Go Rilla Warfare Charlie Clips Vs Jc Lyrics

[Round 1: JC]
Grown man bars is something you gotta deal with it
Nah that's not my shit...
Nestle Crunch bars is something you had your meal with
So no matter how many of them fabricated lines you
Give DNA you still gotta chaperone them field trips
A lot of nigga say this is past due, I gladly debate
I was already passing this hater now a few battles in
Now I'm also here for an actual favor
So Charlie, Charlie, Charlie...
I am that nigga and you know it, Charlie
So don't give me that same hopeless Charlie
That fake a freestyle when I'm choking Charlie, I need better
Cause wait, you put on
Which means I can feed better cause of the weight you put on
So it's showtime, let's rock Charlie, I solidified my spot Charlie
And I'm ready to pop, there's choppers everywhere
It look like a Harley Davidson block party
I'm kicking doors down, even clapping the neighbors
If he don't pay today, layaway
We gon' drop one and come back for him later
Now DNA, you had my name in your mouth twice
And I did not respond to you cause I felt like.....
Your painful faced ass done had enough stress
Besides y'all only accomplish in being the accomplice
That mean y'all association suspect
My bars been on Neptune, I been called a nerd
Obviously I don't get the shit, but since I'm grinding
I'ma be more known for what I did with Clips
See now that's a for real scheme, and a Pharrell scheme
This shit mean, inf beam
WIll put a whole clip on the Clips and give him a split screen
You know exactly what I don't like
About your guess which room I'm in scheme?
You started with the kitchen
We all know that's the hardest place to part you from, admit it
But I'm past it though
I mean you not really built to handle the problem you asking for
Trust me it's rough like that
Something as simple as a hand raise
And they'll have to find ya whole band aid, I'm cut like that
Chicago, I'm back in this bitch once again
I feel like I'm developing with you
Besides Gracie always trying to throw me a fat bitch pussy
She just ain't ever tell me it was you
Battle rap can't do shit with me, I think they missing that
When I say nobody alive that's stopping me
That's like private property; you should take offence to that
Cause I'm so official, I don't give a fuck if your soldiers with you
I'm cut with that metal like Yoshimitsu
If I send shooters, no one miss you, if you get hit, no one miss you
They came whole blocks Charlie, you still here?
They wasn't suppose to get you
Now if I sent a hit, soldiers, militant, unloading missiles
Fold them hoes that's with you
Lift an arm that'll get him sent to god
And let his soul assist him thru the solar system
What's happening Charlie?
You was known for that action what happened Charlie?
All that chapping will have me and my cats
Silence them straps and Chaplin Charlie
See I'm a war vulture
You should've agreed to this when you was more sober
Cause now this won't end until I spray up that crib, that's a fore-closure
Something about this got you thinking this a game my nigga
Every line you got for me is watered down line
You had for somebody else, the shit's the same my nigga
Difference is I'm well rounded
Well around, round for round the nicest
And you just well rounded, but that's not my point, my point is it's pointless to bring that game to an unpredictable court
This is the sport where I kick in the fort
Burn everything and get rid of the corpse
So let's play, with that scope ain't shit below that thick ass neck say
If I could even knock food off chest plates, I'm amazing Charlie
I'm amazing Charlie, amazed at the amazement of them
Seeing you struggle with this maze you in, Charlie
Face that shit, I'm that nigga
Now do something to forget about this ass whooping
You got a girl, go smash Ash nigga
Funny thing is I had that same line for K-Shine
When I was gon battle that nigga
Any beef, my niggas just roll up, stretching niggas
It's like publishing clearing house
We just showed up checking niggas
Face it fat man
Everybody wanna be me but can't accept my weight
I'm lying? You had 2 battles in 5 years
Now you got 3 in 3 weeks, I rest my case
But to be honest, I really think you gon' survive nigga
Sike... (I lied nigga!)
Charlie Clips been thru all that without fucking up
Imagine that shit
But I'ma dude who real, I'm too for real and you a blooper reel
Cause they just laughing at Clips
But that "sike I lied" shit, awful habit
Smack ain't book you cause you lost to Magic, it was awful, tragic
I saw it happen, but you looked worse for more bitchin'
They wanted to shut you up
So they sent you from a magician to a mortician
I'm so ready, I got the team with, here I got the screen switched
I told 'em air Uzi's like BET air movies, that mean clean Clips
Stop bitching, I'll have your whole block missing
Call your troops, the plot thickens
I SWAT raid, blocks cave when I'm stock pitching
Stop pitching and I'm hitting everything, not missing
And we not lock picking, if it's locked, kick it!
Dry Clips like we editing, fry his skin
And make 'em all watch cause I tied his kin
I got Clips rocked first like Lionz Den
Everybody you with, Clips, a bitch, Clips, watch........ Bitch
Real shit, DNA is really ugly bro, you think hoes watch him?
Cause it's about to get real Clips, like Most Shocking
I'm better than you with every ability
That's why losing to me is an inevitability
I don't try to spit, but I'm a businessman
That's why last week I retired Rich and I'll probably retire rich
You said, 'Fuck Smack” you fucking with coke right?
But he choke so much he probably don't even remember the shit
Well that's cool just don't expect any credit
When these niggas see the end of Clips
You just lost a fat ass battle


[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
Club Adrionis, this look like the same club I think Smack spent 6 G's at... Oh yeah, I remember being in this bitch
Cause this the same spot I killed Big T at
Okay, okay it was a debatable classic
They locked two big gorillas right
It's like they put us like in one little cage
And Big Kannon tried to battle me after that but I told him 'No!
I will not battle no more fat niggas on this little ass stage”
Now you said my 'Guess which room I'm in” scheme was kinda weak, and I started off in the kitchen
But I was losing weight at the time, so that was the last room
But see lyrically that's why I know you ain't shit
Cause if you studied my scheme
You would've knew that I started off in the bathroom
They got me back in Chicago for some Bull-shit
I thought they was gonna give me a gangsta nigga
That be gripping the hammer
Instead they gave me a nigga that's NICE
Nah I'm serious, like dude got ridiculous manners
Mz Gracie called my phone like, 'who you wanna battle babe?”
I'm like, 'slow down, I'm bout to give you the answer”
Then her phone started breaking up, now I know what happened
The bitch must've thought I said give me a dancer
You did a dance video for Chris Stokes, clearly, no debating
You a lame dog, but the fucked up part is y'all still believe in his gun bars, and that's a shame dog
I hate that fucking video! No I'm lying, you did yo' thang dog
Between me and you my favorite part
Was when you did the robot to take yo chain off
If you wanna be a dancer then be a dancer
Battle rapping won't stop your skills
But you can't kill a nigga then pop lock
That just says I don't pop the steel
If you try to do the robot around me, I'ma let this 4 pop ya grill
You'll be moving slow the rest of your life
I'll turn you into a robot for real!
Ain't no 'haha” or 'kiki” little nigga that was a true bar
See lyrically y'all think I'm ill, but the way he rap, you think you are
You stole Ill style, Ill delivery, you even say your words just like him
You probably wanna wear skinny jeans and go to sleep
And then wake up to Verb, just like him
You probably be like, 'mmm mmm mmm”
And wear female Uggs just like him
If you think you better than me
Well now you on drugs, just like him
Nigga y'all not thugs, you just light skin
You stealing Smack's change, Yung Ill became a cokehead
What else they got in common? Y'all both from the Midwest
Both took a L to O-Red
But since we talking about Jersey, my Shotgun will throw lead
Impact will be Serius cause my Arsonal got no dreads
These bullets will Surf in your calf, knock off your whole leg
My shit hit niggas and bitches, my pump co-ed
If ya girl don't wanna die here tell her weave
I grab the whole head; put a scalp on the barrell
And let it rain their with no sled
You stole Smack change my nigga, you have no bread
That's why your girl wake up to my sausage
Every morning, with no eggs
Cause you'll battle for a plane ticket
Parasuco's with the lines going down both legs
A Paco linen vest and probably a new pair of pro kegs
But we off that
My shooter is so cold with that iron
You would think my hitman is anemic
He don't save bullets he throw everything up
It's like my hitman is bulimic
He'll catch you with your girl, that's 3 shots, my Hitman is a genius
Two for you, but the 3rd round is for your boo
My hitman is conceited
Y'all get it, 3rd round, boo, Hitman, Conceited...
I'm so mean with it, for those who ain't catch it, that 3rd round shit
I'll bring it back and do a different scheme with it
If yo' ex is a Factor in yo' life she could be mean with it
I catch that bitch walking Miles in Detroit
I grab my gun, attach the beam with it
3 shots, hit a spleen with it
Tell Marv one to clean the scene with it
Cops come all they find is 3 rounds and that bitch choking
I'm so clean with it
I know you not from the D, but it's all Michigan to me
So why not break it down?
Why give the X-Factor the whole clip
When I showed y'all he couldn't take a round?
I'll tie his brother Midwest up and tell him
'Shhh! Don't make a sound”
With a sharp ass knife
I give 'em an inch and God will be taking Miles
Y'all know that old saying, 'give an inch, take a mile”
Well that's drastic, they like how you come up with this shit?
A.I. couldn't even give you the answer cause that's practice
You from the Yak? Well I'll grab this big ass K
And it'll spin a Yak backwards... who else is from the YAK tho?
You and Ill Will? Y'all got some hard fans
Y'all know y'all love Ill Will, but if we battled who'd die?
Ill will like it's God's plan, so tell Ill Will
He better have a ill will before I send him in God's hand
Cause Ill will get to speak to Ill WIll when I send him next to Nas' man
My Beloved Joed Budden said that you would win this battle
And I was thinking, 'damn, that's how my nigga Mouse feel?”
Well he was kidding, he set you up for the trap
So you could understand how a mouse feel
You not lyrical, you spit a bar forward then bring a bar backwards
That ain't about skill, you say stupid shit like
'Charlie you build your house, I sit back and watch my house build”
And we'll all go 'wooh! That shit was flames my nigga”
But 'house build, build house” that shit is the same my nigga
If you wanna become top tier
That bullshit you do gon have to change my nigga
Or you ain't gon see cash money til you 35 like The Game my nigga
Or how about when you told Ill
'Nigga you force yo' punch, I punch with force”
Now my dumbass at the time was like
'Wooh! That shit was flames my nigga”
Then my mans tapped me like, "yo, force yo punch, punch with-
That shit is the same my nigga"
See that's why you lost to O-Red
Yeah you did your thang my nigga
You was a menace til O dogg'd you without 'cain my nigga
And you not undefeated, yeah
I'm just waiting on King Of The Dot to drop the fucking footage
Not of me killing Dirtbag Dan
But of you taking a clear L to 100 Bulletz
And you lost to Young Kannon
Had a gun in front of you but didn't pull it
So how y'all calling him a killer
When he couldn't handle a Cannon, Clips, and Bulletz?
But these Stan's probably think all 3 of us again
And burn you until you see ashes
Cause a cannon plus a clip that hold 100 bulletz equal 3 caskets
I don't know about Darell Jones
But everything in my arsenal do rematches
But if you wanna fight, if you wanna catch the fade
Serious my hands will line him up
Brazilian style; grab this pussy, give him a designer cut
Drop the blade, I look for the shit and if I go find the pump
My shit go... nigga you lucky my time is up