relax, ‘cause he would get clapped
hit his wig, a (wigga) white boy out here thinkin’ he black
but he ain’t seasoned, he wack
none of his sh+t nice
get pistol whipped, this pistol grip
is a duplication of this pipe
get smacked wit’ the lookalikes
twin life, you the snitch type
i bet money he don’t live this life
‘cause n+ggas blew rounds and never speak
but that’s something he can’t get right
clap me where
you wouldn’t pull ratchets here (hair) in a chick fight
oh so that drug sh+t what y’all ‘bout?
i seen coke get moved in a dark house
it was pitch black they still pitched white
n+gga sit tight
‘cause if you get hype, it’s over n+gga
he gon’ talk about me chokin’, n+gga
‘til i’m chokin’ n+ggas
‘cause he’s average
and that’s all i needed for me to yoke a (mediocre) n+gga
yoke a n+gga, ‘til i see the gasp in his face
lock on his neck, like john cena back in the day
this how the savages play, you ain’t really wit’ the action
as a youngin, him leavin’ the crib really didn’t happen
who remembers spongebob?
he had three close friends: penny, chip, and napkin
see you was in the house, liar
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i mean so was i but i made noise when i was out, liar (outlier)
i can’t catch you outside you ain’t a outsider
so i’m at your door, wit’ wild fire
drop your family, pop your nanny
ms. doubtfire
from your gang, i doubt fire
‘cause you a b+tch, glu’
catch me in your hood, all in your sh+t, glu’
watch him freeze up on his block, homes
igloo
get it twisted, i’ll push your top up wit’ the stick, glu’ (glue)
wait, why you mad, glu’?
lookin’ at me like you hate my skin
you kinda remind me of racist men
and that’s a fact too
as a matter of fact you gettin’ clapped, glu’
‘cause i’m blammin’ (blamin’) him
all for what h&m did to the black youth
you f+ckin’ cracker, under crack use
i should crack you, and make you lean like when crack do
you real brave for not bringin’ a gat, glu’

[beasley calls time and chess turns to him and yells out “no!” then continues rapping]
you real brave for not bringin’ a gat, glu’
yea i got the .380, stupid, but i also brung the mac through
he made me do it i had to

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