a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

hitman holla vs calicoe - calicoe & hitman holla lyrics

[round one: calicoe]

i don’t give a f*ck about no trucking company
i don’t give a f*ck about yo’ jumpshot
i don’t give a f*ck about yo’ block
i don’t give a f*ck about them fake ass pirus behind you or them registered pistols they got
i don’t give a f*ck about nu jerzey twork talkin’ ’bout i took this from him and top
you still owe mook 500 dollars, b*tch, this my beginning now
yeah, i’m on you, n*gga
i’ve been lining you since you been lying to me
cuz you said you was my man but the handshakes ain’t match the smiles to me
you start acting different after we battled, it was just a one*round for me
i knew me and my mans could break some bread but somebody could catch a possible body
and he openеd up with some sh*t like: “surprise, man!
landslidе? i got some sh*t that could slide land!
like that was gon’ make uncle snoop say “god d*mn!”
i know you, holla
i’ve been knowing you for a long time, li’l gerald, you hate losing
but i called you and told you how it was going
you just wanted to play stupid
snoop hit our jack, put us up to bat, i babe ruth’d him
showed up in all red for you, blood with much respect for mike brown and st. louis
so this is “no disrespect to mike
i just said that so we know we ain’t tolerating…”
(crowd: “no disrespect tonight!”)
but how you been stepping of late, b*tch, you never should hate
i’ll do you dirty
i’m talking double back and get the rest of the cake
my new gun? look like some sh*t that tesla’ll make
now he in idaho (what that mean?) baow! a vegetable state
f*ck all that, though! let’s talk how he be on n*ggas’ n*ts*ck though
he go and find the biggest artist in my city to get a track from, n*gga that’s slow
he got a feature from tee grizzley, what you do that fo’?
you don’t know if a n*gga play both sides; he donnie brasco?
the mask on, walk in his crib like this what you ask fo’
they gon’ have his body on saycheese
so i told the gunman to leave the flash on
they think he a ruff ryder til i catch him ’round eve
take the knife, carve a x on his back and watch it drag on
go to court and get a silent treatment then be back home
ain’t n0body never say something was wrong with yo’ daddy being yo’ backbone
but when my pops left, n*ggas ain’t wonder how i got back on
you the type of n*gga, on the internet, downing yo’ blood brother knowing you supposed to be his backbone
i’m the type of n*gga, on the internet, supportin’ complete strangers long as they black owned
we nothin’ alike, holla
but he been gettin’ extorted for so long
he don’t even know he ain’t worth a dollar or a penny
you far from a street n*gga, you a scholar boy, if any
you ain’t gon’ spin, mac*10s and chops poppin’ out the hemi
now he too shot, doctors sounding like 2pac:
saying “blink twice, holla, if you hear me”
“who shot ya? separate the weak from the obso*lete”
schoolboy to the streets, i school boy to the streets
tapped in with my cali n*ggas last week
say he was out there thinkin’ sh*t sweet
they done took the presidential roley from him, he done got it impeached
i’ll dip his red flag in some bleach, i’ll leave his dead ass in the street
i’ll tell cinny send a cash for a release
and still send him in a bag with a tag on his feet
i should kick yo’ b*tch ass in the t**th
you mean to tell me all this time i been on the phone with smack asking for geech’
arp call outta nowhere saying you asking for me… all cuz cass’ whipped yo’ ass up the street?!
how the f*ck you retire for a week?
if i said you had a two*battle deal, is that a reach?
what, you tied in with arp
pot holding until you a flat tire in the street?
how the f*ck… you retire… for a week?
n*gga, brizz been gone over a year, retiring for the weak
in my mind, only desire is to eat
i knew i never wasn’t leaving battle rap when i retired from the street
landslide, n*gga
[round one: hitman holla]

why you keep telling people we battling cuz of you?
eh, shut up! you f*ckin’ trash
see, i had plans on chillin’, letting the summer pass
but he offered me a number so high that it gave me flashbacks, now i’m running to get another bag
how you betray a n*gga that had love for you?
tryna paint this “real n*gga” image like you’re loyal
what, you forgot? when smack ain’t used to pay for your hotels
my li’l brother had to sleep on my bed and we made pallets on the floor for you
mercedes told me it was a hundred and ninety*five thousand to get that benz off the showroom floor
guess what i did? i went and got that motherf*ckin’ benz right off the showroom floor
and now they got me battling a n*gga that i used to have to wake up off of show room floor
so don’t question what they paying me, why these li’l n*ggas playin’ me?
my li’l brother said “you need to do something to show him you in a different class”
i’m like “i did! that’s why i left the lot with the amg”
meanwhile, you be in a bucket like kfc
you catch him driving and he gon’ lie to you like
“aw, this? man, this just some li’l sh*t that get me from a to b!”
man, less talkin’, more action
i’ll catch you and big t in slow traffic
hop out… scope action
walk up to his whip, set trippin’ in remote fashion
any mixed signals and ten’ll be on top of t v, it’ll be no static
you so average, you ain’t gon’ do sh*t, ain’t gon’ shoot sh*t; man, this hoe cappin’
i ain’t even gotta “black*on*black crime” him and toe*tag him
i’ll just whoop this li’l boy ass, i’m joe jackson
give him a nautica beat down, i’m old*fashioned
why swing? what you think i got this tre for? i’m bo jackson
you need guidance, a big brother cuz you do too much dumb sh*t and walk around so proud with it
example: your pops got caught sellin’ dope and every battle verse he sellin’ dope; you would think you wouldn’t be so loud with it
see, this is real life, this not a quiz or test but i could end up in the crowd with it
they said the battle rappers teamed up against me, man, f*ck every last one of em
i don’t give a f*ck about none of em, your pops here but i’m sonnin’ him
y’all wanna know how to humble a n*gga that’s extra?
put the guy with the lead role in front of him
you threw a punch and got away clean with hittin’ raw on stage so it ain’t cost nothin’
you woulda tried that with me? negative cuz i’m positive you woulda caught somethin’
i can’t believe i’m giving him this attention, i’m supposed to be somewhere tropical
see, this done got personal so i’ma stand over top of you
man, i was so anxious to catch him lackin’, i wasn’t even thinkin’ logical
cuz i put the scope on calico now calicoe in the scope** wait, is that even possible?
i can’t believe y’all said i wouldn’t keep that same energy because “they tough”
n*ggas said “hitman ain’t gon’ be on that with him cuz cal don’t play”… n*gga, play what?
if i’m keepin’ sh*t a thou’, man, i hate this muh’f*cka
you put yo’ nose in my biz, i should break that muh’f*cka
i seen ya pops jump in ya last fight, he should get a standing ovation in this muh’f*cka
well if he try that tonight, y’all gon’ wake up and see blackface on a shirt like i’m a racist muh’f*cka
the crowd know what i do with these, i done showed that already
but f*ck fighting, it’s bullets first but since you named yourself “the wizard”, you should know that already
and y’all told me pens run the culture, i’m just thinking “how?”
cuz it wasn’t no money in it til performance came around
it’s a green light on calicoe, my homies already know to drill him
i’m 4 minutes 15 seconds in this first, i’m done
(showwoutt: no, the f*ck, you ain’t!) f*ck it! let me overk!ll him
i’ma overgrill him cuz i’ma die for my respect
and that go for you and everybody in the solar system
call of duty: i’ma let the ar from off the shoulder lift him
closed casket; his family can’t even grieve yet
cuz they ain’t really sure if they even know the victim
i’m so consistent, i got a problem with b*tch*ass n*ggas that fit yo’ description
what’s a polaroid to a polar bear? why y’all actin’ like y’all don’t know the difference?
i’m so relentless, i’m back on my grizzly, i’ma show him memphis
you wrote a check that yo’ ass can’t cash and it’s so expensive
every n*gga i’m with draw and you know the interest
all that tough sh*t that you be on, not one of my n*ggas play that
i made a million dollars off battle rap, can’t none of you n*ggas say that
(showwoutt: big money to small change!)
two words after this: (crowd: ball game!)
[round two: calicoe]

y’all heard him, right?
i’m the irrelevant who ended up being more relevant than the relevant
it’s evident, i created my own lane and set precedent
made diss songs and dissed y’all on the regular
i am a wizard: i use telekinetic powers to make y’all put my bills ahead of schedule, do you get it?
or is you still not comprehending the mission that this is business
where n0body gives a f*ck about ya feelings? holla trippin’
i just sat on a live listening to him b*tching
soundin’ like my mom a couple days before she come on her menstrual, that’s when it’s serious
you want some chocolate, b*tch? you on yo’ period? whatchu’ crampin’?
or you need me and my n*ggas to set another example cuz what’s with the tension?
this n*gga mad, ain’t n0body even did sh*t
so the next five i extend won’t be to mend a friendship
you battle n*ggas think i needed y’all? n*gga, i been lit
if i send my shooter off a xanie, you can forget it
if i ain’t have the love for yo’ family, you woulda been hit
my youngin’ll k!ll like… two of y’all for a ten*strip
twenty’ll get you, cinny and ben hit
i’ll take the yorkie to new york and toss him off the state building
ay, you raisin’ yo’ son like you wasn’t raised by real n*ggas
cuz the goal was to keep the kids out of harm’s way with real n*ggas
you out punching drunk n*ggas in the face in the field with him
like that avoidable situation couldn’t turn into you gettin’ k!lled with him
what if drunk cuz woulda came out the shirt with the steel with him?
hold on, wait; do y’all know he had his son tape the sh*t?
so this what you really teachin’ to him!
so you saying big gerald woulda had you in that situation? i beg to differ, he a real n*gga
he woulda recognized cuz as a fan, probably let him shake yo’ hand and take a picture
but you different
ay, showw, why yo’ brother always talkin’ ’bout a n*gga clout chasin’…
when you the only n*gga out here clout chasin’?!
shots ringin’, put him down like a house payment
got a thousand beans but can’t move em cuz the route dangerous
if i show up with a team full of shooters, i am not playing
number one pick, don’t give a f*ck ’bout what the scouts sayin’
wasn’t you a wide receiver? i’m on the road, b*tch, the route ran
then popped up in the a like, “what the south payin’?”
you black mr. clean head*ass n*gga! he the janitor for wild’n out, clean it up
naw, naw, d*ck riding nick working for you, keep it up
i’m only here to give your fiends testers; keep in touch
he should be happy they robbed him for that n*credible chain, that b*tch was weak as f*ck
i just thought about something: i saw the st. louis crip n*ggas that beat you up
they really in the building, don’t be in here tryna beef with us!
naw, let’s keep it real: across the street, y’all finally showed me that y’all ’bout that sh*t
cuz if a n*gga jump me and pulled up to my event, they wouldn’t be able to walk out this b*tch
surrounded with artillery i can’t even pr*nounce the sh*t
i wouldn’t be up here worried about no performances, remixes or sound effects
i woulda banged the tec, you famous and now you wanna claim a set?
that’s why them boys put the beats on him like bangladesh
all that fake ass piru’ing only getting him extorted for his per diem
when he land in la, n*ggas be happy when they see him
they know he… (*kisses index finger and thumb*) finger l!cking!
got him paying for security, getting robbed while he with them
they put the play down with they n*ggas, the whole gang going against him
he’s so not a street n*gga, he don’t even realize the sh*t he be doing, he basically stuntin’ on the k!llers
he at hawkins burger, on imperial right by the nickerson garden n*ggas
big watch, big chain on, n*gga, “what is this, christmas?”
how did they ever even feel you’ll win?
this a body and when you get to heaven, wo gon’ k!ll you again, b*tch
[round two: hitman holla]

n*ggas ain’t appreciate when i brought nick to my last battle, well now i’ma let him hold somethin’
cuz the next cannon that i bring on stage ain’t gon’ win me a round, it’s gonna unload one
tell these people how we got to this point cuz the whole 2nd, i’ma break it down
you see, this clown chose clout and attention over a ten*year friendship, see that’s what’s wrong with this generation now
i considered you family, i woulda slid for you any day
yo’ pops call me for favors, i’m not even braggin’ on that cuz i woulda did whatever he was asking me to do for you anyway
see, us not being cool, you wanted my career to fall off, you really thought that’ll happen?
man, you lookin’ at the n*gga that laid down the blueprint for battle rappers to be successful outside battle rapping
you got a li’l boy mentality, never took your brand serious, that’s why you was never the most paid, dude
cuz you rather waste your talent, go to the streets and take the same risk ya pops had to take to raise you
n*gga, who raised you?
i coulda taught you this game, on some midwest sh*t, i was jordan but it wasn’t gon’ be sh*t wrong with being pippen
but you’d rather team up with somebody who do podcasts with the same n*gga that pistol whipped him
that’s nuts to me; i mean, it’s actually kinda tough to see
(showwoutt: don’t cal think murda mook the greatest?)
after a headshot, baow! well now, he gotta look up to me!
why would you join brands with that? my n*gga, he a clown
then you runnin’ up all behind qleen paper who no*show every battle and do cocaine every nig**
see, these the type of n*ggas he choose to be around
so he decided to tell y’all we beefin’… for what? i shoulda peeped this from the jump with you
tell these people the truth: you got mad cuz i got more successful in battle rap than you and that’s what really made you uncomfortable
see, i’m far from a detective but i can put two and two together h*ll, i can tell off your quotes
all of a sudden him and big t hate me but coincidentally, those the two midwest battlers who career fell off the most
see, i wasn’t on the same type of time as y’all, i just want some sh*t understood
i was focused; the vision y’all had didn’t allow me to slack off the way y’all two n*ggas could
see, when you give yo’ n*ggas jobs, they gotta worry about possibly gettin’ 15 to life, this kid trippin’
when i give my n*ggas jobs, it’s corporate; my son: 15, he set for life, see it’s a big difference
x*factor called my phone, he was like “that’s still li’l bro, stall him out**” cl!ck! my n*gga, why save him?
yo’ whole family was front row yellin’ “pick up and k!ll it” from the wild’n out tickets that i gave em!
that’s why i ain’t never put hands on you cuz every time i seen you, your daddy, your sister; you know you had family ’round
but now you disrespectful, n*gga i should… rock yo’ sh*t like hand*me*downs
i can’t stand this clown
you do too f*cking much and you play too f*cking much, that’s just some sh*t that you need to know
when yo’ dumb ass got caught fightin’ birds, did i run on the internet and laugh? the answer is no
you know why? cuz everything’s not a f*ckin’ joke
but let the roles reverse and he kee*kee’ing with everybody all on twitter
that’s why when my phone ring, i turn to kyrie irving like “calicoe? man don’t call me, n*gga!”
see, what he gon’ tell y’all is hitman hollywood, he c*cky, he arrogant, him and his li’l brother
but what he not gon’ tell y’all is every few weeks i cash app college students, young teenage boys, girls and single mothers
what the f*ck has calicoe done for his community? cuz my resume past vicious
i’m talkin’ “hitman holidays” i d*mn near gave out more toys than santa claus last christmas
i’m just showing y’all the “difference between metaphors and real rap”
and the real rap in your metaphors is still wack
banana clips, let cal see em and peel back
and whatever’s still hangin’, reload and peel that
second round, it done got dark for you, real black
if i swing, you gon’ need icepacks; where ill at?
f*ck around and get a knot this big; where bill at?
boy, you gon’ need a sensu bean to heal that
after every f*ckin’ faceoff, i gotta hear him and the fans say “hitman holla showed his true colors” yeah right, homie
you see how these diamonds reflecting? trust me, it’ll never be a bad light on me

[round three: calicoe]

ay, bart! they done whipped him up for dinner and sent him to my kennel
n*gga, ain’t n0body hatin’ on you, you self*centered
i been done debating dilemmas since my patience grew thinner
i say f*ck it, i’ma start setting the bait and just wait for n*ggas to enter
that’s how we got here; these n*ggas on live talking like i ain’t top tier
i’m god tier, all of the false narratives can stop here
cuz we started this sh*t together, it’s too many n*ggas that’s started this sh*t with us that is not here; how i ain’t a legend?
now i’ma quote some sh*t cuz he said it:
“calicoe, put on a ball game shirt cuz i’m reppin’ you, i feel that
blackface said i’m one of his favorites, this a trill fact
this the second time making top tiers feel wack
cuz it’s a difference between metaphors and… (crowd: real rap!)”
this when it get h*lla scary
cuz them yo’ words quoting my words in the biggest battle of yo’ life, n*gga that alone make me legendary
what, you get in these interviews and cut off the inner you? cuz you ain’t trippin’
i done seen you rehe*rs* performance, my n*gga, you scripted
i said you be acting like a lame sometime, never said you couldn’t rap, n*gga you gifted
but i ain’t ’bout to be bootl!ckin’ to be in cahoots with you
you said i ain’t yo’ mans, alright, the shoe fittin’
but now the loser gotta jump; y’all guess who the victim
he like to oversee n*ggas, so i’m walkin’ to the roof with him
how you keep a ham sandwich in line? you toothpick him
i lured him into the trap, b*tch
now he held captive, he can’t run, this sh*t ends today
real hustler: keep the 20s, 50s and hunnids, give the 1s, 5s and 10s away
i bless people cuz i’m blessed, i’m tryna show my family and friends the way
li’l gerald, you blessed, too… well let me tell you what i meant to say
i can give your whole family life to god and cut all loose ends today
cuz first i’ma baptize holla… then i’ma take his cinn’ (sin) away
psa** this for all the fans and supporters: choose a side, don’t hope the fence, you gotta pick
cuz i’m in submission mode, i’m ’bout to make holla holler “quit”
you looked me in my eyes for years, never said you had a issue; be solid, b*tch, at least acknowledge it
i know i ain’t the n*gga you want a problem with
y’all ever seen a big booty b*tch walk? yeah, the ratchet got a switch
think tay roc girlfriend; yeah, the ratchet got a d*ck
when i met him, i’m like “yeah, dawg for certain a faker
no integrity*ass n*gga, do anything that’s concerning some paper”
so i told him “gimme a bet” but in return, you gon’ turn in a wager
then he went to la and tried to merge with the gangsters
b*tch! you shoulda been tryna get some burn with the lakers
he talmbout “cassidy let him hear his round!” n*gga, you was so hurt, you a hater
now you gettin’ three rounds from a calicoe, thank arp for returning a favor, n*gga
big chop’, it’ll wake up the neighbors, n*gga
segregate the whole park, i ain’t gon’ play with n*ggas
ain’t you and suge brotherhood? i remember they used to mob together
i used to be in the chat, they catch a flight, i’m like “where y’all going?” they like “to get robbed together”
so the bloods robbing bloods and the crips robbing crips?
i guess that’s what happen when you come from another side of the country tryna claim a n*gga’s sh*t
(but you wasn’t gettin’ outta here though)
you went off on showwoutt, all on the net with it, no respect with it
farfetched with it for some sh*t he was goin’ through with his ex*b*tch
you his mothaf*ckin’ brother, you supposed to leave that internet sh*t for the next n*gga
i’m tellin’ you some real sh*t, your brother don’t care about which one of our check bigger, n*gga
what, you hurt, slime? did i catch you at your worst, slime?
ay, big gerald!
[…]
naw, don’t get quiet now, you shoulda shut the f*ck up the first time!
after a n*gga battle me, i make em feel wack
cuz it’s difference between metaphors and real rap!
landslide, n*gga!

[round three: hitman holla]

yo, i f*ck with detroit… y’all don’t f*ck with me?
every time i’m there, it’s lit, the wild way
why y’all tryna make it seem like michigan hate me? that’s foul play
i signed a scholarship to northridge in 2011, idiot, that mean they been loving me in cal’s state
f*ck everything cal say, i’ma show y’all what is what
you diss a brotherhood you was in to only join a new brotherhood a month la** man, you look dumb as f*ck
this is it for you, i am real life sick of you
you went and made friends with other battle rappers that hate me just as much you d** man, that’s the same sh*t b*tches do
but the first thing they do is say hitman emotional but the truth of the matter is, i just don’t play with mine
they like “why holla always talmbout fightin’?” well maybe because i got a boxer state of mind
boy, ali with the talkin’, tyson with the walkin’
i’m floyd with the money, i’m wilder with the barkin’
i’m shane with the women, canelo with the sparrin’
i’ll knock him out cold, it’s hitman in front of martin
i’m “sugar” with the jabbin’, i’ll get a n*gga off me
i’m roy with rappin’, holyfield with the baldy
see, my homie said don’t even do that scheme, they ain’t pretty much care for it
they say “why you say tyson and holyfield?” cuz i know crowd’ll have a ear for it
i give a f*ck if it was fifty of y’all or a few of you
the next time y’all wear all black’ll be a funeral
with blackface over the body like “what they do to you?”
he done seen all kinda guns but that calicoe look unusual
they gotta mascara him so his mama can think he beautiful
we twist his dreads and even cut down his cuticles
i coulda tossed you in the lake like your homie and big tuna you
but f*ck it, i get to drumming on stage, let’s make a musical
all this sh*t i done for this culture is undeniable
eleven years it been on my back, i’m so reliable
[to the crowd] if you battle rap then i probably inspired you
[to calicoe] i ain’t have to battle you, be lucky that i acquired you
you a main event now, i can name*on*top*of*the*flyer you
or chain you to the back of the truck, goodyear tire you
you let them tell you i was out of my prime? man, they lied to you
machete for this snake, i’ma show em the other side of you
i’m ahead of mook, i’m ahead of lux and i’m ahead of da don
if we being honest, ain’t none of these n*ggas lifestyles even lit enough for their content to be better than mine
what, you trippin, scr*p; what you thought this was? well, this isn’t that
you from detroit? well, i’m a bad boy, bring the pistons back
the pump’ll get to airing around like fix*o*flat
and leave cal at the bottom of the box like nutrition facts
i stay on point, i be riding with a chopper that’s like jaz size
so when the cops get behind me, it’s difficult for me to stash mine
k*shine called and said “you better zip that n*gga up” i ain’t even ask why
but now i’ma make it where they gotta reach and pull you from the bottom of the bag like the last fry
i’m a bad guy; timeout: how many of y’all remember the fab 5?
jimmy king, ray jackson, juwan howard, jalen rose, chris webber; man, that team so mothaf*ckin’ mean with it
that i’m sure my n*gga charlie clips wouldn’t mind if i did “a whole ‘nothe** (crowd: scheme with it)”
y’all paying him jacksons? y’all better not
cuz how would a n*gga like cal be king? y’all better stop
i’m talking way before the internet, i was heavy on every block
ask my n*gga chris, my name woulda rose whether i was on the web or not
y’all ain’t peep his traits? i hope him and his team ain’t got no time that they facing soon
this n*gga talk about a private chat publicly, can you imagine the sh*t he’ll say in the interrogation room?
this sh*t is comedy of what y’all willing to accept and allow in
we praise this n*gga for his pops legacy, we don’t never name one gangsta sh*t that cal did
so that make me understand what you so mad about
cuz the reason y’all love him is the same reason i don’t brag about
see look, he bmf this and bmf that, bmf this, bmf tha** like you his frontline
man, my uncle j*bo a real bmf legend and i ain’t said that n*gga name in a battle one time
cuz how he earned his stripes, that’s how i want mine, what i gotta translate?
who you think you foolin’ besides your fanbase?
i don’t shake hands with suckas, f*ck a handshake
a hunnid just to get me on stage, that’s my man’s rate
and when i say a hunnid, that’s after what uncle sam take
[to his entourage:] how many of y’all will shoot calicoe for me? let me see a show of hands for this
easy decision, cuz when it come to you, na’an’ll miss (unanimous)
the same thing, you shoulda mind yo’ biz cuz it is what it is, n*gga
you stuck yo’ nose in my sh*t, learn to mind yo’ f*ckin’ biz n*gga
i coulda shot you real life on stage, word to twizz, n*gga
showw, what if he try it with you?
(showwoutt: boy, i ain’t brizz, n*gga!)
i don’t give a f*ck who on the card, i feel like i’m the best here
if retiring gets me this… i’ma retire all next year
what’s big money to small change?
two words after this: (crowd: ball game!)

- calicoe hitman holla lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular