B Magic vs. Rum Nitty [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Rum Nitty]

Rum Nitty muthafucka, ya show was cancelled
Get pistol-whipped, I’ll go across ya shit with the 40 handle
Catch ya mobbin’ through the wrong hood, them Locs’ll jam you
And show you how this fire-works, that’s what all that roamin’ can do (Roman Candle)
I open heads, that’s right got you shook up
Ya shit bruised, Black and Blue, his eye/”I Got The Hook Up”
I fall right ya chin get checked the hook a (hooker)
Fuck ya career up that’s that Tiger Woods effect, bet!
Most niggas don’t try me, shit ain’t sweet
They must heard (Mustard) to get the beats, that’s YG
Mac 90 came in like a wrecking ball, get the hammer licking that’s Miley, Try me, and I squeeze the piece their way
Bullets break and enter his chest plate there won’t be any games played
They say Black Magic is a seasoned veteran
And you can meet ya death til this Cal Pop
Black Face who is BM F’in (BMF) with it?
Against Charlie you should have buried homie, you barely edged that shit
But I carry like I recorded a marriage ceremony
I would’ve got to wettin’ (wedding) Clips
I should be on every list, but most niggas got it in for Nitty (infinite)
That shit’ll never end, let it sit
I ain’t surprised at all, I actually seen it comin’
This some Bull, the next (Nets) thing Magic is finna son (Sun) me
If that’s ya goal then (Golden) State what you feel like
Cuz it can fuck around and be a (NBA) shootout in real life
Chrome 38 special shine real nice
I call my tre (Trae) The Truth get any nigga that grill iced
Fuck with my money I wouldn’t advise that
Get ya eye capped over dough, b (Doe B) and need an eye patch
Nine strap explode on money like a dye pack
They’ll mourn and 40s will be pourin’ (Porn)
When I send him up to the sky, black (Skyy Black)
So watch ya mouth or get clocked in it
I’m at ya grill with a cross for talking and dry snitchin’
I’ll have ya guy sippin’ meals through a straw, raw!
They say I stole ya style, why would I have to copy cats that copycat?
Nitty cop free straps and when he cop he clap, you copy that?
Joe Cutter vs. Tiger Ty: I body cats
Especially if they comin’ across trickin’ like a Nazi patch, fact!
Watch what the fuck you sayin’ to me
Cuz I’ll cap on (Capone) ya whole mob, just keep it frank with Nitty
(Frank Nitti)
Really, you can get the chrome now
Pull it and it’ll air a zone a (Arizona) niggas
Just for bringing up the hometown, BOW!
You can’t keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I’ll do the job, you decide…. Kill yourself!

[Round 1: B Magic]

Listen Rum Nitty, let’s get it started
Spit ya hardest cuz I’m a fuckin’ threat like Mr. Marcus
That four clap think of Star Trek, you’re going Into Darkness
Your upside’ll be inside out, now that’s a Ricky Martin
What? So you think it’s a game?
When I get the cartridge you’ll be smokin’ from the Sig (cig)
You’ll get a coffin (coughin’)
I spit something at a nigga that can lift apartments
It’s off the wall how you catch ‘em like Kenny Lofton
Who fuckin’ with me? The bars and the 50 with me
Get to spittin’ y’all better get down with the Nitty gritty
380 long ass clip, boy spittin’ 50
Shady on me everywhere like Mr. Bentley
Check the words, I’m outside, I’ll wait for ya
If you vamp I’a (vampire) Have somethin’ in steak (stake) for ya
Rum you don’t want a shell
Nitty’ll get boxed in his front yard for the bucks that’s a rummage sale
KOTD, it’s Magic, the show arrived
A little old school from hanging with the older squads
I’ll send his hoe to God
I got a Magnum, four and the barrel
A little under a foot like Captain Morgan
Niggas gonna die whenever that lead come, murder
You give me back words I’ll leave you red, Rum
All black with the locs on, I’ll burn a hater
Rolls the .30-30 you’d think I was the Terminator
Who fuckin’ with me? Come get with me if you sick of me, a bad boy
It’s going down I got Nitty beat
So watch ya mouth before I come in wildin’
You get these lefts and these rights too if Rum ain’t silent
Check the lyrics
If I catch nigga trippin’ it’s milli grippin’ semi-spittin’
Two-by-fours, boards and billy stick ‘em
Ain’t no bitches around here you get the picture
When you get wet with the Calicoe that ain’t skinny dippin’
West Side of St. Louis nigga get a whiff of me
Rum don’t respect Magic they gon’ have to dig Nitty (dignity)
A magazine fold his middle that’s a centerpiece
The kid will run into a barrel that’s a Gymboree
Calm yo ass down before you get put in a trunk dragged to New York
See if they like that Rum bull (Rumble) in the Bronx
Magic pullin’ the pump if I dump Nitty gotta run
See I’ll have ya shit leakin’ from a shot of rum
B muthafuckin’ Magic

[Round 2: Rum Nitty]

You’ll get the Bruce Lee’s, son, I’m not the one for playin’ with
Meaning I’ll swing and crack a chin (cracker/chin)
That’s a White and Asian mix, shit
Off one hand gesture I’ll have shooters in the van that’ll (Vendetta)
Nail son (Nelson) Mandela get ya man wet up, no more debate
If I graze ya cheek with this big K (Bigg K)
You’ll have The Saurus (the sorest) face
Wait, you finna take the L, B
I bust things, I know the feeling must sting (Mustang) from a shell, B (Shelby)
You a shark in the water? Well (Whale), see
Don’t sleep on me I’m sharp with the hands, Bitch I’m from Elm Street
Infrared sit on the Glock meaning my heat gotta ray, I’ll lend you a shot (Heat/Ray Allen)
I’ll give you a box in a hurry with that
This nigga thurr, he scurred
Mr. Bigglesworth, he ain’t never let it fur (fire) on a cat
I should bring the Mac and throw a round
But the next nigga gettin’ chopped and screwed
He attempt to bring it back or slow it down
Pause, you ain’t never in the streets like me
But I heard ya baby mama let the whole gang bang, ya BM A G, I see (C)
Fuck it do, Magic?
I got somethin’ for B, which’ll have him wish he really can do magic
Tool flashin’ and they had to send a realer (Cinderella) nigga
With the pump, you better shoo (shoe) Magic
I’ma bring a casket for y’all all to watch
So when I get the split decision, don’t be surprised on his behalf (B half) Cuz you already saw the box
Real talk you don’t want war, B
I’ll let a shot hit his roof (woof) from a bulldog that’s a real gun bar king (barking)
Mean, say something cricket then ya man die for real
You’ll hear a clicking while he spitting, I’ll get black iced, car tailed
(Black Ice Cartel)
But if you hold on them keys, my killers charge
Hit Magic city then strip ‘em for the work, that’s a titty bar
You’re not even riding with them toys
You McGuire off the ‘roids, you’re the biggest Mark
But that’s cool for now cuz you on top ‘til you get popped
So once you see this four close your mouth (foreclosure)
Or lose your spot, what?
Somebody should have told B that Nitty not a fluke
Lost to the white boy and came back whipping niggas
This shit is in my Roots, but you? You can’t keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I’ll do the job, you decide, Kill yourself!

[Round 2: B Magic]

I say ya last round I coulda wrote that at a lunch break
Think it’s sweet I’ll wait ‘til his dough rise and take rum cake
Fuck around and get shot in the face thinkin’ this pump fake
Maybach Music, I got a Ross for the Gunplay, come play
Nigga it’s over when I hit the scene
Got a Hollow that can make a standup nigga lean
I’m tryin’ not to smoke him like nicotine
Catch some of (Summer) these he gon’ Fall when it’s Spring
Bars after bars every battle
You seen it nigga, eagles burn watch me fire birds on a Phoenix nigga
And Yett Yett I show out (Showoutt) with the nina nigga and let let
My hit man (Hitman) do the remix, nigga
How you wanna play it? What you bring the young thugger for?
I’ll pull it until he drop that’s a tug of war
Put on my glove before I touch it like an oven door
When it sing, OMG, it ain’t an Usher tour
44, tuck it and buck it, never speak the name or see a grave
I’ma made (maid) nigga like Cecil Gaines
AR, gay bar, walk into it and see a flame
Catch a Tommy comin’ in ya door like Gina Payne
If I see playin’ that’s when the cars flip, he ain’t catch it
I see playin’ that’s when the cards flip
Magic about to do a pull-a-nigga card trick
Put these steel arms on ya front like a forklift
Nigga I’m the best, Nitty you should know better
Wanna buy some bars? You’re lookin’ at the wholesaler
A go-getter, with these cans I draw
I bless the bar I mean put these hands on Rum, dumb
The story goes Myers killed you: Laurie Strode
We fit to match I’m wearin’ him out like party clothes
Nigga, the only rum I know is Bacardi Gold
40 blow, tip’ll (T.I.) lay him out like Shawty Lo
We the opposite, if it’s beef I’m going ham dammit
Backhand him, knock him from here to where his fam standin’
All in Phoenix, Yonkers where your fam stayin’
Air a zone a (Arizona) nigga
I tore a wrist (tourists) trippin’ with this Grand Canyon (cannon)
Got niggas in Arizona, grimy cats
Take ya change and slide home, no gettin’ ya diamonds back (Diamondback)
One word to describe Rum, I’ma say
Put the letters together from the initials of his state
B muthafuckin’ Magic

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]

Before I get into these bars just peep
This nigga told Roc that he’ll “cream his back like sunblock”
Clearly deserved a pause to me
But I’m finna kill this nigga for y’all all to see
That “You’ll Never Find” a nigga from the Lou raw as me (Lou Rawls)
Fake ass Conceited can’t whoop Nitty
I go ham so this ain’t Farrakhan type of nigga can’t cook with me
Nitty leaned in with the punch like I’m Ty Law
Got the quickest hands, no spick and span I’ll mop dirty
Use your head but (head butt) don’t throw a low blow
You’ll get boxed dirty get popped early
I’m killin’ Black, it’s a wrap but let me play like he big (B.I.G.)
And this shit will get realer, black (Gorilla Black)
Olympic match, limbs get snapped, shins get cracked
He went for the gold and brought the silver back (Silverback)
Real shit, you came to the West to get that assed kicked
I rack the Dillinger back then ate dog (Nate Dogg)
And left his soul a lil half dead
Clap lead the mac sprayed
I crack heads in a battle like Hollohan versus Pat Stay
You don’t want war homie
I knew after I’d seen Black fry Day(lyt) (Black Friday)
That he had nothin’ else in store for me
I’m finna do him bad day
I’m talkin’ puttin’ 14 in June and take his flag, Day (Flag Day)
That Nina get the singin’ bet you all get wet
Meanin’ you’re gonna die
And a Ross (Diana Ross) was your cause of death
Run up, your whole squad get stretched
I’m off the hip bone to your jaw bone, that’s a Das EFX
Around ya neck I squeeze a belt ‘til you faint
Think it’s funny til they find you with your breathin’
Off key and pale in the face (Key & Peele)
Then your soul will elevate
Tried to wrestle then he died, that was ya ultimate mistake
I don’t play, this 40 will bust you
Your wig pushed off on the last shot, that’s Jordon on Russell, fuck you
You got a savage spittin’ at ya, chill for this magic clip getting fifty cents (50 Cent)
Just tell Magic, stick to rappin’ (Magic Stick)
What’s happening? You ain’t gotta tell to be a lawyer
Rum Nitty TMZ, I see errors (Ciara) in ya Future
I can tell you’re not a shooter, you scared probably
Somethin’ activate his nervous system when he gets near all the Gs (neurology)
Dome shot, close ya casket it’s over Magic
Get closer and pull this nickel behind his ear
Don’t make me Show you Magic
I say what’s happening? I finna add you to a body count
Last minute this shit’ll get Caustic if I gotta take the Shotty out
What I pull from behind’s filled with hot shit
You thinkin’ that it’s still a game
Murder you then Roc next (rock necks) like Wilma chain
You can’t keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I’ll do the job, you decide, Kill yourself!

[Round 3: B Magic]

Peep the way I’m talkin’ to cuz this here flow, pure dope
I’m talkin’ with drugs
You’ll fuck around and get murked trying to walk in the club
Shells ring out like shirts when you wash in a tub, I’m hood shit
You don’t know nothin’ about it
I’m still sparking, I’ll box him with his back missin’ that’s a milk carton
If you still talkin’ and you jumpin’ then good
I’ll call my can Nick (mechanic), it’ll get up under ya hood
I’m nice right? Let’s see who can buck it faster
I’ll have ya ceiling leakin’ when I buck it (bucket) at ya
When I pull up with that ratchet, a fuckin’ clapper
Get ya back handed to you like a puppet master
Watch me turn it up like the system low, fifth will blow
You about to kiss one of these mistletoes
This nigga slow, think quick when I bust at you
With a first round in seconds, Lux battle
First the mac burn Nitty
If they steppin’ with you then ya whole frat turn, Nitty (fraternity)
Nigga listen to the style you could learn Nitty
I made it pop to have a good word pattern Nitty (paternity)
Homie Magic beastin’ everything I think is crack
I hit ya memory bank with these thinkin’ caps, what you think of that?
Should I bring it back? I’m too witty
Not tryin’ to unite but I’m comin’ after you Nitty (unity)
You don’t like it the heat will spark ya
I’m killin’ niggas on the web like Peter Parker
Lil nigga ya bars low like you need a charger
Me? Tyson with Donald, Broner, Ali, Tarver
The flow flame, cocaine, straight dummy, nine blow
Switching to Geico couldn’t save Money
St. Louis state of mind nigga, straight scummy
About to pull a nigga card how I play Rummy
Got this shit in a bag like a dog walker
You don’t wanna pass away like a ball hogger
And if you really got a problem, no fearin’ Black, hear a strap
Kill yourself like a mirror match
I told ‘em once, these muthafuckas scared,
I’m from the muthafuckin’ Lou, that’s how a muthafucka play it,
Beat me? Can you believe what this muthafucka said?
You musta slipped, fell and bumped your muthafuckin’ head

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