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urltv - tech 9 vs rich dolarz lyrics

[round 1: tech 9]
s.p.i. two t.a.g.e
y’all m-th-f-ckas get it right, wayne a.v.e
goodz, i know exactly what you mean n-gg-
another skinny leg jean n-gg-
you act up i got the beam n-gg-
‘smooth criminal’, i light ya block up like it’s ‘billie jean’ n-gg-
don’t try to front, go ‘head and try to scheme n-gg-
i’m knockin’ on your door for that candy it’s halloween n-gg-
i wanna do him dirty, but i gotta keep it clean n-gg-
“rich dolarz beats tech 9” h-lluva dream n-gg-
i knew you was a body bag before the body bag
cause everybody you battled put you in a body bag
goodz: body bag
hitman: body bag
young miles put your body bag in a body bag
black gloves, nhl hockey masks
then ride through the bronx in the same bronco that oj had
rich dolarz, psst, i got real money
i got enough to pay bill gates bail money
plus i’m stingy that b-tch won’t get a bill from me
madoff rappers, all y’all do is steal money
you f-ck with bimbo b-tches
face like kimbo, b-tches
like to play a lot of games; nintendo b-tches
me? i f-ck with models, movie stars, i got ten doe b-tches
if i woke up witcha broad i’d prolly jump out the window vicious
i ran into ya aunt, told her to hop in my car
said, “what’s that thing that y’all be doin’ when y’all be lockin’ y’all jaws?”
she said, “better yet i’ll show you” and start toppin’ me off
i bust, she went to spit out, i said, “not in my car.”
pulled over, told her to spit that sh-t out in that lawn
she jumped out i took off and start beepin’ the horn
she ran into the middle of the street like, “wait a minute! [?]”
soon as the light turn green a n-gg- was gone
i’ll do drive-bys, no face all you see is the arm
k!ll a n-gg- like cigarettes, forget the reason i’m calm
t with a cap, any other reason be wrong
i wrecked his mook, feel like i got a dot in my mobb
and y’all how i damage him, turkey breast sandwich him
you might as well do a rap song with charles hamilton
y’all both ugly and y’all both scramblin’
you prolly play the penny machine when you be gamblin’
i should smack you then or better yet smack ya men
this clown runs with an all white boy that claims he african
that’s backwards then
football tackle him
dwight howard with the rock, i post and then back him in
ain’t no love lost, how much a snub cost?
you duck sauce, a can of that spray will get this bug off

{smack calls time}

[round 1: rich dolarz]
this is a great way to start off the year
cause i mean takin’ tech was the easiest decision of my career
they called me and said, “we got that cash. just think about it rich.”
i said, “yes” on the spot, i ain’t have to think about sh-t
see when god brought you we all thought you was philly’s savior
’til i seen you in that ring and t-rex ate ya
spittin’ all that dumb sh-t, you can’t rap no harder way (hardaway) so like penny it’s clear you ain’t the one sent (cent)
then you battled goodz and you made him look like hannibal
dawgs couldn’t bare (bear) to see how much he damaged you
you said the judges was cheaters, but after lookin’ at the camera view
them cats would’ve been lyin’ (lion) if they said you did well (whale) against the animal
n-gg- you think you funny and you really hot
n-gg- the only thing funny is you really not
stop talkin’ like you really run philly aak
you a little n-gg- and we all know that’s gillie block
plus there ain’t no street in you
plus you ugly as h-ll when you look like the beetlejuice
you be in the er when my heater shoot
yeah you gon’ need a tube, one to catch p-ss and the other just for feeding you
he a stupid n-gg-, he wifed his girl cause honey right
but she strip and give head to get her money right
so every night i put my b-lls in her mouth and never let the wh-r- breathe
she remind me of pizza, toppin’ for (four) cheese
you put woman on a pedestal
i’ll put woman on a strip, give me revenue
i’m winnin’ cause of better moves
so if the block get hot like mayweather, still i would never lose
you say corny sh-t that make n-gg-s mad
so i’ma k!ll you usin’ sitcoms since you make n-gg-s laugh
you trash talk and you grindin’ the blow
you don’t never get a deal you’ll never go diamond or gold
you a joke with your rhymin’ and flow
you will never experience of bein’ signed feel (seinfeld), this ain’t a comedy show
your lie so amazing, cause n-gg- how you paid when
you take trips to the motel 6, you spend ya days inn (in)
i’m a hilton n-gg-, that’s why i can’t stand these b-tches
like jamie foxx i don’t stay in a hotel unless his fans see in it
i robbed him, i threw his chips in a bag
told him to get out of his car then i whipped ’til i crash
he had kenny g playin’ so i went for a rag
and i cleaned my fresh prince (prints) off the wheel (will) while i listened to jazz
i couple drips my n-gg-s hand me
even when i’m drunk n-gg-s know not to scam me
i send his brother miles when that blam squeeze
cause like ‘moesha’ i’m still on queue (q) when i’m f-ckin’ with that brandy

[round 2: tech 9]
what up pop off?
after this battle y’all tryin’ to pop off?
all you gon’ see is his neck and that head pop off
you’ll think i was a cab driver the way i drop off
pine-sol and bleach water the way i mop off
this is like the majors vs the minors
a broke n-gg- vs a grinder
an undercard rapper tryin’ to battle a headliner
all my n-gg-s bring ya forks when we go into that diner
[?] with the jews they prolly made yo’ sh-t in china
you p-ssy; v-g-n-
my b-tch fine…rihanna
house so big we play manhunt i can’t find her
i call her on the phone like, “b-tch meet me in the shower
poppin’ all night long pills we gon’ some [?]”
grab richie by his yankee hat, beat the bleep out him
take his watch, take his money, beat the sneaks out him
what you know about wet p-ssy wit’ low mileage?
hair stylist, payin’ her way through college
nothin’
you f-ck with hoodrats that be huffin’
sellin’ they welfare stamps for half off them b-tches busted
your b-tches need to be gun b-tted
put in front of a subway train and run from it
you soft duke
thinkin’ no one can harm you
i warned you
kick you in the stomach then punch my arm through
i heard your rap cd is in the bag with dog p–p
we all shoot, ready for war when they call troops
your call truce, you like to get sh-t squashed
pop off?
this ya squad?
either i’m goin’ blind or this b-tch is fried
or ashton kutcher got ya boy on the ripley’s ride
since middle school i had f-cked up behavior
town watch didn’t like me, i was the f-cked up neighbor
i was ’bout 13 the first time i f-cked up paper
yola comin’ in, kept my fingers on the razors
tryin’ to bounce back, piles of money, i gotta count that
i’m old school like peanut b-tton on a mouse trap
you talk sh-t and run ya mouth trap
f-ck a handgun a bb gun’ll put a hole in his house rat
say whatchu know about that?
whatchu know about packs?
whatchu know about clips?
whatchu know about macs?
you don’t know about sh-t, you don’t know ’bout crack
you don’t even come outside; house cat
put the gun to his head, shoot through the right side
bullets goin’ through his earring and break the one on the left side

[round 2: rich dolarz]
i already knew i was battlin’ tech
cause when i first heard him i was never impressed
so me beatin’ him is somethin’ i would never expect
besides he f-ckin’ ugly and he never could dress
you a b-m, get ya swagger right, plus you ain’t half as nice
so i’ma put you in a box, the casket type
a couple shots will make you rock, if i blast it right
so the tool’ll turn you to food, only maggots like
yeah i break rules like a ape move
own a couple pumps but yeah i bring the blades through
my two spanish homies, yeah they bring the gauge through
and ironically they names are “angle” and “jesus”
he named himself after a gun
well on a beat mack 10 will make you look like a m-ssacre
calicoe will rap you up and embarr-ss ya
in the fight klub that dipset n-gg- will make you look average cause
you trash and you ain’t on 40’s cal’iber
you a boss? well n-gg- where ya handle at?
he snitchin’? i k!ll him, i dismantle that
like your choice, either the knife or i’ma let the hammer clap
i’ll let this pest decide (pesticide) that’s how i handle rats
i run up on him with the mask off like, “empty ya pockets before i let the mag off”
like, “give me the cheddar.”
n-gg- i want the cash dawg cause gettin’ this cheese is somethin’ i got a craft (kraft) for
so don’t even try to act hard
i be slavin’ ya child have him plantin’ weed seeds in my back yard
then i get cheddar like amar’e
i had to put his son in the garden and get my (k)nicks better
i smashed his girl, she call me her favorite
i make her happy when i pipe, i’m amazin’
yeah i’ll make ya dame wet
and she leave my home g-y cause everyday i give her the same s-x
i’ma show you i’m a mean child, run up on ya shorty and choke her ’til she fiend now
ya chick i’m robbin’, i’m takin’ all the green now
cause when i put the eagle and hawk to ya bird i bet she scream “ow”
tech, you just a funny n-gg- that worthy
you not a rapper, you just a wannabe eddie murphy
see my man bagged his girl and of course he piped it
he said she teach college and her brain is priceless
he nutted on her after he s-xed her, she gave him coochies
in other words, tech’s dream girl gave my buddy love, now she a nutty professor
this ain’t a movie
the next day he found out, now he callin’ startin’ fights
now he mad so he hit the apollo and seen a shorty he like
delirious cause shorty right
this d-ckhead went in her raw in a harlem night
now, within 48 hours you got aids and they don’t know what to do witchu
cause to survive you need the golden child cause your doctor can do little (dr. dolittle)

[round 3: tech 9]
s.p.i. two t.a.g.e
y’all m-th-f-ckas get it right, wayne a.v.e
i’ma show you how i get it when i ride on you
sawed up shotgun, i got the driver view
when the lights turn red, i pull on side of you
no more tough talk the b-tch come outta you
“where you come from n-gg-?”
“i followed you
from ya b-tch crib. the one with the [?].”
this the end of the road, no more problems duke
shotgun fragments, they break inside of you
a car go, it’s like a car show
a car go…then another car go
clothes changin’ like the hosts at the award show
ya squad full of b-tches, y’all like a broad show
video game gangstas, ‘grand theft auto’
i’m in a stick shift, whip it like an auto
dope boy music, i got the hard flow
my flow hot water, i’m usually where the hard go
call me “short stuff”
i’ll have the doc pluggin’ them cords up
infected gun wounds your whole body will pour puss
they lookin’ for gangstas, no wonder they sought us
i’ll tie you to the back of a tour bus
then take the long route
i get mad and pour my joint out
i know what ya song’s ’bout
ya music’s -ss cheeks
i’m in shape like an athlete
i’m in ya crib with my foot up on ya sofa and my feets ashy
lil’ n-gg- i’m nasty
i fart and i got gas sheets
they was supposed to give me one of the top battle rappers, they gagged me
look at this d-mn geek
you in a standstill
i pull that hand steel
it ain’t gon’ be no funk group when i get this man drill (mandrill)
bullets h-t the door and some shatterin’ the windshield
you’ll lose control of your wheel, the car’ll do a windmill
50 took nine, imagine how ten feel
weed, liquor and percocets, i’m on my tenth pill
you look like you play tennis
and stack paper clips to the ceilin’
hopin’ that one day you gon’ be in the book of guinness
calm down waldo, i’m not with the f-ckin’ gimmicks
another bronx rapper, i can goods (goodz) and rip the top off like popeye do to spinach
that ain’t a diss n-gg-
i was just makin’ up some sh-t n-gg-
they say i f-cked rich’s girl! i’d rather beat my d-ck n-gg-
i still got that one hitter- quit n-gg-
and i’m tryin’ to test it out on a b-tch, n-gg-
you frail, you got michael symptoms
lil’ andrew bynum
quit b-tchin’ and check the rock n-gg-

{smack calls times}

[round 3: rich dolarz]
tech you trash just embrace it
i’m 100 steps ahead of you n-gg- so who you racin’?
you tryin’ to keep up, you watchin’ me in amazement
ya eyes stay glued cause i’m who you tryin’ to keep pace wit’
you better run when that thang spit
two sh-lls from the chrome, ya dome and ya brains split
talkin’ all that gang sh-t on how you reign cliques
please, i heard in jail you was rick james b-tch
and he got raped by michael, someone should smack this guy
cause when it was done, he still gave jackson 5
see i wanna be makaveli but y’all b-tch and tw-t
y’all screamin’ “thug life” like y’all grippin’ glocks
so in a round y’all itch a lot cause i’m allergic to soft n-gg-s and y’all a bunch of chicken pox
i tell his girl like, “give me head. it ain’t optional.”
then i’ma hook her (hooker) like a prost-tute
then i jumped in a fusion, ran her -ss over, i gave that sl-t pain
cause i know gettin’ hit by a ford must sting (mustang)
so you better stop all that brave sh-t
cause i show you how sharp a n-gg-‘s blades get
ya homie’s blood, my homies rep the same sh-t
and they’ll still put a .9 to five, no day shift
i show you what the blam does, plus i could fight iron mike, no hand gloves
i’m the man cuz
your shorty blow, then the whole crew join, that’s my fan club
this brother said he wanna brawl, play those rings
so i turned into street fighter gave ’em kato’s swings
fatality mortal kombat when i spray those things
that’s what i did to tech kin (tekken) cause i don’t play those games
i’m a nightmare, i bring death to dreams
don’t talk philly murder rate and the tec’s y’all squeeze
cause joseph jihad got punched in the face, got y’all battlers lookin’ extra sweet
and ness got beat up by a n-gg- that way less than me
n-gg-s say i’m disrespectful, my sh-t is rude
so i woke up this morning, thinkin’ what sh-t to do?
millz did f-ck, mysonne did [?], that sh-t was cool
see i already what sh-t i’m about to do
the heat’ll make him sh-t in ya pants
then i’ma rob you and rob you and then sh-t on ya man
suck my d-ck if you like tech, i sh-t on ya fans
and if you reach for a pound i’ma sh-t on ya hand
we both got bars but stupid n-gg-, my sh-t a problem
no comparison, we ain’t got sh-t in common
cause when i rap cats scream, “you the sh-t n-gg-”
when you rap cats scream, “you ain’t sh-t n-gg-!”
when i run up on you i’m lettin’ sh-t fly
take everything that you own like the sh-t’s mine
on some real sh-t i’ll tell him what i’m ’bout to do
you talk sh-t, get the sh-t slapped out of you

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