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urltv – t-top vs. bigg k lyrics

[round 1: bigg k]
they said, “you battling t-top…on smack…in a small room…
you know they ain’t gon’ treat you fair
i said, “it can’t be that much of a small room…he in there”
i’m ’bout to breeze through, with ease, too
you ’bout to beat who? where?
it’s obvious you well-rounded, i can see you square
but they say, “be prepared
k, you bout to meet the bear.”
t’ll (tea) get thrown like a drink in the queen of england chair
three from the chrome
squeezin’, leakin’, while he wheeze for air
this chop’ got a fan and a stand (stan) that don’t bleach his hair
be aware
the goons play on the block where you stay
they’ll both slide up, soon as you pop in 2k
spray up your place
top finna get shot in fuquay
the snake on a plate: it’s not dinner with bobby boucher
this doomsday
you ’bout to get some vintage k
think it’s sweet, ’til top torched: creme brulee
f-ck the ops
we don’t got to take the pistol play
stomach shots
got the ribbon on top, like christmas day
you soft body, all weak
john gotti, on beat
and got the nerve to end your rounds with “concrete.”
my first impression: i don’t know what the h-ll he meant
this stick’ll leave a mark like wet cement
he bent
i ride on you
h-llraiser: clive barker
you fightin’ luke skywalker wit’ a flyswatter
i came home on papers, they had to file on you
ankle monitor: turn your sweats to highwaters
and they was on the tuxedo concords
i had to see three p.o.’s (c-3po): it wasn’t star wars
i needed money, i split a zone to all fours
you needed money, you get the phone and call norbes
we different
you ain’t mr. big time, this sh-tty b-tch lyin
you signed on the dotted line, stayin’ in line
i’m coast-to-coast, making playin’ plays
go and get mine
catching bands (bans) in every state, toting six .9’s (6ix9ine)
we different
the game’ll turn you spiteful
you from a cl-ss of battlers that never had to earn the t-tle
i split, ’cause of politics, and broke a worthless cycle
they had to learn to live without me
they had to learn to like you
we different
i make a rug when his -ss get k!lled
you ain’t a bear – you’s a teddy graham in a gl-ss of milk
i load up the -ssault rifle
sit there and laugh
and watch it be a a.r. that split a bear in half

[round 1: t-top]
it’s t-top vers’ lil’ k
n-gg-, i’m proud of you
’cause you was on king of the dot
making power moves
i mean, you never got the chain, so what?
we don’t count it, dude
we know when the system in play, n-gg-s is bound to lose
correct me if i’m wrong
’cause i don’t never want to sound confused
but you battled conceited, and got a couple hundred thousand views
you wasn’t valuable, so organik just started scoutin’ dudes
and then you started drowing in the bottom of the talent pool
so check your att-tude
you seen what i did to avenue
i got them two k’s plus a hit stick
i play madden, too
trap n-gg- – i could hit the stove, turn a half in two
we hit a lick together?
b-tch, i’ll make you turn your half in, too
i grab the tool
tell me, is you with the sh-t today?
you get whacked with a hundred (wack 100), and need st-tches in your face
i’m under his tree, every single christmas with the gauge
let it ring your mouth, ’cause every kiss begin with k (kay)!
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch!
they said “top, you been surviving off performance alone
small-room, back to the bars – leave performance alone
he need street credit.”
cool – i’m performing alone (a loan)
but you gotta meet some requirements to call this your home
now i ain’t saying i’m no activist
but we ain’t gonna sit up here and act as if
he ain’t turn his back and quit on a brother’s regular cracker sh-t
all you had to do was battle…n-gg-, that was it!
you got your cash and split
gave beasley and them yo’ -ss to kiss!
that’s word to wakanda he don’t belong in this battle sh-t
’cause every time he gotta prove he one of us, he just flap his lip!
i’m mad as sh-t!
jab his lip
tell him to knuckle up, or dump the pump
n-gg-s can get whatever the f-ck they want
you better brace your legs, you ever think about running up
cause the four is (forrest) my best friend like i’m bubba gump!
what you want?
i’ll leave a n-gg- flesh on the steps
bow! bow! bow!
now his head getting stretched
i could’ve used one shot just to settle the mess
but i think three moves a head (ahead) like i’m better in chess
i give ’em the business
shoot a n-gg- dead in his neck!
and whoever next to ken (kin) will inherit the rest!
i mean, look
you been played for this league, but got overlooked
they draft me
i show them how a franchise supposed to look
they know about my moms, my past: my life an open book
robberies scheduled all year: n-gg-, i’m overbooked
they g-ssed you
i mean, you dope – you just overcooked
you even missed your shot on cort’ (court) when you had the open look
i wrote the book
i showed them how to saw off a gauge
not a glock
one shot? he getting tossed off the stage
if we box, it’s gonna turn into a brawl from a fade
cause when i pop
ken’ll (kennel) have to call his dogs out the cage
first i heard pinkface is what they called you in norfolk
then asked my street n-gg-s
they said they never saw you in norfolk
i got mad like, “n-gg-, y’all sure he’s from norfolk?”
cause if i get an ocean view
i leave his body on a sh-r- up in norfolk
they said you didn’t do the time for no robbery: it was burglary
tell the truth – if you getting tired of me, n-gg-, murder me
nina young
don’t nothin’ slide in her but a thirty piece
and mac old
sh-t, it’s his “90th anniversary”
hold up, you was locked up for breakin and entering, bruh?
aight i know y’all jokin’
he used to wait ’til b-tches go to work
and see if they left their doorkn-bs on
the 45 smoke him
bow! you gotta live with that
i put a big k in your face: let’s have a mirror-match!
pistol-whip his b-tch and his baby
now don’t cheer for that
just know i left his little white circle seeing stars like a steelers hat
now how real is that!?
you crackers can’t come for my spot
the way i tend to bars, i could’ve left rum on the rocks
thought he was nervous when he got dumped off the docks
’cause the rope was above his waist and left his stomach in knots
concrete!

[round 2: bigg k]
i roll a motherf-ckin’ hogleg
this pistol popping, catch him shopping, paint the mall red
when your big homie gotta keep your dogs fed
don’t get your big brody hit with a baldhead
i got the .50 drawn
i came to get it on
you frontin like you gorilla strong: you diddy kong
they running around actin like i did the city wrong
i heard when i was out of town puttin the city on
and what was they doin but ridin d-ck
make me want to say “f-ck rap!” and buy a brick
shake the town, break it down, by the zip
i’mma play with 29, i’m stashin’ a michael vick
learn the lingo
chalice is full of vino
plugs named chico
houses in santa domingo
push a el camino
y’all with a pink flamingo
taught me to play my cards
let’s get these chips – bingo!
three dice, c-lo
right in front of the b low
turn to the streets, ’cause they ain’t find us a hero
f-ck it, thats how it be doe
pluck it in front of zeroes
they can say whatever, they’ll never say it to me tho’
i’m with the hard hitters
cuban cigars clippers
p-ssing plates ’round the table with the mob members
you gon’ f-ck around and get your whole squad injured
for pullin up sideways like the bartenders
when you have no help, you gotta do things
like when i had no belt, i got a shoe string
long as battle rap pay me, this a new scheme
just get the cheese, then it’s gravy: that’s a poutine
i still take the whole check from a few fiends
from where they blowin’ hoop dreams over mood swings
and the man dont matter if the coupe clean
you f-ckin’ b-tches with fake b-tts and b–b rings
let’s get the cooking
i sling it in the oil
cut the flame on high and bring it to a boil
all over the seven, i really know the soil
played the game right, and to the victor go to spoils
i blow the best of buds
money, s-x and drugs
we dont even lift a fork, til we bless the grub
extendo grippin’, i fill a chest with blood
the thirty hangin’ out, it’s not a grown and s-xy club
bet that
you ain’t even catch that
this ain’t xanny and lean, designer dress rack
you still supplying checkers for a chess match
while we applyin’ pressure til the neck snap
step back or get stretched out, you can’t win
hard life, been stressed out since age ten
now they know what the set ’bout: we made men
you gonna poke your chest out, and get it caved in!

[round 2: t-top]
i said, i always keep it real with my fans
i never switch my role
before i come and spit some bullsh-t
i’d rather dig my hole
i dont write bars
every battle i give my soul
the game tailor-made
and i was suited with them zips and zones
my uncle was a blazer
he light that pipe soon as he get it home
you was cuffed
linked to a n-gg- until your sentence known
i never slack
turkey bag full of weed
i had to twist the bowls
but no matter how i address it
y’all still gon’ say kenneth cold (cole)!
this gettin old
y’all dont remember the sh-t i did to sno
i been whoopon crackers in the ring
im ridd-ck bowe
should i used the snub or the long john
like its getting cold
just know it ain’t no handshake after i pick a nose
really doe?
y’all went to pay kenneth for me
knowin sh-t would get dreadful
should’ve saved kenneth for reed
paying nuggets?
y’all really sold kenneth the dream
cause now he stuck behind bars like kenneth supreme
your whole squad got monopoly money
i made a chess board
scrabble up what you wanna buy, but just expect more
sorry its trouble
i got the tech drawn
and dot filling holes across his body
like why would you play with the connect 4
yeah, you went to jail, oh well
i’m not impressed, fraud
they prolly had you dryin’ wet drawers after mess hall
i let one ring from the arm: brett favre!
make it rain on the white boy: we smellin’ wet dog!
and speaking of dog, if he at the crib, we homeward bound
i’m ridin’ with go-getters
tell ’em take this smoke, or snoop on your own n-gg-
at last, he folded – i guess the n-gg- know better
had the white boy shootin’ his dog: old yeller!
and if i can make you k!ll your n-gg-, that mean you p-ssy, fam
if you wasn’t comfortable up in norfolk, you should’ve took a stand
instead, a n-gg- from another city came and took your hand
protected you so much, your daughter gon’ look like brooklyn hanz!
and your grandmother a neanderthal cave b-tch
she see you rappin’ with colored folks and did that rollin’ in the grave trick
you ain’t sh-t
and we ain’t never seen you keep the beam
if you a pimp with a mac, why we ain’t never seen pinkie ring?
and in your last battle, you said you spit a loogie as long as the green mile
lets take a walk, g
you’ll get shot in between bars, if you taunt me
the metal burnin’ his top like “old sparky”
and everything i speak fly like john coffee!
i been gritty!
run in your trap, the grinch wit’ me
i was stealing the base with two .4’s (44): i’m ken griffey!
where i’m from, in carolina, my n-gg-, you couldn’t come there
rolla whooped your man’s -ss in the streets and had you dumb scared
john punked you at the last event with no gun there
and math made you apologize in chicago
and, n-gg-, he ain’t even from there!
yeah, we heard about your times in the shop
when you got yo’ -ss checked
we know, minus the bullsh-t, that situation can add stress
but you never solved the problem
thought about him, had yo’ -ss plexed
you the only white n-gg- i know that couldn’t p-ss a math test
hold on, i got another for ya
’cause math was about to do a number on ya
we all started to call your bluff but n-body had a number for ya
n-gg-, we was gunning for you ’cause they say kenny amazin
well, if he try angles (triangles), i k!ll him and keep a secret like kenny a mason
if he ever spray the n-gg- face, then kenny was macin’!
(-t-top gets time called on him-)

[bigg k]
time. time. yeah, yeah, that’s time, sir. it’s over for you

[round 3: bigg k]
aight, let’s get serious, y’know?

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