Correction Lyrics Nu Jerzey Twork vs. Real Name Brandon by URLtv

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I said, save it, bro
To be honest, you one of my favorites, though
Rookie of the Year...that sh*t should be engraved in stone
This n***a...beat NXT, beat MVP for the championship
N***a just had a cla**ic with Suge
OK, you made it known
OK - keep climbin', Brandon
You ever seen Game of-
I raise the chrome!
Steel .9!
Even if I get into arm's length, I'mma peel mine
I'm talkin' right here at this URL event, he get killed live
If this Caffeine stream start f**kin' up, just know it was REAL TIME!
Steel .9

{chokes}

Steel .9, I let four ring out
Smack will have to bring you Coffee [?]
This a casket, this ain't Ultimatе Madness
That ain't something they can just pull Namе out
Thangs shout, I'ma clap this thing
Nah, I'ma put the gun down and open palm you so hard
You hit the ground but your hat still hang
I'm talkin' Troy Mitchell
SMACK Real Name!
Steel bang
{chokes}

Jersey

I said....
Why the f**k you got a bigger .9?
Instead of the 4-5?
Why the f**k when the cops shot at you, you first reaction was to go live
I would've shot back, no bap
Ain't that how y'all say it?
Piru, Blood gang members
Y'all replace your "c's" with "b's"
That stupid sh*t will have you in the ICU, getting dropped off by an EMT
When I heard you say you was from Piru, Blood gang
I said, "Hmmm. Now that's quite complex."
Cause Piru and Blood gang...two totally different things on the west
Have you ever even been to Rosewood?
Probably wouldn't know what to do in the bricks
You gotta check in and get the homie's guns if you gonna be usin' the clip
The Rooster didn't know there was rules to, this sh*t
When they told me they wanted me to battle on five days prep
I kept it 100 with Beas' like, "I don't know if that's gon' work"
I saw the number and Twork name, figured I had to snatch the purse
Robbin' old ladies n***a, for real? That was your go to?
Dead homies, if you tried to rob Rosalee Daniels, my granny would've smoked you
I'm from Pasadena, do you know what war is like in my city?
Bullets flyin' and police sirens
When you in the field, you don't do no runnin'
Twin .380s, the baby's blew (blue) like a gender reveal
Then we realized the boys was comin'
My dawgs go dummy!
If there was ever an issue
Our only instinct was to get witchu
Shooters for real
N***as made they name off a pistol
I got so many stripes on the .44, the bulldog look brindle
Ain't no pretend to
If I said it, I mean it for real
Invade my space, I won't hesitate on squeezin' the steel
When I black, if he don't Get Out, ain't nothin' left for me to do but key and peel (Key & Peele)
I go to war wit' dawg
I was a young n***a, forced to brawl
You thought you was gonna get up here and push a fat n***a around?
I ain't Norbes at all
My day ones will pack you before that happen
And you know what they say about jumpin'
You gotta get your core involved or the .4 will spark
Best case scenario
He get OJ'd by Real Name; Orenthal
But I get it
You don't know how the gorillas move out here
If I go in my bag- Llamas, bulldogs, Eagles, it's a zoo out here
You new gangbangers be watered down
N***as be walkin' on sets
It used to be about guns and b***er
This sh*t ain't the same
Twister game
You used to have to use hands and feet to get put on a color
I heard you had an accident that was tragic
Had to raise some money
Ain't it crazy how life feels?
If I would've crashed your whip, there wouldn't have been no Go Fund Me
They would've had to Go Find Him
I don't think that you the gangsta that you be makin' it seem
You be pillow talkin' like a muthaf**ka
All on the internet, makin' a scene
Can't hold water
You even ate Coffee a**, and then spilt the beans
I bet that n***a Yusef give you bars
But when you get booked do you n***as split the cheese?
Twork (twerk), usin' Drugz (drugs) to make a dollar? Sound like a stripper to me
I'll click it and squeak, boy I don't leave the house without bringin' a pole
Raivon
Anderson
I used to think you was cold
You was The One, Mr. Anderson, now I don't believe in you bro
15 wit' one in the head, I let all 16 of 'em go
I'mma give you the Max
Well (Maxwell), what ever it takes to get Neo's soul (neo-soul)
If I squeeze it, it blow
All of the homies copy that
I'm 'bout 300 solid, I ain't never been sloppy fat
I don't advise  you run, cause I'ma chase you down with the Tommy stat
Get just close enough to put the piece (peace) to Jerusalem, got his (God is) back
I'm really one of the best, this is factual
I walked into URL sayin' sh*t with my chest
The only rook' movin' like a king around this castle
What's this supposed to be?
Redemption for that Surf sh*t?
N***a that ain't gon' help
Martin Lawrence/Martin Payne, you played yourself
They believe in you, but this is suicide, you gotta believe you can hang yourself
I'm nice with this sh*t
I feel like they tried to sacrificial lamb you, boy
To say the least I was quite offended
But this gon' be a cold body, like cryogenics
My slide relentless
Banana wit' the chopper, b*t*h you fried in an instant
Leg up, arm out, like the Heisman figure
I'm tired of n***as
Actin' like I ain't him
Like I just popped up outta nowhere
Like I ain't put work in
On my kid, I really be mad as sh*t
All that hatin' in the culture, n***a cancel it
Cause dead homies, I'm wit' however y'all wanna handle it
N***a we can go outside and war (Anwar)
However Twork wanna manage it
And all that Piru, Blood gang member
You need to address that with urgency
This the west
Bloods wear red, Piru's burgundy
HTK n***a

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