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lirik lagu big t vs. ace amin – urltv

[round 1: big t]
big terrance!
mr. chilakaboo, but in caffeine i heard it’s a echo so call me mr. pik*pak*ping
from the things i seen, it’s wars full of casualties
the clip full of capacity, yah’mean?
you know, capacity, amin
or i’m talkin’ ‘bout could pass idi amin
you know, rocket launchers and sh*t
“boo*blakas” and sh*t
this my style, i started the sh*t
the capacity yao ming
so chill out
‘fore i knock this freeway*lookin’ shaquille o’neal out
and n*gga it’ll be a hole in his b*tch
now it’ll be a hole in this b*tch
now he in a hole in a ditch
chillin’ like buffalo bill house
oouu, f*ck yo’ fat*ass baby mama
take me to where yo’ real house where you used to live now
nah, that’s a b*tch that i could least’ll (lisa) crush forever like milhousе
they tell me to chill out
why?
you wanna bе hard over everything?
beg your pardon, like your twitter account: pow, we gon’ put paws (pause) over everything
man, he used to it
he talkin’ about he like his bars over everything
‘cause you institutionalized, of course you prefer bars over everything
“big t, you didn’t mean that”
but for amin, i mean that
yo’ mean ass
n*gga i will idi amin amin ass
clean pass
i’ll make your team pass: steve nash
knock your lock out: your league pass
i’ll turn this whole caffeine staff to green grass
your whole league pass
like your bald head, you will never get your waves back
bald head hit you, [low down dirty shame mat?]
n*gga bald head hit you [?]
bald head hit you, clown ass n*gga, homie don’t play that
n*gga gon’ head, let’s get homie on the playback
if i ride through yo’ block, and i don’t see nothin’ but white t**th
i mean (amin) mug a n*gga, we gon fill him for somethin’ hot, t (tea)
oh you caught me, it’s gon’ be easy
*badidaboom badidabing*
i put the switch on t 40, now it’s e*40: it *yadidididaaaming*
ya knidididow what i mean?
n*gga you was the typa n*gga when you was in jail, beefin’ over wit’ ja rule and 50
and the n*gga didn’t even know ja rule or 50
gon’ head, i wish this dmx ass n*gga try to pull it wit’ me
gon’ bark up the wrong tree, i got the boomer wit’ me
chilakaboo is wit’ me
all i’m sayin’: it’ll leave ya dead
2pac, machiavellli, akinyele
you’ll get took out by a b*tch, and it’s not r. kelly
you’ll get took out by a b*tch, out the fonzarelli
ayyyyys, you’ll get took out by a b*tch, like [ox and belly?]
pop, and a n*gga playin’ ace today is not jim carrey
pop the desi
akinyele* look
n*gga you think yo’ pen’s [?]
y’all ain’t sl!ck to a can of pennzoil
look, t put in work wit’ twork
i black wit’ jakk: that’s 2*1
what drugz n*gga i just wanna steal on you
n*gga i’on like the light skin on you
i can’t stand the beard on you
so do i go at all lu tenants (lieutenants) ‘til they spoils
nah it’s a wrap for that: i get all lu man and ‘em (aluminum) ‘til they foiled
n*gga i’m ‘bout to big boy you
since you was in a foil
you like popcorn; y’all blew up in the bubble, bubble baby
you would’ve blew up in the bubble, bubble baby
n*gga if that was me, i would’ve popped up in the bubble like little kids playin’ in trouble
gon’ head go up wit’ lu if you want to
you gon’ be in harm’s way for cas’ like the lunch rubble
anchorman doin’ the lunch scuffle
n*gga f*ck you
quiet!
[round 1: ace amin]
y’all ready to rap?

[big t]
i been rappin’

[ace amin]
y’all hear me? y’all hear me?

[big t]
i been rappin’

[ace amin]
i said y’all can’t decide for me
this supposed to be the “world’s most respected”, that’s why we ask for nice emcees
you lost all that weight then gained it back
don’t act funny ‘cause you lost your lil’ fake flat tummy
they booked this on banned ‘cause smack just like them ig models: they know they ain’t got no business still advertisin’ t (tea)
weapon x, bad guy: ‘ssumin i’ma heal
it’s nothin’ to me
you lookin’ for somethin’ to eat while i’m movin’ on a meal
machine on your back or i cut you a new flap: you want the scuba or the gills?
they say i don’t move at all wit’ sk!ll, and the bump is my only highlight
that’s cool, ‘cause you took the bait…
yeah, {shoulder bump} and now i got tuna on the reel
i’m movin’ on to steel
then i’m movin’ on to* then i’m movin’ on to steel
then i*
shut the f*ck up
then i move*
good work
then i* then i’m movin’ on to steel
i said then i’m movin’ on to steel
ugh
let me get that water
i’m good

i said then i’m movin’ on to steel
grab the desert, you ‘bout to die from your thirst
get locked in a he*rs*
he thought this was a shortcut upstairs, and heaven’s door, he knocked on it first
let who in? unemployment boomin’: this sh*t not gonna work
you shoulda took the route to the stairs
you thought you wanted to elevate so bad, the n*gga f*cked around and got a dot on his shirt
that’s not dye on your shirt
i fell in love wit’ those tools
i’m talkin’ had ‘em everywhere, even lunch and homeroom
not just in the house, and not just in those rooms
i adjusted those rooms
even when i was on the road, i took it to my brother’s dorm room
you think i’m slippin’? i took my style from him, so you could come along through
you actin’ like you ‘bout to sneak in where, t (and wear tee)? like i don’t keep steel in (stealin’) my brother clothes too
don’t leave your mother so soon
n*ggas tried to pack you, line and tag you
you almost died, looked up and said, “god is that you?”
they tried to straight up k!ll ya
baseball fielder: n*ggas wanna slide and tag you
and you didn’t think to keep at least one handgun?
i know you didn’t watch and1
‘cause you be eatin’ all that f*ckin’ hot sauce, but didn’t know that big t (tee) was ’pposed to hide the handle
you survived, i’m glad bro
my bad
i got y’all, my bad

you didn’t know you was supposed to hide the handle
you survived, i’m glad
but you not surprised wit’ it though
‘cause tunas live in the ocean, so we should know this typa fish could survive an assault (in a salt)
you gon’ die in the vault
so take this walk wit’ me
to a place where they give you a gun before they offer peace (piece)
you gotta stay in front of your building ‘cause the next building over, they call police
down the block, them white boys got that water you know, dawson’s creek
far from streets
for that weed, the pills, the [?], yeah i’m the one that you gotta talk to* you gotta talk to me
yeah, i said that white girl, it’ll free a n*gga like kim k, and that yay’ (ye) be movin’ right across the street
lost his fee
the loss is free

i gotchu, my bad

i said the loss is free
for them drugs we weigh out, it’s for a way out ‘cause we wanted one
i can’t take it back, i gotta take it back to one who ever wanted one
after this, they gon’ say i wanted one
i wanted one of them posters that describe what happened on it, but what happened was they described my poster on a wanted one
i’m one of one
me and the plug got that old system, adapt to that
if you first [?], where your backup at?
when the last time smack gave your backup pack
stats is stats
k!lls, when the last time you stacked a pack
tuna, ya old sh*t go fish, you ain’t matchin’ that
imagine that
facebook jail: go get ya status back
you ain’t sent no one to the coroner in a long time
we startin’ to think you fake t (tee), you know why n*ggas laugh at that?
‘cause everybody know the best quality tees, they used to come wit’ tags attached
back to back
you went from battlin’ surf to battlin’ on surf league, gettin’ whipped for the belt
hitman, dipped for the wealth
conceited, left for the wealth
before covid, your whole class they distanced themself
you couldn’t swim wit’ the school, and they opened the door so (dorsal) now, tuna gotta fend (fin) for himself
you beggin’ for help
chasin’ a eazy battle, man that sh*t has to stop
you ain’t never ran through spots wit’ snakes until the rattle stops
they wanna hear that gangsta sh*t, you know, you usin’ a knife, a gun, a hammer, a rag ‘n a rock (ragnarok)
you ever* you know how to manage pots?
huh?
and then still make the time [?] when you can afford a brand new watch
you went from level hundred to like a fifty, that’s why they don’t grant you spots
you want a captain shot? but you ain’t learn how to talk different, that’s why it’s been so eazy for them to keep that battle block(ed)
ask for what
lu castro just packed him up
i’m a cold writer, your body a cold [?], they ‘bout to hack it up
arm over here, he sad as f*ck
leg over there, he ran for what
i hit him wit’ one, even got rid of the n*gga gums like captain crunch
plus his mind is (minus) over here, it ain’t addin’ up
the cops, they had enough
nose, toes, ears, they tagged it up
no diggity, bag it up
they so frustrated they said, “f*ck it. we goin’ on a break”
yeah, we did him so greasy, they came back for big t fingers after lunch
at your front

i do this sh*t
my bad, i gotchu
i gotchu
i gotchu, my bad

we at your front

{time is called}

ayo three days man
three days

- urltv

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