[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
We got Rum motherfuckin' Nitty...
,..Vs "Tango" T-Rex "The Grand Champion"
This shit wild
You wasn't no Crip when we battled the first time...
You ain't no motherfuckin' Crip now!
Set trippin'
Duck, or be some dead bitches
Stalkin', in the bush with the choppers, like hedge trimmers
You ain't no motherfuckin' threat, n***a
This a warm-up game
I came to shoot a round (around) at Rex center! (Rec' center)
Let's get it
You finna die
Got plenty .9s, pick a .9
Choose (chews) a arm, like Pennywise
You took the first win with pride
This is revenge of mine
All I can remember is that time Rex (Tom wrecks): Vanilla Sky
You live a lie, you the worst though
First you was Dot Mobb, but then you turned Loc
You prolly wanted to be Blood with Shine, but then they curved bro
You couldn't pick a turf though
Every month, rockin' (rock in) different colors, like birthstones
Get burst on
Dude fakin', all this actin' like a true gangster
Only gon' get dog house broke in (housebroken)
...You gon' see this shit in the newspaper
Tool blazin', get to poppin' a chrome Wesson
The pole stretch him
I'm a neurologist, a dome-checker
We could throw the hands, no pressure
Don't test him
I'll make Randy run a fade, I'm Dante Culpepper
The Loc extra!
I be with gangstas, most of 'em Crippin'
Some of 'em bleedin' major
Some of 'em all about growth and development, like an incubator
He a hater
WHAT?!
He a hater, kicked Shine from the team just for bein' greater
The main reason I brought out the stock for Rex (Forex)
He a traitor! (trader)
He in danger, Geechi got everybody thinkin' they Crips
He not from the set
I remember when the youth used to copy you and Mook
Y'all freestyles was the best
Nowadays, they act like they Rum Nitty...Nu Jerzey Twork
And T-Top when they Prep!
What you expect!? But he clueless
Don't be stupid, we play ball in the stadium
The whole team ruthless (roofless)
Fuck is he doin'? Just started Rollin'
And gon' be the first Neighbor we see movin'! (move in)
Keep shootin'! I'm tryna give you a halo
I tell my shooter bring mo'
Cause one gun ain't enough, I make sure he "takes two to Tango"
You a lame though
I seen you had Big U up in the hood
But the active members don't really big you up in the hood
Come out West...
Them n***as might B.I.G. you up in the hood!
What's happenin'!?
Get to head-crackin', then neck-snap him
"Kch... Kch... Kch..." It sound like Rex laughin'
I ain't gotta clap at him, just put cash stacks on him
"A'Yo Kato"!... That's a hit on Grand Champion
Baggin' him, get laid out in the dirt after
Died with his eyes wide open, kept starin' up at the stars
Look like the Verb battle
Bitch! You can't keep it real yourself
Suicide (or I'll do the job, you decide, n***a kill yoself)
[Round 1: T-Rex]
Grown-man bars, somethin' he gotta deal wit'
No matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said, it ain't gon' equal up...(to this real shit)
They said they just want Rex to be Rex
Nitty, they just want you to be you
They know Rum gon' punch, they know Rex gon'-
But n***a, I'll shoot at you, too
That shit we did to Brizz on stage, we'll do it to you
What he gon' say!? I recycle the same verses?
Well, they recycle the same verses at funerals, too!
They said Drake wanted the best for this card
Only the big dawgs, they got checks for this card
Now it's Rex, Rum Nitty on Death Do Us Part
We just gon' pull the plug on him and let Death do its part!
This is our second time meetin', won't be a time three
Try me, fuck around and get hit wit' a five-piece
In love wit' the Coco: O.T., Ice-T
You think I'mma let a n***a from Arizona come ice T!? (iced tea)
1-0, n***a!
Wait up
Let me wait up!
Where Drake at?
Where Drake at?
Lemme say this to Drizzy
You know I ain't came here to play no games
Shit, I ain't playin' wit' Nitty!
He got this ass-whoopin' before - this ain't no stranger to Nitty!
He don't want no smoke, not even a puff
He (Puffy) ain't say nothin', did he? (Diddy)
It's no way y'all think he better at rappin'
So him beatin' me...easily...it never will happen
I gotta give some more again (Morgan) after I finished the Captain?
Now it's back to Rum shots: I done fell off the wagon
Play the livewire, you gon' see these shots fired
Metal drawn in his face like eyeliner
Shells jumpin' outta the chopper like skydivers
Try it, chump, 'cause I can pop a pump (Poppa Pump) like Scott Steiner
Understand me, folks
Bring the cameras close
I need my change off top - shit, this man a GOAT (Manigault)
I had the E and the dope, I ran through both
I put the beans in the rice like the Spanish folks
What's the fuss for?
I hustled on Lux floor
Murdered 'em, gave 'em a big amount (bigger mount), I made 'em rush more (Rushmore)
Gun drawn, I don't know, it's a gun law
I'ma let a Hollow tip off, y'all try to jump ball (bul)
That watch be frozen for Glocks he totin'
If a n***a get my jewelry this time it's cause he shot me for it
Big can', big hands, I will not be nervous
When I can shoot with either hand like Kyrie Irving
N***a I ain't with the promo props
I take a n***a out the picture like he photoshopped
I got more guns than I know I got
I mean for real, I got so much steel that I could build a Robocop
N***a ya style, is the same shit
You ain't changed since
Just punchlines
Name flips
But I'm sorry bro, to me this is cardio
A straight win(d)
See I'm leavin' wit' this n***a head
It's only round one but...
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Grew up around some real Crips
Taught me how to hold my heat straight, squeeze .8
Was real Crippin' that taught me how to stay dangerous and see safe
Street ways, how to whip it up like free-base, keep shake
How to stack my blue strips and... how much a ki' weigh! (Keeway)
But he fake... on Keeway n***a, that's Crip in Swahili
They finna wanna put you off in yo' set
That ain't nothin' good, understood?
After this head on collision. we gon' see Rex (wrecks) with another hood
I get to shootin', .50 boomin', chest shot!
He gon' stretch out and die, like Whitney Houston
Hol' up (x4)
Y'all think I'm talkin' 'bout the bathtub
Y'all n***as stupid
I said stretch out and die ("And I") like Whitney Houston!
If we get into it, you get your block spinned
Tryna hide the bodies after I drop shit
In the trunk of an old Nissan is where the Dots in (Datsun)
Blik' off the waist, it's a mopstick
Modified it, to a fully
Put a switch in (switchin') his face, like The Watchmen
Top split, we don't play 'round
We was travelin' with the work on us, makin' out of state rounds
Before you was bettin' on the Grand Champion
I was puttin' it all on the Greyhound
Get laid down
Or be a vegetable, I'll stretch you too
I'm tryna make a point outta Dot, like a decimal
FN blowin', like a ref' whistle
Boy I'll do you foul, with the hands T; technical
This a death mission, you done let them n***as throw you in the cave
For you it's a lose/lose, cause you know you gettin' slayed
*cnk-cnk* I'll up a .40 at his gang
This'll point (disappoint) at his hood
Now they Rollin' in they grave!
I heard you got yo' ass whooped, by ICE mans. right hands
Cause you was actin' like you was like that
Them n***as from I.C.E. pack, ain't let it fly fam'
Goddamn
You gon' make me use the toolie clip
Slide through the House Party, shootin' it
Pullin' this MAC on, you and who you wit'
Actin' like you sellin' dope, you ain't movin' shit
Geechi voice "You just another user bitch (you'se a bitch)"
You get split
I get to head bussin'
Stretch cousin
And go through his pockets and take bread from him
Bullets whistlin' out the TEC dumpin'
Goin', "Zoom, zoom, zoom" then they "Boom Boom!"
Hit Rex and effect (Wreckx-n-Effect) somethin'!
Death comin'!
I'll pull this K out shootin'
I told Ill Will, "I'll hold the gold bird over yo' (OVO) face"
But this time with the Drac' (Drake) I'll do it
If I lose it, family gettin' stretched out
Nurse Randy over the body tryna stop the bleedin', but he bled out
Just see if yo' job still givin' beds out, you dead now
If you really pay attention to dude record
No matter how many times he throw that stupid ass hat
He still can't get through (threw) the New Era
Ya' gotta do better!
I told y'all, this is yo' fault, the homie hand the pole off
And what he pass'll fire (pacifier) in his head for thinkin' he a Loc-dog
This yo' loss
And you can't keep it real yourself...
N***a rap that wack ass shit

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Ayy, somebody better tell him stop
(Stop!)
'Fore this FN pop, and handicap him
Since he thought bein' a Crip'll (cripple) put him in a better spot!
Get to airin' shots, hella shots
Light green beam, I'm tryna rock a pair of Dots
Rex'll drop, with his face cracked
It ain't nowhere that you safe at
I can get the direct location on Rex (wrecks) like the Wave app
You should've stayed back
You ain't even a factor on the scene no more
A lot of styles that's in the game today I'm the reason for
N***as look up to and follow me, like the drinking gourd
I be bringin' war
When I seen that video with you and Vague
I said, "What the fuck I watch!?"
Lee Harvey Oswald; that was a suspect shot!
N***a stop!
He should be shamed y'all, I hate dawg
We all take falls, but you sold yourself (soldier self) out, that's AWOL
This a great loss, you 'bout to get smoked
I hopped in the whip though with like six poles
Tryna get him gone, then him gone
But I'ma start off slidin' on the Dinosaur first, like the Flintstones!
You better get low
I'll let steel rounds go, say sumthin' crazy
I'll pull and stretch T(ee) out like Milltown Bloe
On the fo'! The boy done
When them n***as got you for your chains...
Where the fuck was your gun?
They took the three .9's, you should've gave 'em a fourth one
This is the n***a that got his chain robbed too
Then in a whole 'nother situation, ICE stole on him
It's deja vu!
Make my move
You may get tagged
Things'll blast, tryna take the head off T-Rex
Like Sid from Toy Story do a Neighbor bad!
Laser flash, from a .40 Glock
Put the biggest round on Randy's roof...like the Donut Shop
Ayyy, we don't go for talk
This some shit you gon' see your man die for
We hand out war
I got somethin' under the big tee for Rex (4x) like a Franchise Boy
Check the score, I mean he finna go in a bag if he slackin'
No cappin', you gon' need a stellar (Stella) performance
Like Angela Bassett
We done seen your stats drop, while the fans watch
I be like "Damn I can't watch
All you had to do was stop and train Rex (Stoppin' train wrecks)"
Like Hancock, blast shots
Bitch n***a! Switch hitter
I mask up, line up the Dots in disguise (the skies); Big Dipper
This shit different, you get dropped, tool'll spark
Trust me, I'll drop a Dot on a dime; like beauty mark
Bitch...