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urltv - ryda vs. glueazy lyrics

[round 1: ryda]
(-ryda chooses to go first before nunu nellz even flips the coin-)
i said we finally made it to the main stage!
we finally made it to the main stage, but look what it cost, tho
they let us starve and threw a plate in front of our face like, “which one of you n-ggas want mo’?”
i don’t know if you understand what i’m sayin’, glu’
but you my brother, and i love ya
but in a minute, you ‘bout to become a lost soul
bah! wanna put eazy in the sky…i’ll see you at tha crossroads!
they say, “why battle glu’? that’s your brother!”
i said, “it’s business, if he gotta go, then he gotta go!”
and i don’t really want no friends: i’m in tekashi mode!
you thought you was gon’ get a cult following tonight?
no, pudgy
you ain’t even peep that this was suicide, son: tony dungy
i’ll raise the .50
gun-b-tt your baby mother, stop playin’ wit’ me
hold on, lemme break it down in glueazy terms so y’all say it wit’ me
black n-gga, crack her (cracker) in the head: clayton bigsby!
all the friendship we had before this battle? you can remove that!
long-range: hit him from 40 acres and get the mule back!
they say, “in order to get respect, you gotta-”
boy, i ain’t givin’ you none
all these guns in your arts and crafts
ironically, that’s the only time i ever seen glu’ (glue) stick wit’ a gun
but hold up!
you vers’ danny, chess, shotgun suge, even me
i mean, it was booked last-minute
what, you don’t peep, n-gga?
every time somebody get up out they spot, they put you in the slot
you a seat-filler!
i’m strapped in!
nah, this ain’t twork with amoxicillin, but shots is spittin’
mind ya business
even if he take a lil peep, white boy’ll die from the peelin’! (pillin’)
it’s big business, clips in it
just gettin’ some sh-t lifted
blade work, two to ten, ten t-
you ain’t even peepin’ the shift switchin’!
i predicted the-
nah, nah, i was lookin’ so far into the future, i forgot about the present
i mean, if we bein’ real wit’ it
but tonight, they sayin’ that this could be our moment, glu’…
but i just can’t allow you to live in it!
see, we all about action
y’all n-ggas just be sayin’ the most
i’ll find your big homie and let it off after raising the toast
bow!
now you gotta look to the sky to speak to him of what you think of the most
now the boy out here lookin’ like tariq…tryna learn the f-ckin’ games from a ghost!
i pray you provoked, ‘cause that sh-t will give me wild targets
i’ll be the first n-gga shootin’ outside of smack like kon artis
and to my fans, i apologize
but i had to make sure my next move was right
so i decided to leave the gooonies, y’all…for 24 hours: i’m on a t-top strike!
you fat b-tch!
how you gon’ go on a strike for 24 hours, and then you cop out!?
i should pull a t.i
you know, pull up, hop out, bad b-tches just pop out
one bullet will sit a bear down: college dropout!
and suge, you ain’t excluded from none of the nonsense!
it was all “mr. pocket-check”
until he realized smack wasn’t about to put another check in them pockets!
y’all n-ggas p-ssy! and i mean p-ssy!
but n-ggas get on me
‘cause i got that shawn livingston, nick cannon, juelz santana innocent face
lookin’ like i never bucked a tool
oh, glu’, you think it’s funny?
oh, well, it only gets worse for you
because i also look like the type of n-gga that’ll take yo’ b-tch, d-ck her down, and be leaving you hurt
and you look like the type of n-gga that’ll walk into a restaurant
and lie about your birthday so you could get the dessert
you are two cheeseburgers and a large fry away from a casket
baconator-eatin’ motherf-cker…
you can’t run, so i’ll walk down on you, and that’s when sh-t’ll get drastic
‘cause you know i like to name my guns!
elmer’s
well, twork already put the cal’ on you, but this one was 3d-printed, you b-st-rd
place it under the chin – bow! – and left glu’ leakin’ all over the plastic!
they said, “smack, you made 2.5 off a pay-per-view”
that’s ill…
for 2.5, i’ll k!ll this n-gga for real!
i said, gun-b-tt, gave him the cardi [?]
you know, then the rest was gratuity, ’cause i added that to his bills!
i’m startin’ to feel like nino
you know, we was supposed to take over this building together
but tonight – i mean, yesterday at the mu’f-ckin’ face-off, you decided to switch on fam’
i mean, did i take your b-tch? you had to make a side deal?
or that was all part of your plan?
well, now i’m on the rooftop, lookin’ down at g money, ready to test those cans
and before he died, he said, “am i my brother’s keeper?”
bow! n-gga, yes, i am!
round 1

[round 1: glueazy]
ryda, ryda, ryda…
look, i ain’t gon’ say you p-ssy-p-ssy-p-ssy
but, dawg…you p-ssy-p-ssy
they said this gooonie vers’ gooonie, i gotta k!ll my brother
but truly, if y’all know gluey, i’ve been waitin’ to k!ll this motherf-cker!
you babyfaced gangsta!
well, this sh-t here gon’ be the game-changer
’cause you got the swagger of braxton from jamie foxx, with the face of an eighth-grader
i straight-razor buck-fifty ya face, playa
now driver gotta cut off ryda
woo! i’m lane-changin’!
we main-stagin’!
how you just be makin’ up bodies like morticians?
i blow godbody out god body, then four-fif’ him
two straps out, better move back when glu’ spittin’…
and pray that jesus takes the wheel, or it’s lord willin’
boy chillin’
you the softest out the squad, dawg!
roc won’t even let you in the cave: you a guard dog!
big gun, i could spit at the sun and watch god fall
plus i’mma win the first and third round: i’m an oddball!
i got y’all, i’m about to smoke ryda
that .45 will nickel his (nicolas) cage: i ghost ryda!
no lie! everybody want smoke ’til a gun fire
his bars hot, but my car in the shop: i’mma bust ryda (bus rider)
f-ck ryda! you a male model
and tonight, it’s money over loyalty, tell hollow
we in new york, baby!
this sh-t feel like i did the apollo
i was nervous, hittin’ the lucy like ricky ricardo
grippin’ an auto, and it’s gon’ land on a b-tch like spin the bottle
you gon’ see a white show up on black like vitiligo
b-tch, i followed you
before url just ain’t acknowledged you
here we are, two years later, i gave a shot to you
you always mad at when the fans make comments like they don’t rock wit’chu
that’s why when twork asked me to join, the sh-t got to you
it bothered you
’cause just last year, i was the opp’ to you
been watchin’ you
declined every battle, to keep it hot wit’chu
i’m poppin’ you
get shot in ya ear and see the hospital
now findin’ out if me and bigg k sound alike ain’t even possible!
i’m god to you!
any problems, you can speak your mind on it
but if that hammer pull, you a cannibal
feast ya eyes on it!
you was never greater
you just came out first, like a second-grader
the weapon spray ya
’cause this tec-9 a regulator
i never waited for y’all to do sh-t
i did my own thang
enough that i could leave the gooonies right now, and start my own gang
’cause y’all say we brothers
and i be thinkin’, “this relationship stinks!”
it ain’t what they think
this clique is cl!ckbait: it’s always fake when we link
all we do is drink and smoke weed
and that’s about as far as it goes
then, in the middle of the night, twork leaves us all and go to parties wit’ hoes!
yeah, facts!
ryda’s somewhere doin’ the f-ckin’ “keke challenge”…
and jakk’ at the mall, prob’ly stealin’ some clothes!
but still they say bros, and that’s got me actin’ surprised
’cause now it’s gooonie vers’ gooonie: it’s like you askin’ to die!
so i don’t care if you the shooter and the driver, i’m splashin’ the ride
head shot: put ryda on the p-ssenger side!
we in new york, and that’s the reason they gon’ say you a disgrace
first round…don’t let that fat boy scream in ya face!
carolina, man

[round 2: ryda]
i said…those first rounds were so amazing
but what just happened was so blatant
we are not in the matrix
it’s just me and this white guy havin’ a conversation like…”i am not a racist”
oh…so y’all seen the joyner lucas video?
see, that was my main concern
so y’all already know, once the black man get a chance to speak…that’s when the tables turn
they said that we trippin’ ‘cause we battlin’ each other
yeah, that may be true
but shout out to e. ness, ‘cause this round ‘bout to be crazier than crazy, glu’ (krazy glue)
the gat tucked
boy, i don’t talk much – boy, i just clap stuff
two shots – baow! baow! – he won’t get back up
blade work – aw, sh-t, i’m finna act up
and i’ll be tryna poke glu’ (glue) top in like the cap stuck!
i beg ya pardon
i know his every move when i stalk him
pride, dignity, soul – everything i’m takin’ up off him
it went from skrrt! “i think we lost him”, to a doctor in the waiting room sayin’ they lost him
all because he wanted to rep’ an army of gorillas
you know, like planet of the apes
well, if it was up to me, caesar woulda never made it to talkin’!
yeah, i stood behind you when you battled suge
you know, ‘cause it was gooonie-reppin’ time
but then i also remembered…i watched straight outta compton that morning…
then came to born legacy to see suge f-ck up eazy for the second time
n-gga, i battled twork, drugz, quban
i’ll take this mac (mack) and jack (jakk’) whatever
and after this sick sh-t, eazy gon’ have to call dre and try to get the group back together!
like, “it’s gluey back!”
no, i’ll give gluey this, and gluey that
leave him in an all-white body cast, get gluey wrapped
then throw a blade in his mouth
d-mn, got stuck in his fillings (feelings): it was too attached!
i was the only one in the field willing to make that call when it was 4th & inches!
smack, i was yo’ sixth man of the year
the only one droppin’ 30 comin’ off of the benches!
ryda soft? where!?
p was there, when me and jakk’ was ‘bout to start handlin’ business
he went out the front door, i went out the-
long story short, scruff mcgruff: it was just me and my dog in the trenches
see, you wanna get a win tonight, but it ain’t in god’s will, so it don’t matter
16, .30 – ehhh, i guess i’m goin’ wit’ the ladder (latter)!
for him? this what it comes down to
trifecta, i’ll hit him wit’ the dagger
or i’ll be in the corner, set up, shooter: bobby lee swagger
oh, you know i went to cuba, y’all
wit’ the silk shirts, and i did some rare coppin’
had to gain papi trust
you know…let it ring for service like we was bellhoppin’
but now i’m in nyc, queens
yo, mack mel! set me up on the block!
you know i’mma be fresh as h-ll if the feds watchin’
‘cause now i’m in the apple, goin’ from cell to cell like i’m airdroppin’!
let me hear you owe me money
i’ll catch him slippin’ on the block like…”where he goin’?”
oh…you thought you could just buy bundles from geechi without me knowin’!
i’ll wait ‘til you wit’ that triflin’ b-tch, then let it off as soon as i’m approachin’
bow! left glu’ (glue) all on a b-tch wig – she couldn’t afford the sewin’!
if you feel you can get a win tonight, then go for it, k!lla
but just because your last name driver and i’m ryda (rider), don’t think i’mma play the backseat so you could put on a show for (chauffeur) a n-gga
‘matics shown, cracker gone
leg shot, shatter bones
then proceed to break down glu’ (glue): acetone!
30-clip, ladder long
stranger at your door: “is tamra home?”
this sh-t’ll show you ‘a whole new world’: aladdin song
you peep what i’m tellin’ ya?
i’m just tryna make sure you get the most bucks, ‘eazy: i jerry h-ller ya
or send one of my lil’ goons out just to bury ya
i didn’t even have to put in no work – that was an eazy call like eric bellinger

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