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urltv - clone vs. d.i. da hennyman lyrics

[round 1: d.i. da hennyman]
these n+ggas talk about psychology, philosophy, sp+ce and sh+t
i talk guns, drugs, gangsta sh+t
they anime, superheroes, games and sh+t
f+ck mortal kombat! the cops was really raidin’ (raiden) sh+t
i came equipped today
they coulda made this sooner
i’m in houston, roofin’ n+ggas wit’ the drac’ (drake) out like j. prince jr.!
n+gga, aaahh!
aye! soon as the date was set, i’m pacin’ steps
antic+p+tin’ my greatest yet, let’s make a mess
you f+ckin’ wit’ a gangsta + save the gangsta threats
i get clone and keep shootin’: bruce lee in game of death
henny gon’ takе respect, and i bet this man don’t want troublе
pistol+whip him one good time, that man gon’ stumble
pistol+whip him one more time, that man gon’ fumble
pistol+whip him!
pistol+whip him!
pistol+whip him!
…pistol+whip him!
‘til the b+tt stuck in his head like ms. hustle
n+gga, yeah!
aye! big trappa+cana
y’all been askin’ questions, i got the answers
i came to tell tyrone…warner robins is not atlanta
big baby wit’ that sh+t in it + who got a pamper?
sniper rifle wit’ the mount, come and get its proper gander (propaganda)
i ain’t got no type of manners, so watch your mothaf+ckin’ tone
and act right, ‘cause i been waitin’ too mothaf+ckin’ long
i guess i should be excited they called my mothaf+ckin’ phone
but i thought they said “you can’t copy respect”
so why y’all bring a mothaf+ckin’ clone, huh!?
aye! i don’t know tyrone, but i’ll expose tyrone
wit’ a free! crack! head give away like that old tyrone
razor where the block stay, poke a nose (poconos)!
ar wit’ the titties on it, motorboat!
then i’ll pull out the scalpel blade, give your scalp a raise
or put one in your dome illegally like my scalper days
f+ck he ‘bout to say?
sh+t, i been greater, bricklayer
don’t know what they brung you for
he a b+tch, zendaya
and henny a risk+taker, i ain’t hittin’ up the team
i’m riding ‘round with a dog and five dummies like the mystery machine
and if it’s really beef, i’ll pull up on your ford and show ‘em horror
out the backpack, into the door of (dora) the explorer
i can rap+rap! started with sellin’ quarters on the corner
his every round cap (w)rap like he sportin’ a fedora
ay! i know it sounds cliche, but i’m packin’ the chrome
if i air it, goodbye, dude (erykah badu)
ain’t no callin’ tyrone
they shoulda knew i was a jedi when i flew in on a red+eye
so why are y’all surprised i’m here attackin’ a clone?
i’m a star! wit’ a rocket in houston
that’s not a bar
this is for the lover and you: shalimar
he like, “i got two broads” so?
both them b+tches ugly
you might wanna get a swiffer jet or somethin’, ‘cause both them b+tches dusty
type n+gga claiming he a hustler, knowin’ he a flunky
type n+gga get locked and have to start a gofundme!
that’s disgusting!
and one of them b+tches slow!
i’m tryna keep it nice…
but it’s like anwar tryna argue
she can’t read or write (reda right)
well, this is g+nius+
(+a couple crowd members surrounding the battlers start saying the bar was fire+)
it’s like+
and one of them b+tches slow!
(i like saying that)
and one of them b+tches slow!
i’m tryna keep it nice…
but it’s like anwar tryna argue
she can’t read or write (reda right)
well, this is g+nius, right?
i mean, f+ck it, your name clone, bro
fuse them two broke b+tches together and make a whole ho!
ay! peep this
i could make a round about the roundabout around your house
silencer + shh! shh! shh!
sound like i’m tryna sound it out
you mad about it?
hit his t again, i missed the b+tch
i see his men and give his t a twin: sister, sister
boy! they gon’ say henny drug you, n+gga
boy! your gofundme made six hundred + they don’t love you, n+gga
boy! your name clone ‘cause john sonned you, n+gga
boy! i’mma have you cryin’ for your mama like stumbles, n+gga!
boy! boy!
y’all think i give a f+ck who was ampin’ him!?
they even took snake belt
now who’s the champion?
trap, b+tch!
[round 1: clone]
they sayin’ clone shoulda been on url
ain’t n0body askin’ why
stats is high…i ain’t here just passin’ by
d.i. da hennyman? that’s your guy?
‘03 young jeezy: you ‘bout to hear a trapper die (trap or die)!
macs’ll fly! you gon’ be needin’ a doctor’s surface
lots of nurses
one goal and common purpose
i balled out in vip wit’ a glock i purchased
i’ll have henny top lit up: it’s bottle service!
i got him nervous!
he know this ain’t no cheddar chase
i’m a blunt of cocaine: prolly somethin’ he’d never face
this place got my energy pumped!
last call for alcohol! y’all know that hennessey done!
gimme a gun! i been livin’ way too foul!
had to grow up with this flame…j2 child!
i hate dude style!
y’all really gave me this commentator
in my division, he ain’t no common denominator
a common hater, but he will accommodate ya
record how he’d give out awards and nominate ya
my b+tch will slide up wit’ a tre (tray): sonic waiter
and have henny brains on slush: sonic flavors
it’s kinda major
y’all, i just took a bite out of crime
imagine facing 20 years, trying to write out a rhyme
my lawyer had a reb+ttal, decisively fine
i spit the round of my life with my life on the line!
i’m doin’ fine!
you d+mn near can’t entice me to sin
one wrong move, that coulda been my life in the pen
d+mn right i’m happy i beat a rico!
and i’m here for initiation…’bout to get indicted again!
who like you to win!?
nine time outta 10, they losin’ wit’cha
i’m jessica fisher wit’ a clone: too official (two o’fficial)
your hosting career, that appearance was superficial
yeah, you called a few games, then in came a new official
what truly fits you? this n+gga the new tech 9!
hold on before y’all go scrutinize
url gave him the same job to supervise
had him hosting wit’ blac, keepin’ track of these newer guys
even made sure there was room at the end for suicide
who am i!?
i’m a n+gga that’ll fly out your b+tch
wit’ my own cash + i ain’t gotta cry about no chips
they done sn+tched the n+gga right out the mix
i done touched every major platform, and i ain’t have to try out for sh+t
listen, steve! beefing wit’ me? important facts
my n+ggas come kidnap, if it resort to that
250 for your daughter flat
h+ll, i figure with steve young, we could at least get a quarter back
now you forced to rap! we on a two+day plan
f+ck henny! i’m tryna make what i do say (d’usse) land
true made man!
be glad that i offered you wreck
it’s on you, one down
don’t trap me to death
[round 2: d.i. da hennyman]
i got the cheat code to battle rap!
it ain’t no game, cousin
whoever up left down right if i press a b+tton
say somethin’!
you shoulda been watchin’ your step
it’s big mothaf+ckin’ trap, you ‘bout to get left
i’m callin’ you out for perpetratin’, fraudin’ your rep
i know your slogan, but round 2? i’m ‘bout to talk to you to death!
now, er’rybody entitled to somethin’
until that title actually come wit’ fightin’ for somethin’
young boys flexin’ for some ig glory
i tell them n+ggas “cool it!”
they say, “og, that’s my story…(+cl!ck+cl!ck+) and i’m stickin’ to it!”
must be his influence!
just caught a case now, didn’t he?
before you act like you did some tough sh+t, save your energy
boy was on facebook, making too much gang activity
now clone gotta claim it was a fake identity
i mean, it’s great the n+gga free, but we gon’ get sh+t clear!
i seen your court video, i almost shed some tears
he said, “your honor, i’m a battle rapper, and i threw two events just this year.”
he mentioned hitman, conceited, he threw clips in there
the whole wild n’ out cast + he even threw nick in there!
bruh, i was thinking, “d+mn…i’d+a did the same sh+t in there!”
but then he said, “it’s 20,000 battle rappers in the world, and i’m number 16.”
yeah?
n+gga, 20,000 battle rappers in the world
you number 16 where!?
how you say that wit’ a straight face?
man, let me mind my business…
n+gga, you wasn’t number 16 in a tournament with 16 in it!
you was a cigarette away from singing!
why was you crying like that!?
dry your eyes like that!
the title said “battle rapper facing 20 years beats the case”
but you really pled out the time served
why would you lie like that?
see, the difference ain’t in the crime, it’s in the pride ‘bout that
the difference in saying “okay, you caught me, but i’m a good guy.”
and saying “f+ck y’all! take it to trial + i’ll fight back!”
but he is not like that!
they know he p+ssy by the smell!
he ain’t even break the law!
they just booked him because he look like he’d tell!
soon as they took him to the cell, tested everything he stand on!
oh, you mad i’m talkin’ ‘bout your rico?
you shouldn’t have went in the court with the camera on (cam’ron)
y’all know who else lie about sh+t for no reason!? a b+tch!
y’all know who else lie about takin’ a deal!? a s+
i told y’all…i flipped quarters to get ahead!
slept on the floor with my sons, so my daughters could get the bed
i swear shorty a disgrace!
n+gga corny and he fake!
you almost died facing 20…
what you gon’ do when this 40 in your face, n+gga!?
and i’m sure he gon’ explain to y’all today about it
and i guarantee he gon’ be real vague about it
out here doin’ documentaries with major outlets
but not once screamed “free your n+ggas that ain’t made it out yet”
and free my n+ggas, man!
free grip! free shock, man!
and you stopped claiming y’all set!
ain’t no big debate
if there’s one animal you not a clone of…it’s a ape
you f+ckin’ b+tch+ass n+gga! you deserve to get yo’ ass kicked!
give a f+ck if they think you mean! you still average!
give a f+ck you think you a man! you still a actress!
this b+tch look bigger in person, the sh+t a catfish
aim that, squeeze on and clap, it send me backwards
asap i re’ on a (rihanna) pack: it’s fenty savage!
new city, same old henny, just switched the glasses
we can fight! taking a right is a rite of passage!
trap! b+tch!
[round 2: clone]
i be really out here on the grind…wit’ a ratchet
the best slow jams
‘bout business, i ain’t out here to finesse no man
i can relate to everybody that done buried their nana
n+gga, in the past, i done had to let go grams
beefing wit’ me!? you can’t rest yo’ fam’!
just to snoop, my dog run in yo’ sh+t like it’s death row… d+mn!
‘fore this tec blow, let’s throw hands
y’all, i promise to drop henny: this a 12+step program
the left go ham!
i’m undisputed! d+mn a chart!
used to go back+and+forth with a smith, but planned it smart
nowadays? skip, right past talkin’, and damage start
i’ll have a sig (cig’) sitting right by henny: i’m shannon sharpe
if the cannon spark, it’s too late to save yo’ pack
let it flash from the tre: that’s a wade throwback
i told my ratchet, “babe, we can’t hold back!
it’s just me, hennessy and you…(+kiss+)
let’s make a dej loaf track!”
i made those racks!
i really get cheese when i choose to!
back then, we didn’t need a reason to shoot you!
was just a young thug with a gunner (gunna)
always knew i was gonna…grow up pushin’ p’s in the future!
n+gga, with that drank, i learned how to let lean go and sell it
using codewords, you had to learn lingo to sell it
we got rid of ice like suge knight goons
my uncle whipped up drugs (drugz) too!
and that n+gga looked like moon
with that spoon, i swear it wasn’t no grams safe
in the kitchen, that n+gga whipped you up a snowman plate
eight ounces, like a whole d+mn steak
colin with the camera: i watched yay (ye) get the whole fam’ straight
i’ll take you to school!
i teach fools a proper lesson
raise a arm quick as a kid that got a question
the whole squad go postal on you without addressin’
n+gga, that’s 20 different hands on henny: we bottle+blessin’!
stop your flexin’!
n+gga, stop your flexin’!

i’m f+ckin’ this n+gga up!

stop your flexin’!
we ain’t enemies, is we?
these hands will get to workin’ like assemblies busy
get smacked up ‘til hennessy dizzy
i’m talkin’ so jacked up, his new name gon’ be tennessee whiskey
this was risky!
this was risky!
this was risky!
this was risky!
you gon’ end up put on the shelf!
double shot had henny all full of himself!
walk a straight line, or end up with the light in your specs
with the finger touchin’ the nose, no sobriety test!
who eyein’ me next? y’all can get followed like any trend
work a chrome 23 prolly better than remy can
load the minivan, we gon’ slide by hennyman!
have that b+tch soundin’ like the beginning of “many men”
listen, hennyman! i done rhymed enough
you ain’t figured out by now? these n+ggas lined you up!
in rhyming, you suck!
be glad that i offered you wreck
it’s on you, you down two
don’t talk me to death

[round 3: d.i. da hennyman]
that’s fire, that’s fire
let’s work! let’s work! let’s work!
let’s work!
aye, i hate when n+ggas reach, bro
stole is all she gets you
like when n+ggas try to mix “clone” with “cologne”
how? ain’t no og in you
and hear how this n+gga rap!
“y’all just pray for us!
we got clone and henny + i do say (d’usse) it’s tough!
i had scales to the ceiling, i’m way too up
i’ll split you like a cigarillo”
bro…aye…

[clone]
what’s good?

[d.i. da hennyman]
i hate your guts
see, them first rounds was just introductions!

[clone]
sh+t was light

[d.i. da hennyman]
them first rounds was just introductions!
now we ‘bout to change up!
that’s right! smack white: i’m ‘bout to f+ck your name up!
you take the dna of one animal, species unknown
combine the egg, give it some time
once the embryo’s shown
you stick that in the uterus, and that’s what makes it a clone
just like tyrone…boy need p+ssy to feel he grown
heard you got a son on the way! congratulations
aye, you did that, n+gga…
how you expect him to be a man and you ain’t been that, n+gga?
better hope the cold n+gga genes don’t fit that n+gga
or else we gon’ have another f+ckin’ clone…of the same b+tch+ass n+gga!
why would you start this mess?
here’s where you start distress
you know most clones is born wit’ a heart defect
i guess that’s the reason why you ain’t got the heart to step
aye! i thought most of clone wars start wit’ wrecks!
aye! and tell don he next!
matter fact, watch this!
¡tema terre no pregunte porque copy check!
i+ woo! yeah, that was spanish right there
¡tema terre no pregunte porque copy check!
that .45 got six in it…¡cuatro, cinco, seis!
after i give uno…
tell don he next!
matter fact, watch this!
no+
oh, f+ck that sh+t!
¡no me terre no pregunte porque copy check!
that .45 got six in it…¡cuatro, cinco, seis!
after i give uno, dos, tres, ¡no habla inglés!
it’s me! obi+wan ken0bi, the one!
versus gemini man…clone is my son
that’s why i had to whip yo’ ass tonight! don’t get embarrassed
‘cause like the difference between a twin and a clone, it’s apparent (a parent)
man… man+ man+
f+ck the star wars! why he on this card for!?
uno know he ain’t wild! why you even draw for (four)?
stand up straight and act like a man + i’m waitin’!
f+ck, is clone high? why you so animated?
i am the guy, clone
had a dark life + look in these eyes, clone
you will never reign in wins + i see why, clone
will he ever hit this stage again? i don’t know, clone!
like borrowin’ bread from bad newz, you a foe, clone
brand+new bel+air jawn: i had to show clone
it’s easier to stick to the script when you ain’t know, clone
you are not my bro, clone!
you’re broke, clone, and i’m the fu+…
f+ck if you rocked designer (desiigner) in the past
it ain’t no clone in the future, n+gga
i know name+flipping your thing, but trappers the best flippers
they gave me clone, my name henny + i rep liquor (replica)
yo, bring me the next n+gga! i’m chillin’, gettin’ paid
and life ain’t never gave us lemons…but look at the men it made (minute maid), n+gga!
they ask me why i got so many kids and still hustle
that type of sh+t come from somebody ain’t feel struggle
my kids my title wins, so one day i’mma chill humble
11 kids, so that’s 11 trophies like bill russell
and trap law…if they ain’t got sh+t to say, they gon’ hate anyway
f+ck uno! real n+ggas play spades anyway, n+gga
take a picture! real n+ggas don’t last long
d.i. da hennyman, i’m the reason the yak gone, n+gga

[round 3: clone]
you d+mn near f+cked up everything ‘bout that round
except one thing…i am ‘bout to be a father
but that whole angle about my son?
bro, i’m having a daughter
and your spanish…what the f+ck!?
he gotta go!
i only got one spanish word for this n+gga: ¡adios!
aye, bro!
what you really came here to do!?
talk about my relationship?
that i got two chicks that i forced to be with me?
n+gga, that just mean i can f+ck my b+tch in front of my b+tch, and they forced to forgive me
truth be told, i got asked “why you warring with henny?”
they say “clone, let’s go to chrome, have a foursome with remy”
i bet you still gotta sneak and cheat wit’ your baby moms
am i right, or i’m wrong?
my world? multiple girlfriends, maya and joan
from buying a home, to gettin’ out this rico spot
f+ck hennessy! i need some casamigos shots!
we’ve been fighting for rights since rosa parks got ugly for buses
trust me, it’s ruckus
ain’t sh+t lovely or luscious
police leave us bl++dy and cuff us
i thought john singleton was the only n+gga gettin’ lucky wit’ justice
but f+ck this!
steve! aye, steve!
what kind of rapper are you?
paid to battle aye verb in the lunchroom
steve…what kind of trapper are you?
cause it seems you ain’t much of a capture
plus your struggling factors
in yo’ trap, they hustlin’ backwards
verbal warzone, they let you rap on plenty of beats
you be at gates of the garden for a bargain, percentage they keep
main stages? not any he reached
whole career been like happy hour…
n+ggas gettin’ henny for cheap!
they pimping your speech!
you been in a hustler’s shoes
you ain’t doin’ enough to make these people trust in your moves
you just out here trying to double your views
screaming “you for the trappers!”
think about the customers too!
who f+ck with this dude!?
you really just disguised as a chump
always braggin’ ‘bout who you put on…
how ‘bout you keep quiet for once!?
you soundin’ like a prideful punk!
henny influenced ryda…
is that why he be driving drunk!?
you guys a front! you don’t bring no visual arts
‘cause of my sk!lls, my n+gga billz said “i’ll give you a start”
p told me “don’t be missing your mark.
you give trap back words, maybe we can get you a part!”
i’ll pick you apart! you gon’ get the full+out blitz
you having 11 kids tells me you don’t pull out sh+t!
these hollow tips? they all strangers to me
i don’t know ‘em!
so i’mma trust them only far as i can throw ‘em!
i been living single, really raised clientele
i’m from the ‘90s + we really got saved by a bell
in the house with all that, stockin’ some money
on my big comfy couch, i had molly for dummies!
it’s not even funny!

[d.i. da hennyman]
i don’t really know what that means

[clone]
it’s not even funny!
my only concern was bread only
wasn’t bred phony
i had n+ggas that bled on me
keep the lead on me
so as soon as i feel envy, i’ll spill henny…like “this for my dead homies”
you dead, homie!
they done throwed me a body
yeah, i’m clone…at least now you know who to copy
you was sacrificed since they called and told you, you got me
you’ll be lucky if somebody else told you, you got me!
body, n+gga!

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