Cortez & Math Hoffa vs. Rum Nitty & Ill Will lyrics

[Round 1: Ill Will & Rum Nitty + Both]
[Ill Will] Okay, I hit Roc, Surf on his block
[Rum Nitty] Nah, they switched the bag on us
[IW] Oh, so now it's T-Top and Brizz that get shot
[RN] That was the last option
[IW] Oh, so, now we loadin' up that arsenal for Suge
[RN] Them n*ggas ran on us
Caught 'Tez when the Mag' sparkin'
[IW] Good, Will huntin' with somethin' to solve that Math problem!
[RN] I spaz on 'em
[IW] Slide by with the mask on 'em
[RN] Let it fly out the Camaro: that sh*t'll transform him
[IW] I blam on 'em
[RN] While the cam' on you, beam on a can' for you
[IW] Red dot
[RN] Spot you under the eye
[IW] Then it YAM on you! What if it jam on you?
[RN] Still it'll be suicide, I run down on Cort', put the hands on you
[IW] Chopper shred n*ggas
[RN] It can stop The Blob
Will, I got the scope on this n*gga
[IW] Yeah, I got the second in the view: I think I got the job!
[RN] If I cop the heat, he coppin' pleas
[IW] I bet you'll do
[RN] I come across like Ivo with the handle
[IW] n*gga, this trey done made the best look stupid
Tell yo' b*tch-
[RN] Nah, tell yo' muhf*ckin' MAMA we want the head
Set up the jaw plan
[IW] I am already set up in his home
[RN] He connected with your broad bands
Deuce deuce, Vienna Sausage: you get the small cans
[IW] n*gga, I'm from Pontiac, Arizona
[RN] What that mean?
[IW] I'm out the Grand Am with the tall can
n*gga I'm good in any hood, I be chillin' wherever
13 in the coldest winters, had that sh*t in my sweater
[RN] Dome shot, your roof drop, tell 'em to get on my level (GO!)
Caught his ass, body bag: n*gga, give me the shovel (GO!)
Get the biggest Beretta (GO!)
You can get it whenever (GO!)
Somethin' loaded shut down the room
[IW] Hold on! Let me get it together!
Math? Cortez strapped? I highly doubt if Cort'll point it
[RN] Nah, them n*ggas tender
Public defender: I highly doubt if Cort' appointed
[IW] WHAT THE f*ck WAS THAT?! I ain't hear that
[RN] But if the beef brew, and I'm there in eight
[IW] Hold on: he said, "If the beef brewin' you gotta let that marinate"
I'm at Cortez mama house like-
[RN] "Ven aqui!"
[IW] They say Math tough: well, show a n*gga
[RN] Then I see
You press charges on n*ggas
[IW] But if I catch him, and the judge in chambers, I'mma put Handz on Math in court
[RN] That's why I'm in NY, B
[IW] We killin' you n*ggas
[RN] And you can't keep it real yourself
[IW] Any ill will toward Rum and Ill
[RN] You gon' have to kill yourself!
[Round 1: Cortez & Math Hoffa + Both]
[Math Hoffa] Ayo
[Cortez] What's up?
[MH] So, these n*ggas battle each other, then teamed up on some other sh*t
[C] So what are you, DNA? And you a K-Shine? Man, both these n*ggas be suckin' di*k
[MH] Ayo, y'all n*ggas live in two different states
How you come up with this?
I guess Will was really in Rum crib givin' his mother di*k
[C] You the man? Oh, you not gonna give me a pound?
Oh, you not gonna give him a pound?
[MH] Man, f*ck Ill Will!
[C] Plus, I never liked Nitty
We came with them choppers: it ain't a bike, dig me?
[MH] This a bucket list vacay: enjoy this nice city
Cause you goin' home, stuffed in a bag like white Henney
[C] Yo, we the foundin' fathers of Smack and this is Purge night
Go 'head, b*tch you get in yo' bag? See what the purse like
[MH] Ayo, Rum, you my child
I f*cked your moms on the first night
If son pop, he gettin' e'rything: that's his birthright
[C] Ayo, Call Of Duty sh*t: when I peel...
[MH] See what the perks like
[C] One round, he layin' flat
[MH] See what the Earth like
[C] Baby boy, hit him in his back
[MH] What the burp like?
The grip'll dig Will in the mud: that's a dirt bike
[C] Okay, y'all facin' Math and Cort' today, we the co-defendants
Bang hammers, silence the room, before he throw a sentence
You can block a punch, but them shell cases no defense
Why?
I'm pushin' 80 on Will like a home attendant
[C] Street n*gga, gotta feel me
[MH] Punches I can knock him silly
[C] I pull it back, c*ck the milli'
[MH] Kawasaki, pop a wheelie
[C] Yo, this ice pick I got for Nitty
[MH] Stuck him up, high sadity
[C] He start to shout
[MH] Put it in his mouth, n*gga: Akinyele
[C] That's four hammers grippin' on him
Same hammers twinnin' on him
[MH] First we pull the fifthin' on him, then we pull a Smith 'N on him
[C] I'm lifting on him, airin' on his side like some Pippens on him
[MH] Switchin' arms lookin' like we synchronized swimmin' on 'em!
[C] I plant both these buds in the dirt, get it? Home grown
I'm lettin' four, sale on his lawn, I can own holmes
[MH] If Rum raisin', I scoop him
[C] What's that?
[MH] That's the Cold Stone
Razor to his ear to his mouth like the old phone
[C] n*gga you was never hard, deadin' y'all, metal rod, send 'em off
Tell me what it hurts like; rental car
[MH] Man f*ck lettin' the fifth [?]
[C] Why?
[MH] Drummer boy, sticks bang
[C] They 'bout to see a n*gga from the 'Yak spill
[MH] Big stain
[C] Oh, you God, Will? I'll erase him; Big Bang
[MH] It's red rum as soon as I read Rum like he switched gangs
[C] I'll catch 'em both in the whip, they gettin' done wired
[MH] Will think he got it on lock, I hit the front tire
[C] Ill tried blockin' off Nitty but the pump fire
[MH] BOOM!...Left Rum slumped behind Will like a drunk driver!
[C] And I appreciate y'all reachin' out
But wait til round three, there's some sh*t we gotta speak about
[Round 2: Rum Nitty & Ill Will]
[RN] These n*ggas came out with some little simple sh*t I like, you can get the sh*t tonight
[IW] On the real though, I just seen two b*tches swimmin' for they life, same sh*t
But I always thought you was a ho ass n*gga
[RN] And you still is
[IW] But you gotta chance to prove us all wrong tonight
[RN] Hit him
[IW] Do it!
[RN] Do it!
[IW] Do it!
[RN] Do it!
[IW] Aye look, we in the buildin' in New York and he still can't do what Bachir did
[RN] You'se a real b*tch, and ever since then you've been gettin' smoked; true facts, back to back
You couldn't drop one 30? Dose proved that
[IW] And I told you that! You ain't gon' get nowhere with that c*cky conscious
Bullets hit Cor' and come out another man like Bobby Johnson
[RN] Class in session
[IW] .40 open wounds like a staph infection
You get smashed in seconds, when I blast a weapon
.357, .45, deuce deuce and the Mac-11
Einstein Theory, these numbers gon' lead Math to Heaven
[RN] Let me ask a question
[IW] Do!
[RN] What's the meanin' of E = mc2?
[IW] Energy, mass and the speed of light
[RN] Nah, these MC's square, I end a G with a mask on at the speed of light
[IW] You gon' see the light
[RN] We creepin' by
[IW] Eagle eye
[RN] See 'em by
[IW] Bullets singin' like En Vogue
[RN] Head shot it'll Free Your Mind
[IW] And the rest will follow when it's schemin' time
[RN] I'm a cold ass n*gga
[IW] Bruh, I'm a cold ass n*gga
[RN] I know that killer
[IW] Aye, but at least we ain't gettin' punched and vaulted like these ho ass n*ggas
[RN] You know like-
[IW] Timid weak, b*tch and tweak
[RN] Actin' like they in the streets
[IW] n*gga please!
[RN] Grip the piece, forever I've been liftin' heat
I've waved caps my whole career like Memphis Bleek
[Both] That was NAAASTY!
[IW] YOU got a Bonnie problem
YOU are not a problem
[RN] f*ck one or two pieces I get 'em by the caseload; we gotta dolly Llamas
[IW] How ironic you went to the west and got Muhammad Ali'd by Prince Ali Baba
f*ck that, on the real my n*gga I think Smack and Beas' tryin' to play us bro
[RN] Oh that sh*t on your mind for real?
[IW] Dawg how you switch sh*t up when the contract was signed for real
[RN] I feel you but
[IW] Six different opponents, we ain't really had time to rhyme for real
[RN] Well how long we goin' I get to bodyin' Cort' soon as I get the Time To Kill
f*ck who we got
[IW] I put the .40 in your face fam'
[RN] Arms shoot across Cort'
[IW] Like Jordan
[RN] Off of Space Jam
[IW] We killin' you n*ggas! But you can't keep it real yourself
Any Ill Will towards Rum and Ill
[RN] And you gon' have to kill yourself
Homi!
[Round 2: Cortez & Math Hoffa]
[MH] You see how these n*ggas bringin' up Dizaster, talkin' 'bout "do it"
You wanna try us tonight? You must be high as a kite, like these guys wanna fight
n*gga I'll knock you both out, go to your crib and Chris Unbias your wife!
[C] Bro, you told Brizz your mouth crazy?
[MH] Pause
[C] Yo I ain't say it, he said it, I'm just statin' out facts
As a matter of fact, Math
What you think his Jamaican plug had to say about that?
[MH] Hmmmm
[C] He called him up like, "Yo!"
[MH] Wagwan?
[C] "You saw my battle with Charlie and Brizz? Them sh*ts was tough. n*gga I'm a killer!"
[MH] "Yeah yeah but bredren let me ask ya."
[C] "What's up?"
[MH] "You was drunk off the liquor?"
[C] "Nah n*gga."
[MH] "So wait, wait, wait, wait. You tell Brizz Rawsteen ya mouth crazy after ya tell Charlie Clips you're finger f*ckin' a n*gga?"
[Both] Bumbaclot
[MH] "Bumbaclot, log off. Left me 'lone
Me not chat wit a batty man. Get off me phone."
[C] Math, besides him bein' a f*ckin' flame, what do you think about this n*gga?
[MH] I think Will at the top wit the killers
[C] And whatchu think about Nitty?
[MH] The lil' n*gga kinda hot with the lyrics
[C] But what you told 'em?
[MH] I told y'all, you could battle for the spot of the illest
I solidify my spot with gorillas and we don't rock wit you n*ggas
So what we got? Reaches and f*ck ya mom jokes
I'm Popeye, give me the spinach, I'll make them arms smoke
You could get punched in the face tellin' the wrong joke
I let you n*ggas win this round, give 'em the wrong choke
[C] Go 'head
[MH] It looks like Team Homi went lottery pickin' and recruited these Shook Ones
Swave you gotta be kiddin'
I hit 'em with the drum
Havoc when that Tommy be spittin'
Let's see if they mob deep when they prodigy's missin'!
Rest in peace
[C] Hold on! R.I.P. to P
[MH] R.I.P., we gon' miss the giant
But these pussies just be lyin'
Too close, get butt by the nose like 69in'
This Ill 'matic wettin' everything
Six and Ill Will take lives through Memory Lane
Man this sh*t changed
[C] Why's that?
[MH] Way back we used to bring chrome
Flex tears droppin' off Cam'
[C] What's that?
[MH] Jim Jones
Now I can adjust, just keep these n*ggas out my swing zone
Cause I drop Rum to rock Will like Flintstone
These n*ggas want my pay grade droppin'
If this sh*t don't work, it's back to grade A option
[C] Facts!
[MH] Or that AK, mask on my face straight robbin'
When an extension's at your door it ain't Shenaynay knockin'
[C] Keep goin'! What you used to do? What you used to do?!
[MH] I used to eat with them heaters, I like my bread toasty
Thug n*gga, bug in the jack, I think the FEDS on me
Ving Rhames, arm on your neck, leakin' your head, Jody
Crack Rum top then pour him out for my dead homies
Last time I milly-rocked for you n*ggas
Mook, Rex, Tay Roc: I had to put Dots on you n*ggas
Show and Shana, more dots, shooters watchin' you n*ggas
[C] Wrong move it's lights out, you see the dots on the n*ggas?
Yo, and like I said I appreciate y'all reachin' out
But round 3's next and there's some sh*t we gotta speak about

[Round 3: Rum Nitty & Ill Will]
[RN] I ain't gon' lie that last round was clean, sh*t was classic
Well here's where the sh*t get tragic
[IW] You said y'all 'bout to take out a Prodigy, well all there's left is Havoc
Now what ch'all wanna do?
I mean y'all doin' all this sh*t, dancin' around
I'm Math Hoffa, I'm so tough, I make n*ggas tap dance
You in your 30's still tryin' to get stripes like Smack pants

[Crowd]
Do three of them thangs!
[IW] That's Chef sh*t. That's Chef sh*t. I'm not Chef

I heard a rumor that if y'all lose tonight
Math gon' be blindfolded, broomstick, beat a pinata candy out yo' ass
[RN] That ain't cool bro, that's how you do bro?
[IW] Chill...that sh*t true bro? Blink twice if you need us to lose bro
[Both] He gon' need us to lose bro
[IW] MATH!
[RN] Abuse, bro?!
[IW] Umm, mmm, mmm...
[RN] That ain't you, bro
[IW] I mean, Don Demarco, bang, bang, bang...sh*t like that
Bruh! You can't be puttin' your hands on your b*tch like that!
[RN] That's why you got your face cut
[IW] Laced up
[RN] Over sh*t like that
[IW] The .40 make him curl up here or lay him straight out
[RN] Perm n*ggas
[IW] Leave him smokey in the back of his truck
[RN] Like he hidin' from Big Worm n*ggas
[IW] In the areas I be in, you ain't safe over there
[RN] Too many shots from Rum and 'Yak by the next day you'll find out
[IW] You can't hang over here
[RN] If it's problems I'ma dome shot him
[IW] Talkin' like he's so poppin'
[RN] Stop it, get off my Jimmy Hoffa you're a nobody
[IW] I'll throw it all away, f*ck this battle sh*t, get clapped and sh*t
[RN] Slide with a lot of rounds for Math
[IW] That's an abacus
[RN] They say don't get in your face with all that tough guy stuff
b*tch I should-
[IW] Hold on my n*gga that's the reason why we almost had to f*ck Roc up
[RN] n*gga f*ck yo' squad
[IW] Get jumped and robbed
[RN] Cause if I don't get my plate two liters gettin' cut
[IW] What's that?
[RN] that's a struggle bar
[IW] f*ck that, let me talk to you n*ggas
I brought the Hawk for you n*ggas
Top, Roc, Brizz
[RN] Cave your sh*t in!
[IW] It get dark for you n*ggas!
I got more heart than you n*ggas
Street smarts than you n*ggas
100 shots and you drop
[Both] Yong Dolphin' you n*ggas
[IW] I'm offin' you n*ggas
Pull up, park on you n*ggas
[RN] Knock him out!
[IW] Stood on his block
[RN] And C-Walked on these n*ggas
[IW] I ain't gon' say no bullsh*t
Cause behind scenes, n*ggas really family anyway
Talkin' 'bout you'll rape somebody wife like Chris Unbias, you like trannys anyway
[IW] But we killed you n*ggas!
[RN] And you can't keep it real yourself
[IW] Any Ill Will towards Rum and Ill
[RN] And you gon' have to kill yourself
[IW] Phoeni-Yak Town n*ggas!

[Round 3: Cortez & Math Hoffa]
[MH] I been had stripes like Smack's pants
I get you focused with the upper
Will, this the real Will
He know, I been had the guns, the rose is for your mother
Somethin' light
And Nu Nu! Nah, I'm just-
[C] But like we said we appreciate y'all reachin' out
But this is round 3 and there's some sh*t we need to speak about
Last week was Father's Day
[MH] I feel away from you n*ggas
[C] Why we ain't get no gifts from y'all
[MH] Look at what we gave to you n*ggas!?
[C] These n*ggas claim they from the streets
[MH] Look at the way we paved for you n*ggas!
[C] n*gga we built battle rap in the streets
[MH] We even built this stage for you n*ggas
[C] Through the Blood, Sweat and the Tiers
[MH] Look how we slaved for you n*ggas!
[C] We put clothes on they back, food, shelter
[MH] Even fake J's for you n*ggas!
[C] We took battle rap from the corners to the arenas
[MH] We got here in less than four summers
[C] You think BET was lookin' at your numbers?
[MH] Well you're as dumb as them poor f*ckers that's watchin' Born Legacy, not knowin' this legacy was BORN FROM US!
[C] You f*ckin' faggots
[MH] Y'all lil' n*ggas still mad over Summer Madness?
Smack, drop the bag, I'm doin' summer classes
I should come with glasses
[C] Your first lesson is Ill Will
[MH] With these two eyes I see one W and four L's that's your f*ckin' average
[C] What else?
[MH] One b*tch per decade, you still gets no pus*y, that's your f*ckin' average
I'm cuttin' caskets, if I cut him where his f*ckin' abs is
If you could run away without your other half that'd B motherf*ckin' Magic
[C] I got the info, I'm knowin' all the specs Rum
I'll straight disrespect Rum
The scope, it got a wide eye view, that's for the spectrum
His head done
Two Homi's layin' by the platter
[MH] Red Chucks
[C] With two bodies layin' by the latter
[MH] That's bed bugs
[C] n*gga look at 'em, they p*ssed off
Cort' official, blow the whistle I'm lettin' tips off
Oh you rep the Six, god? Well Drake will do the Crip walk
Mask off, ain't no future, I'm lettin' sticks talk
The clip broke I had to take the Maggie
I'll punch him in the air
[MH] And I'ma take the alley!
[C] Yo, these n*ggas is gas, they straight loud like they came from Cali
But how you smokin' this OG with this plate of arie?
I'll make sure today, you sleep for good Will
He branded you cheap and these bullets free, you Goodwill
I'll hang a rapper over the balcony, I'll Suge Will
Drop 'em next
[MH] f*ck it, pocket check, I Suge Will
[C] So don't ask if we top-tier, dummy!
We whooped these n*ggas ass for that top-tier money!