Jae millz vs murda mook battle lyrics 8
Murda Mook took place years ago, so hopefully he'll jump back into the fire in the near future. Beauty - Jae Millz. Our Network HipHopDX Roughstock Cheri Media.
Nick for my bay strip Imaging me dying of Millz We got a better chance of seeing Jay-Z resigning Amil I'm what's real, run up on you dump them 3's You a pussy it's that time of the month to bleed Don't worry about me, don't ask me my business Where was you when you crew got they ass beat on Lenox? Come with me I'll walk you into an office I show you how to make these bosses, pass you offers Houses and shit and classy Porsche's You ain't ever had Sean Combs shaking your hand Like damn you are the man, dude understand You are not a rapper you are a fan You probably got your Best of Millz mad cipher tape I'm a veteran fool you stepping to who I'm like Godzilla you Peppe Le Peu You better than who?
Nice to meet you Jarvis Everybody in attendance, let's get this started He the nicest? Wait a minute I got you b I hold the roc well that's why I feel like someone watching me Why niggas talk songs with trashy hooks? Please Jae He lost to a nigga that walked to Brooklyn for cheesecake It was a meat stake he try to fuck with me I'm born on Friday the 13th, ain't no luck with me Dog talk how he spray those things When your gun shoot blank man, he should call it Damon Wayons He the type that's not known to kill, but always wanna hold the steel I roll up on him, he like Jae Millz] It must be cause of Hot 9 or cause he see my face on TV now Got this ugly ass nigga thinking I'm sweet now Like I won't run up on him and have him hearing more cocking And popping than a Whoo Kid freestyle Listen I'm a street child That'll spit in your face and put 21 on your chest like D.
Nigga I get respect from the rappers you kaninchen nasser gesichtsfeldausfall up to Plus no one love you So even lyric I die you stand under my grave I'm a still be above you Half of me is like Millz he can't touch you But the other half is like fuck it he trying to crush you And I work to hard to climb the charts and fall To a nigga named John Archibald?
Calling your poppy the only time he ask for Papi I remember the nigga was fat and sloppy Running around Harlem trying to say his ass was stocky He a stupid mahfucka he don't act too properly He the type, go in a meat market and ask for broccoli You gassed I'm kae, see [Round 5: Jae Millz] Ayo my flow is swifter than a young Magic What?SMACK / URL PRESENTS IRON SOLOMON VS MURDA MOOK
Come on, I'm mean nigga And if I tell you I'm moom smack the shit out you That's exactly what I mean nigga Look I don't just rap it faggot I'm living it And you? I ain't hearing it You ain't gotta tell me bout your deal cause I'm wearing it [Round 3: Murda Mook] Aye man didn't I tell you to stop talking?
Jae Mills vs Murda Mook
I can tell this kid's retarded Throw him in a psychiatric ward, get his head straight And get off my dick, I can't afford your dead weight You go against me? Wait The grave six feet but I'm digging it deeper I'm starting to Takeover and giving him Ether Them things stay on my homeboys hip like a beeper He couldn't walk in my shoes, nor live in my sneakers What the fuck is a Murda Mook?
Murda Mook] Your lame lines ain't amusing duke, I heard harder shit in a musical And I'm murder proof, you can never murder Mook Nickname me Rae Carruth If he wanna talk abuse, talk his umrda off the roof You a lame solider, you the same solider Your face get ran over, , you know I'm still the same Still slang mrda same cocoa and for the right price I slain your man over You know you ain't really hard, you just a bitch with a titty job Murder Mook will gun up on your Michigan state, put six in your face You know Milkz Mook spit harder than most He got a dirty mouth I let him lyric the toast He see the spark and the smoke He foolish if he think he dodging them both Got targeted battpe scope, his brain will be a part of the coast I market the coke, lyricx need work?
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Yo I think I'm really hot When I rhyme your bitch grab her puss and diddy bop She put her skully down And if you ain't like the burner we might cut a nigga Or you might just get jumped by a mirda niggas I get my niggas hype enough they miloz buck a nigga And you's a bitch you the type that wanna lyric a nigga See you's a sucka nigga, the type to run your track get your face smacked And yell "Watch when I come back!
I'm a boss I don't get that I'm a spit caps at your six pack and watch your ribs crack Take advice get back, you don't really wanna die He can't blossom out his bag, he ain't a fucking butterfly I know how to make the butter fly, you cop once, you cop twice You got 10 I got white, I got grams I got vd Wanna cop from me? Just talk about the jungle, but I live in it This shit is like a sport and this soccer nigga is kicking it But my niggas is balling, shooting it out, niggas is riding through couping it out All flossy and shit with his bitch and his hattle out But I'm trying to go from a stoop to a house So you dumb niggas tell me why you think that the tools is out I'm comfortable why you think that my jewels is out You's a lil nigga somebody look the fool is out Listen, homie I live this I don't just talk it And a ticket of nattle yo ass is boarded Fuck shopping demos dog don't force it Want a deal lil man?
Oh I get it you just wanna get a lil fame so you could get a lil name And probably get up in the game I got fans fam', and I'm talking a good amount And Mook well relatives and friends in mugda hood don't count I'm a star in cities and states you never even seen nigga Jaae fuck you mean nigga? Murda Mook] You a phony homie it's time you get executed Somebody tried and failed and I'm a be the best to do it And best believe I ain't taking an L I'm a treat 'em like a turtle put his face in a shell You ain't taking it well that's what you get for talking, it's my fault I should've paid for his mom's abortion That's a no-no Lesson in life; don't owe dough And on the low though, it may stand for most homo He got a lil deal but his bread can't lyric me I remember you and Charlie used to share Jerseys Now you talk gangsta, but partner's lying Ain't you the nigga used to get smacked in art and design?
Look at his grill you seen how Millz jae that shit? He got athletes foot I done did more than half these crooks I keep telling these fags, it's a difference between facts and book [Round 4: Jae Millz] As far as your breath go you wasting it Cause you trash plus you suck so face it stupid You not making it, please what is you saying bitch I jze rhymes from '96 that's hotter than half of your latest shit I'm a beast nigga I will depart you Matter fact why argue?
You don't murds me put in the damn order To take your bitch, rape the bitch Tape her shit and make you hold the camcorder You the hottest out? What happened to Mook why he look fs a fiend and shit?
Dog coming at Millz that's not smart at all Battling Millz that's like playing ball at the park in fall It's embarrassing how the flow is just passing him He dreaming and imagine him, Roscoe starting to laugh at battoe This shit a disgrace be for real I'm cooking him straight This nigga sick now, look at his face!
L I'm sick with an unfriendly lyric Freddy ain't got nothing on me Nigga I'm a nightmare on any street Mellow or battlle I'm a nightmare on any street And I'll embarrass any geek Prick I got plenty heat, rarely talk I just let lygics grants and Benji's speak And in a year I'm a mueda my Rolls and Benzy's speak [Round 5: Murda Mook] Relax homie you don't want no drama Talking silly, I can see you don't like yo mama So I'm a run up in your crib, snatch her and the kid And lyric him in a cage starving with your man Osama You the hardest nigga spitting and shit, he'll approach with a toast Dickhead ain't have a clip in his shit So I pulled out the clip and the fifth and he tried to split Second rookie mistake, I had an emph on the shit So I started spitting the shit and he was dodging, battle lyrics and lyrrics Behind cars in the windows and shit And I compare life to a Scarface movie, murea right I just skip to the end of the shit Listen here, it's muda Reyonld's wrap, cause I spit rapid heat That'll fill your cavity like a dental cap You big bitch, when you was an infant his first words was probably "Yo mama, where the menu at?
Nigga you's trash you can't even murder the booth What's the last gun you clutch?
I'll give it to you First hand, brought two extra heaters Just in case the first jam, don't try to step to me Now you know I squirt cans Make sure you rest in peace I bring it to your church fam' I got too many heats to blow Precinct homo y'all got chiefs to blow Don't talk about squeezing fours Cause I'll have his face with more red shit than pizza dough Nigga, no-no-n, you don't wanna see this fo-fo blow You the type to trick all yo dough, call em over but your whores don't show And look at this, you got a lil something on your wrist But listen up when I tell you that the story got a twist When battle go wrong, he coming to two fif My watch get shipped to Switzerland to get fixed And you talk about a brick, which cracks you chopping?
You'll be catered Dog, I move more raw than a sushi waiter From New York to Georgia all through Decatur I'm his bosses battle, man I do him favors Got shoes and they usually gator, got tools usually something I can use Introduce your maker, put clips in your frame, I'm a movie maker Got chicks for some change, you a groupie chaser Dudes is haters, mad cause I'm me Mad cause what I call bad moving half of a key Pack two guns and that's when I'm sleep The bottom line I'm getting kinda tired so you bastards should flee Why should I chit chat?
4. Jae Millz vs Murda Mook
Why would I wanna be in his shoes? Nigga who are you? You choir boy you can't even tear a beat down You ain't gotta say I'm hot, so what? Matter of fact bitch name the last gun you touched I mean if you wanna be serious We all know you ain't living out what you spitting out Point blank, period All that bullshit you talking?
You'd rather fight a Fed case My school used to always say I was a head moo I was the only 5th grader blowing L's And from how I used to always bring guns to show and tell He'll bring a box with some things that he fix I'll bring a Glock with some things in the clip Go ahead, turn your back if you like Cause through the grapevine Millz, I heard that's how you ask for the pipe Don't get trapped in the hype homeboy, you ain't real I don't wanna hear no mess about how you spray steel Cause in the pen I heard they told you to stay still Twenty niggas in the shower ready to J Millz He yap a good game Jae Millz] I just wanna walk with you, I don't wanna battle I just wanna talk to you How you feel about me?
All I know is Vado got hit by some guy, yo The shit sounded like he got hit by a Tahoe Everything after all I seen was his eyes closed But it could've been my fault he was probably high though [Round 1: Not at all my nigga I'm a motherfucking animal you should've stuck to ball my nigga I ain't a joke, stupid, my flow will give you flesh wounds Yeah I'm for real Pharrell but no, I ain't the Neptunes I'm the vet whom we'll put the Wes' to him And lyric it clap til ain't a damn thing left to him I bring death to em Make hollows jump out the barrel and stretch through em I'll put a Ljrics to em this nigga dead somebody bring the EMS to em This nigga ain't even aight how you bringing the best to him?
It's time we medal the score You just mad cause downtown my name get mentioned more than yours Only bitch niggas talk like whores Homeboy you false, you don't got what it cost to ball So you wanna sport the Jacob but your dough ain't there yet And you wanna be the kid but your flow ain't there yet I know you wanna see me fail, but I'm NBA'in it John you still P.
Lil fat faggot nigga running bzttle trying to rhyme One of them niggas that got sent to the store from time to time I been in this shit I'm labeled as a menace to the game Every second flipping a brick addicted to the caine Don't talk about your rims and how they spinning on your Range Cause when you stop only thing still spinning is your waves And you know Mook pops off I nicknamed my gun can opener Mills, it'll take your top off Now look at him sick I know he bout to hurl but let's get a lil more personal I know about his girl, he got a wife named Cether Everybody skeets her all I had to get her was cab fair and a pizza But you cuffs the bitch you won't ever leave her She a dog off the chain Mills you better leash her Might see me court side, Rucker game beast up Try run up on me, just know I be pieced up I never let you take shit when the tray spit It'll leave him unidentified like a spaceship He the type to take 8 nicks and say his weight flipped I'm the type that use St.
We'll have things fixed soon. Jae Mills vs Murda Mook Lyrics [Round 1: Verified Artists All Artists: Subscribe for more great video's and sweet reggae musi Loaded Lux on Murda Mook: He got athletes foot I done did more than half these crooks I keep telling these fags, it's a difference between facts and book [Round 4: And the level that you just now reaching stupid I been passed it I write classics, but never mind that fuck all this rap shit He'll get his ass kicked Yeah you could rap it, but you might as well go kiss a nigga Nigga, cause to me you still a faggot You'll get your abs ripped Shorty I got mad clips With bullets the size of Chinese crab sticks Small timer you ain't sticking nothing You's a lil nigga I bet you and jae bitch be humping Listen to yourself you spit like a youngin' Damn you still on that battle shit take your ass to or something Get a hustle, try to stack up your chips or something Save up try to lease a lil whip or something But please, just leave me the fuck alone Stop trying to shine off me and come up on your own, homes From what I heard you could've been superb in hoops But now you run around trying to spit words in groups It moo, matter, Mook Murda or Murda Mook Either way this nigga pussy my mother will murder Mook Fuck all the magazines and shit I live this, you don't even dream the shit I love when niggas try to make a scene and shit So it don't shock you when you ask "yo you seen that shit?
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- The Rapfest Series 8 featuring Jae Millz, Murda Mook & Nems
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