T-Top vs. Pry The Great by The CampOut Lyrics
[Pry the Great]
Nigga, you ain't do shit when niggas was swingin' on ya man
You was fallin' on stage, gettin' poked at the events
Fonz should say, "Fuck you. You gets nothin' after this."
Puttin' a Bear on a wall; it ain't a huntin' accident
Nigga, here the fuck we go again
Skinny vers' fat nigga; another number ten
They say, "T-Top gon' box you." Nigga, hardly
I got two jobs and two kids; I know a busy body, nigga
You was at home, talkin' about Mike P's bitch bein' a silly ho...
When yo' baby momma out here suckin' a nigga dick on video?
So, while you rappin' and spittin', her mouth showin' more love
You get all the views on YouTube... and she get more on Pornhub
"Nigga, they say the Bear gon' kill you." Nigga, spare mе
They say, "He be rappin', though." Nigga, barеly!
Shoot yo' face with the tool and I aim wit' precision
That'll leave Top missin' a grill; turn this nigga to Queen Vi—
Boy, battlin' Eazy, I done watched you make yo' stock drop
Just like a fake drug dealer, out here makin' the block hot
Boy, if it ain't dirt on a nigga name, yo' ass be in danger
Just like a fat bitch 'cause you only good with the angles, nigga
I knew you was lyin' 'cause-a the stories you told like they was facts
This nigga said he had COVID and was sanitizin' the drugs
[points at Eazy the Block Captain] against him
Bitch, who the fuck does that?
Nigga, I be in yo' house, fuckin' yo' bitch—now, tell that!
He pull up? I'm still hittin'... raw—I don't give a fuck if the Bear back!
Nigga, twelve gauge! Never, ever had me lose my faith
One shot'll blow a nigga up and leave him in tip-top shape
Nigga, I know niggas that'll take yo' kids on my say
And you'll never get it; you will just see what you made like gross pay
Nigga, fuck you!
I know you was made Prep made you the episode-a Clickbait
That's prolly how Brizz felt when he realized how real you ain't
Nigga, durin' that brawl, you fell
Then rolled over 'cause you was scared
It was pitiful
Brizz disappeared all mystical...
And he ain't help the Bear‽
Nigga, what happened, king? Where was all the lefts and rights?
What good is the Bear if it barely fights?
Boy, if niggas started shootin', Top woulda did a nosedive
Bulldog to ya mans ain't good; I guess that's why Raw hide, nigga!
How the fuck you serve yo' momma crack and sleep well?
All crackheads don't live as long as Ezal, nigga!
Yo' mans shoulda told you, "No.
You gotta go a different route."
'Cause even if Brizz witchu
I bet the raw is still at yo' momma house, nigga
Boy, if we fightin', that shit'll just be practice
One punch will knock change and snacks out this fat bitch
Nigga, I done sold a few things but I don't got all the answers
That be the only time you see me pushin' weight on camera
Nigga, I'll beat yo' like the old AB; I'll be the cam man
I'm talkin' fisticuffs 'cause I can beat him wit' bear hands
But if we went a different route, trust, you can die real soon
You like croissants? Well, eat this biscuit wit' a half-Moon, nigga!
Yeah! The rumor is true; yeah, it was me
A nigga killed Melvin; I done spilled the tea
Nigga, you told Ars you was gon' get your daughter to beat his daughter up for a fee
My daughter's older so I just point to yours and my daughter'll beat her up for free
I wish a nigga would bring the drama to where I live
Comin' out my homes, a bullet'll leave a nigga slantin' on the hill
All it takes is one button to start it up like [?]
You won't have to battle Dot again to reach God
But I seen what you did for Don Marino in that battle
Shit gave him a good look
Throwin' haymakers in the crowd...
You shoulda did that when Brizz was fightin' Mook!
Nigga, I keep bringin' it up 'cause he act like he a real-life threat
Come to find out the Bear be gettin' dogged like Panda Express
Boy, I heard you tryna get ya health in order, workin' out, goin' hard
I could make you lose that weight real fast... usin' a gemstar!
These hands'll put you to sleep like a sedative
All it takes is a cal, boy, to crop Top like Ezekiel Elliott
Nigga, don't be mad at me 'cause yo' life is up in the air
You know it's only a few angles you can take wit' a square
Nigga, this is false advertisement; that's all I know
Like callin' yourself the Bear and can't go back to Chicago
Or the fact that you serve crack to yo' own momma, though
You never took yo' mom on vacation; why she love the poke-a-nose?
Nigga, you are fakin' and I'm here to show the real thing
Michael Jackson 'cause what's done in the dark will come to the light
And this is it, king!
You played yo' mans out of a battle and for that, I don't respect ya
No bread shoulda came in between y'all and for that, he shoulda double-decked ya
This lil baby I got make him see the bigger picture
When I raise it, the [?] is slightly off like astigmatism
I got a chopper for you, nigga; this shit'll break or make you
And if y'all down with the fake drug-sellin'-ass nigga then y'all can get the K, too
Welcome to my house, bitch! First stop was the kitchen
And for y'all that said I couldn't beat him, now how did it feel to bear witness?
You in the ring wit' a killer; just know it's danger
I'm the Hulk watchin' TV; gotta channel my anger
All them bars you gon' talk is not gon' fly
It's a thousand way to die, nigga (And you chose Pry!)
[T-Top]
Yo, Cleveland, this my openin' verse... like, fuck a casket!
Throw this bastard in the back and just close the hearse!
See, I ain't come here to make the crowd go berserk
I came here just to show y'all work—now let me put it in!
Dawg, don't ask me who name they came to see, nigga
Of course it's mine
Everything you just said in yo' battle, pussy, was borderline
I ain't even supposed to be here witchu right now
I should be havin' daddy–daughter time
And y'all gon' bring the Bear to the camp? Fire!
I guess it's story time
Fonz called my phone; said, "Top, I got a card comin' up and I ain't really got no matches to sell."
I mean, he ain't wanna say it but the nigga was askin' for hell
He said, "I got this dude from Cincinnati and he's even willin' to travel himself.
So how 'bout T-Top vers' the Great?" I say, "Look, I can't battle myself.
But I'll be there!" I just hope he ain't a know-it-all
'Cause I'll jam my fingers right in his face; look like a bowlin' ball
Don't talk while I'm talkin', nigga, or a snub gon' be the only thing you focused on
I mean, if you pry in my business then I'ma put the nose where it don't belong, bitch!
And I ain't come here to get fancy witchu
Like, if dis intergrate he gon' disintergrate for dissin' a gr—
I came to shoot you in yo' leg and have you limpin' away!
Plug talk! I done really sold a brick in a day
So much soda, I tried to get a zip off the eight! I was wylin'!
I mean, we all had chicken but I don't know about no Shake 'n Bake
My whole life was backwards! Guess that's why I added bake to shake
I shouldn't even be here in this battle; I should be at home wit' a razorblade
Goin' back and forth with science; I give a fuck about this Great deba—!
Nobody knows you, nigga! He ain't even got no noble wins!
They know once Top step in the ring, that's when the show begin
I know what you thinkin': "You wasn't on Summer Madness. The Drake card. Smack won't ever let you flow again."
Well, even the bitch riders in the NBA can kill niggas in the local gym
Who roll wit' him?
Why y'all ain't tell him to never roll again?
Even the slight chance that he good is Mike friends from The Wood
You know, rollin' slim!
I let the toaster spin
Ion't care if he a hunnid deep; he don't wanna beef
He gon' make CBS, NBC, crime stoppers if he fuck wit' me
I mean, y'all seen the movie Big Daddy, right?
Well, even the newspaper gon' cover P!
Come and see!
I'ma leave with a gauge smokin'
Just know what I raise evil; I make omens
You try to run, your spine gon' get shot; I ain't jokin'
I'll take his back; we all gon' remember this great moment
Bro, you can't even hold the strap by yourself? That's one rifle!
That's somethin' I could pick up easy like Gun Titles
Don't group me with these battlers; I just came here to check the scene
I show up, show respect, get my check, and leave
Then y'all niggas wanna come here, rappin' about drugs; I gotta clap and act like it's extra-mean
I mean, y'all prep like Top and I gotta help y'all bitches with the self-esteem
I wish ya team would act up, then ya guy is gettin' spilled
'Cause they was cheerin' so hard for you; now, they pride done got 'em killed
[Don Marino]
T-Top! You gotta make sure he lay in dirt!
[T-Top]
Nah, nah, Don
I used to fuck wit' yo' people, you know, from everything from shakes to Percs
Cocaine comin' in on boxes; I remember when they came in crates at first
And now, this shit is like an accordion
[Don Marino]
'Cause we had kis on both sides?
[T-Top]
Nah! 'Cause I had to stretch that shit to make it work, bitch!
We not Bloods or Crips, my nigga!
[Don Marino]
But you still let the MAC lift
[T-Top]
Yeah!
[Don Marino]
'Cause we saw the bang like a blacksmitch!
[T-Top]
Yeah, you better get him closer to God
[Don Marino]
That's a baptist!
[T-Top]
Yeah, and they thought they was gon' get the Bear in the Camp
[Don Marino]
And fucked around and got catfished!
[T-Top]
And that's it!
I start dumpin' at his men
You a beast on stage but you a punk after the event
Even Fonz say, "Fuck you. You gets nothin' after this."
Just tell him the Bear killed him (A huntin' accident!)
Nigga, you ain't do shit when niggas was swingin' on ya man
You was fallin' on stage, gettin' poked at the events
Fonz should say, "Fuck you. You gets nothin' after this."
Puttin' a Bear on a wall; it ain't a huntin' accident
Nigga, here the fuck we go again
Skinny vers' fat nigga; another number ten
They say, "T-Top gon' box you." Nigga, hardly
I got two jobs and two kids; I know a busy body, nigga
You was at home, talkin' about Mike P's bitch bein' a silly ho...
When yo' baby momma out here suckin' a nigga dick on video?
So, while you rappin' and spittin', her mouth showin' more love
You get all the views on YouTube... and she get more on Pornhub
"Nigga, they say the Bear gon' kill you." Nigga, spare mе
They say, "He be rappin', though." Nigga, barеly!
Shoot yo' face with the tool and I aim wit' precision
That'll leave Top missin' a grill; turn this nigga to Queen Vi—
Boy, battlin' Eazy, I done watched you make yo' stock drop
Just like a fake drug dealer, out here makin' the block hot
Boy, if it ain't dirt on a nigga name, yo' ass be in danger
Just like a fat bitch 'cause you only good with the angles, nigga
I knew you was lyin' 'cause-a the stories you told like they was facts
This nigga said he had COVID and was sanitizin' the drugs
[points at Eazy the Block Captain] against him
Bitch, who the fuck does that?
Nigga, I be in yo' house, fuckin' yo' bitch—now, tell that!
He pull up? I'm still hittin'... raw—I don't give a fuck if the Bear back!
Nigga, twelve gauge! Never, ever had me lose my faith
One shot'll blow a nigga up and leave him in tip-top shape
Nigga, I know niggas that'll take yo' kids on my say
And you'll never get it; you will just see what you made like gross pay
Nigga, fuck you!
I know you was made Prep made you the episode-a Clickbait
That's prolly how Brizz felt when he realized how real you ain't
Nigga, durin' that brawl, you fell
Then rolled over 'cause you was scared
It was pitiful
Brizz disappeared all mystical...
And he ain't help the Bear‽
Nigga, what happened, king? Where was all the lefts and rights?
What good is the Bear if it barely fights?
Boy, if niggas started shootin', Top woulda did a nosedive
Bulldog to ya mans ain't good; I guess that's why Raw hide, nigga!
How the fuck you serve yo' momma crack and sleep well?
All crackheads don't live as long as Ezal, nigga!
Yo' mans shoulda told you, "No.
You gotta go a different route."
'Cause even if Brizz witchu
I bet the raw is still at yo' momma house, nigga
Boy, if we fightin', that shit'll just be practice
One punch will knock change and snacks out this fat bitch
Nigga, I done sold a few things but I don't got all the answers
That be the only time you see me pushin' weight on camera
Nigga, I'll beat yo' like the old AB; I'll be the cam man
I'm talkin' fisticuffs 'cause I can beat him wit' bear hands
But if we went a different route, trust, you can die real soon
You like croissants? Well, eat this biscuit wit' a half-Moon, nigga!
Yeah! The rumor is true; yeah, it was me
A nigga killed Melvin; I done spilled the tea
Nigga, you told Ars you was gon' get your daughter to beat his daughter up for a fee
My daughter's older so I just point to yours and my daughter'll beat her up for free
I wish a nigga would bring the drama to where I live
Comin' out my homes, a bullet'll leave a nigga slantin' on the hill
All it takes is one button to start it up like [?]
You won't have to battle Dot again to reach God
But I seen what you did for Don Marino in that battle
Shit gave him a good look
Throwin' haymakers in the crowd...
You shoulda did that when Brizz was fightin' Mook!
Nigga, I keep bringin' it up 'cause he act like he a real-life threat
Come to find out the Bear be gettin' dogged like Panda Express
Boy, I heard you tryna get ya health in order, workin' out, goin' hard
I could make you lose that weight real fast... usin' a gemstar!
These hands'll put you to sleep like a sedative
All it takes is a cal, boy, to crop Top like Ezekiel Elliott
Nigga, don't be mad at me 'cause yo' life is up in the air
You know it's only a few angles you can take wit' a square
Nigga, this is false advertisement; that's all I know
Like callin' yourself the Bear and can't go back to Chicago
Or the fact that you serve crack to yo' own momma, though
You never took yo' mom on vacation; why she love the poke-a-nose?
Nigga, you are fakin' and I'm here to show the real thing
Michael Jackson 'cause what's done in the dark will come to the light
And this is it, king!
You played yo' mans out of a battle and for that, I don't respect ya
No bread shoulda came in between y'all and for that, he shoulda double-decked ya
This lil baby I got make him see the bigger picture
When I raise it, the [?] is slightly off like astigmatism
I got a chopper for you, nigga; this shit'll break or make you
And if y'all down with the fake drug-sellin'-ass nigga then y'all can get the K, too
Welcome to my house, bitch! First stop was the kitchen
And for y'all that said I couldn't beat him, now how did it feel to bear witness?
You in the ring wit' a killer; just know it's danger
I'm the Hulk watchin' TV; gotta channel my anger
All them bars you gon' talk is not gon' fly
It's a thousand way to die, nigga (And you chose Pry!)
[T-Top]
Yo, Cleveland, this my openin' verse... like, fuck a casket!
Throw this bastard in the back and just close the hearse!
See, I ain't come here to make the crowd go berserk
I came here just to show y'all work—now let me put it in!
Dawg, don't ask me who name they came to see, nigga
Of course it's mine
Everything you just said in yo' battle, pussy, was borderline
I ain't even supposed to be here witchu right now
I should be havin' daddy–daughter time
And y'all gon' bring the Bear to the camp? Fire!
I guess it's story time
Fonz called my phone; said, "Top, I got a card comin' up and I ain't really got no matches to sell."
I mean, he ain't wanna say it but the nigga was askin' for hell
He said, "I got this dude from Cincinnati and he's even willin' to travel himself.
So how 'bout T-Top vers' the Great?" I say, "Look, I can't battle myself.
But I'll be there!" I just hope he ain't a know-it-all
'Cause I'll jam my fingers right in his face; look like a bowlin' ball
Don't talk while I'm talkin', nigga, or a snub gon' be the only thing you focused on
I mean, if you pry in my business then I'ma put the nose where it don't belong, bitch!
And I ain't come here to get fancy witchu
Like, if dis intergrate he gon' disintergrate for dissin' a gr—
I came to shoot you in yo' leg and have you limpin' away!
Plug talk! I done really sold a brick in a day
So much soda, I tried to get a zip off the eight! I was wylin'!
I mean, we all had chicken but I don't know about no Shake 'n Bake
My whole life was backwards! Guess that's why I added bake to shake
I shouldn't even be here in this battle; I should be at home wit' a razorblade
Goin' back and forth with science; I give a fuck about this Great deba—!
Nobody knows you, nigga! He ain't even got no noble wins!
They know once Top step in the ring, that's when the show begin
I know what you thinkin': "You wasn't on Summer Madness. The Drake card. Smack won't ever let you flow again."
Well, even the bitch riders in the NBA can kill niggas in the local gym
Who roll wit' him?
Why y'all ain't tell him to never roll again?
Even the slight chance that he good is Mike friends from The Wood
You know, rollin' slim!
I let the toaster spin
Ion't care if he a hunnid deep; he don't wanna beef
He gon' make CBS, NBC, crime stoppers if he fuck wit' me
I mean, y'all seen the movie Big Daddy, right?
Well, even the newspaper gon' cover P!
Come and see!
I'ma leave with a gauge smokin'
Just know what I raise evil; I make omens
You try to run, your spine gon' get shot; I ain't jokin'
I'll take his back; we all gon' remember this great moment
Bro, you can't even hold the strap by yourself? That's one rifle!
That's somethin' I could pick up easy like Gun Titles
Don't group me with these battlers; I just came here to check the scene
I show up, show respect, get my check, and leave
Then y'all niggas wanna come here, rappin' about drugs; I gotta clap and act like it's extra-mean
I mean, y'all prep like Top and I gotta help y'all bitches with the self-esteem
I wish ya team would act up, then ya guy is gettin' spilled
'Cause they was cheerin' so hard for you; now, they pride done got 'em killed
[Don Marino]
T-Top! You gotta make sure he lay in dirt!
[T-Top]
Nah, nah, Don
I used to fuck wit' yo' people, you know, from everything from shakes to Percs
Cocaine comin' in on boxes; I remember when they came in crates at first
And now, this shit is like an accordion
[Don Marino]
'Cause we had kis on both sides?
[T-Top]
Nah! 'Cause I had to stretch that shit to make it work, bitch!
We not Bloods or Crips, my nigga!
[Don Marino]
But you still let the MAC lift
[T-Top]
Yeah!
[Don Marino]
'Cause we saw the bang like a blacksmitch!
[T-Top]
Yeah, you better get him closer to God
[Don Marino]
That's a baptist!
[T-Top]
Yeah, and they thought they was gon' get the Bear in the Camp
[Don Marino]
And fucked around and got catfished!
[T-Top]
And that's it!
I start dumpin' at his men
You a beast on stage but you a punk after the event
Even Fonz say, "Fuck you. You gets nothin' after this."
Just tell him the Bear killed him (A huntin' accident!)