URLtv, T-Top, Shotgun Suge - Shotgun Suge vs. T-Top lyrics

I said I still ain't figured out what's
Going on in my city yet
I mean it seem like to white cops
The black skin be the biggest threat
It's like they'll let you shoot up a church
But kill you for some cigarettes
You put your hands up and they'll
Shoot you while you surrenderin'
I pray daily I just ain't
Bit all that religion shit
All I know is one day you die
And that's the end of it
But that's the problem we don't take
Time out for the innocent
So I'ma make a moment of
Silence for they remembrance
Okay let's kick the shit
I'm looking for Shotgun Suge
With a pistol grip
Shotgun, Suge won't know it till a nigga hit
We both fat
Black and rappers but the difference
Is I'm with the shit
He tap my pockets and I'ma split his shit
I know y'all like Top was just talking
Good but who gives a shit
I'll pop his bitch ass for
Nothing I'm a hypocrite
That 45 divide him by
40 teach him arithmetics
Then freeze his insides cause my
Hogs need a Christmas gift
Let's switch the shit
Cause we know that you sweet
We peep ya flavor Suge
You either don't care about Crips
Or you a hater Suge
Shotgun vs Cal' remember? So I
Don't have to replay it, good
Just know that Surf got locked for
Tryin' to save the hood
Now if y'all paid close attention
All them Grapes was good
Ars' made it back to Jersey
Blowing haze with Suge
He like "We can get cuz out
You know my paper good"
Then Suge looked back and said
"Shieeet that nigga neighborhood"
We thought you was putting in work
You's a joke nigga
Touch mines you begging for bucks
Like a broke nigga
If I start a war I go end it, my co
(code) rilla (realer)
I will never send my niggas
Alone to those niggas
I said you a hoe nigga I hold triggers
Where your daughter hang
The bitch playing hopscotch cool
Well I ain't for them games
I can take her down to the
Corner and get a porno made or shoot her
Either way i'm letting the 40 bang
And I ain't even turn up yet
This is just the warning phase
If I send two pop
(2Pac) Suge it's getting more than grazed
I'll have his whole family cryin'
And a mourning staged
Cause, I put money on Shotgun
Like a bought a gauge

Or I could catch his bitch in the
Club wait till she kinda tipsy
Put a lil coke in her drink
Then give her time to sip it
She pass out I take the bitch
Home and start wyling in it
Leave a pudding cup and a note that say
"Cosby did it" my mind is different I ain't
Fucking with these bitch niggas
And he like to talk to the cops
So you a snitch nigga?
With a name like Jimmy News
(Noose) i'm 'bout to lynch niggas
Broad daylight I don't care if you
Got ya kids with ya
How you gon bully a bully?
Cause you big nigga?
Well I got something specially made
For the big niggas
Call my gun Mr cee that bitch BIG nigga
Pull up on the side of his
V skiiirt then Big niggas
If he ain't got Faith on his
Side he can't live nigga
I coulda left Charlie in Baltimore
How I wig nigga
I followed that star to the North
Cause he the Big Dipper
Pop her before I see J like his big sister
Let's get it started a knife user
A semi sparker

And I'm strapped with Dyn-o-mite
Like Jimmy Walker greg will put Suge on his
Ass I'm with the barber he'll press a dent
(president) right in his mouth
Like Jimmy Carter let's get it started
Boy, I'm dumping at your men
You're a beast on stage but you're
A punk after the event
Hitman said, "Fuck you
You gets nothing after this"
Just tell him a bear killed him
(A hunting accident)

I said let me get this off
My chest you cake soft
Smack, Thank Me sooner or Later he Drake soft
Every bar he sound like a bitch' Drake song
Man I'll smack ya lights out
If you blink wrong
Spaz something I ain't did in a while
I'm Snoop he JD how I give him a BOW
I got the D but I'll give him the Cal'
Head shot, make him sit Indian style
He talk about them straps that
He gotta go get i got it on me now
Bang the hammer at his feet make
Him do the James Brown
He wanna be a Godfather this 40
Knock a hole out him
Thought he was Super Bad
This pump Get On Up and
Knock the soul out him
Smack he needs a doctor cause I
Done hit him something proper
Mike Epps Friday After Next I'm in
His yard with the chopper
He wanna battle rap, cause his tape failed
I wrote all I'ma kill you shit like hate mail
Body work, cake shells he gon
Be hard to find, like a cosign to make bail
You trap right? I got a bigger block
If I want his block I'll cinder block
Bandanna on the barrel shit built
Like a Swiffer mop
I'll spin his block with a different stock
That's his brother though
But the shit got a different pop
Let me catch you sipping 40's after dark
With his man I see sipping from the start
Come through ratchets swinging get him
Pushed in the park
JaI don't hold me back he holding back
He failed the school of hard knocks
He had to hold em back
He ain't no boss on the
Block he's a stunt dummy
Like you know roll his blunt for me
Big Brody don't pay for nothing
I'll take this nigga lunch money
That's what it's all about it's a money game
Straps I'm all in the subway with
It like the Money Train
I feel like AI when I'm on for the molly
He cross me I cross him
But, I'm catching a homi step back shoot
Watch him drop then step over the body
I can mask up, split his top
Show up to the funeral with a mop
Half the clip magic trick how I split his box
Crazy part about it he
Think we're friends though
When only Family Matters The Winslows
That's why you only gonna get
Two 30 rounds Extendos
Get him the fuck outta here
Jersey the fuck here

I said yo, it's only me and you Jimmy
Whatchu wanna do now?
We brought the Shotgun for Suge
I ain't fuckin' around duck tape
And a potato on the front of the pound
It's only good for one shot
But it muffle the sound the gauge full
I had a hard time stuffin' 'em down
Big nose, Harley Quinn
I'm in love wit' a clown he got performance
His bars just a bum to the crowd
With the shotgun that I got
Make a wonderful sound chicka BOOM
A knee shot boy I buckle him down
Chicka BOOM
A stomach shot put his lunch on the ground
Chicka BOOM
A head shot right in front of the crowd
I make it feel like Frank
Lucas back runnin' around
We runnin' this now
I'm ridin' wit' all of the new cats
We like the '03 draft
Smack how did you do that?
First event we sold out
Made all of 'em lose stats
Now they bitches wit' bars
Orange Is The New Black
Listen, you gang bang I bang bang
Bitch who go harder?
I'll smack the shit out ya
Bitch wit' a boat starter
You catch me cookin' in the
Trap wit' my coke partners
Direct line to the plug
That's a phone charger
Nigga, I was in my aunt crib
She had a nose problem
She fell asleep in her
Coat watchin' soap operas
Nigga I was baggin' on my
Lap for the do' knockers
And had the white on my jeans
Like I stone washed 'em
My whole squad is raw
Bitch you are not liver
I'll Surf to ya crib wit' a Cal'
It ain't a Glock nine
It's skinny but the nose spread
That bitch Roc size
The Clip push down by Hollows
See this my top five
I pop guys, lettin' 'em know who really here
I chop Suge up in pieces
I'm talkin' little squares
His grandma walked in seen the
Blood and got really scared
So I gave the bitch some
Sugar like I really cared
Listen, or I can put your baby
To sleep in a bathtub, body christened
If I lay her down, she won't get back up
I choke her first
Slide the bitch under the cover
Rub her forehead and tell her
Have fun wit' her mother
Y'all niggas can catch me
Ridin' through New York
I'm finna blow New Jersey up
But not the whole state, just
I put ratchets to fruit baskets
Leave 'em burgundy Grapes
I ain't playin', I'm outside, dolo
Cause, I heard it was safe
Even clappin' nosy neighbors
Leavin' burgundy drapes
Nigga I had that T-Rex 537
And that's my main heater
I'm only tryin' to hear him spit
It's like a Wayne feature
I cut his head off

He ain't duckin' a blade neither
Dangle it in front of the crowd
And call it a brain teaser
Nigga, where ya bitch cause shorty
Gettin' the same treatment
She was runnin' her mouth and
Now that thang bleedin'
I spray a bottle of bleach
Just for the stain cleanin'
Burn the bottom of her neck
To stop the vein leakage
Nigga, we here for the same reasons
We just ain't handle it the same
I went broke, I bagged up
Handlin' them thangs
Givin' hope to my mans like he
Could beat cancer in the brain
You was here on Smack dancin' wit' the thang
Nigga you from Newark? I'm
From the south boy
Our chances weren't the same
All you did was cross the bridge and
Had a camera in ya face i was jookin'
State to state wit' a hammer in my waist
Only Suge
(sugar) I battled could get me landed in case
Concrete nigga

Ayo, let's get one thing straight, Rell
Everything about you is fake, Rell
I see it all in ya face, Rell
You think you fuckin' wit' me, ain't
Enough coke on ya plate, rell
I got nicks for sale
Nigga I got bricks for sale
I heard he Grindin', I'm on his block
2 clips (Clipse) for Rell (Pharrell)
I supervise the trap, day and night, Sin City
Jump off the porch, check him
His chin skinny
He thought he was hard, he soft candy
I get his peanut chewed, for ten pennies
I play the streets hard, duckin' the one time
Nine piece, no fries, I dump mine
He gon' catch it like Biscuit
For crossin' that gun line
He always wanna talk about his struggle
How he flipped his last 100 pack
Tell a different story
How I keep a pistol on me
You keep talkin' 'bout ya mother
I'll have her handle business for me
You know, run the corner store
Hella coke low inventory
But black, on the road wit' the white
You don't get the glory aim at his beard
The steel can' a different 40
Listen shorty, I can teach you somethin'
That drug talk
You don't know whatchu talkin' 'bout
Like you speak for nothin'
You bag dope, you on the street for nothin'
Fuck these bars, make sure it's the steel if
You reach for somethin'
And stop talkin' 'bout your flips
Get money in silence
Your street shit fake, like Money & Violence
You'se a fraud nigga, say that
The streets? We don't know you like
The bitch that scream Maybach
I doo rag a nigga, wave cap
His chin I blade that
Now his face got a slave back
I'm mad, cause you really think you cool
Now Smack gotta take you dyin'
I ain't drunk, when I drop his dog out
A window Frankie Lymon your mother
FaceTime the coke like a Skype box
Hittin' eight balls at the night spot
100 grams make the price drop
Bakin' soda, be more
(Bmore) on it, that's light Roc (k)
Watch the pressure when the pipe pop
Top this is where ya life stop
This shotty? A nice thot
This big bitch knock across
The field like the
I'll bat him down and he'll get beat crazy
Six shells in the 380, I know he dead
His feet lazy
Tried to play Hardball and got G-Baby'd
I heard he stealin' like John John
He a Family Guy Don Don
Big shit, like where they find mine
They ain't know he was dead til you seen
A "RIP T Top" on his timeline jersey

Nigga complain cause every battle y'all
Get the same from me
Y'all get bars, delivery
Actiona lot of pain from me
See them first two rounds
I just wanted to prove he
Couldn't hang wit' me but now
I'ma give y'all the top y'all came to see
My bitch blowin' up my line
Cause, I don't stay home
She either want Bizzy or bro
And then I change phones
I see the blue and whites, the D's
Even the plain clothes
Dope on me, yeah I'm dirty
But these my play clothes
Nigga I don't switch it up for shit
I keep the same toast
Cause once I catch a body wit' mines
That nigga stay close
He packed full of hollow heads
That mean his brain gone mouth shot
You and my buddy sharin' the same dome
I keep pullin' back to back
Nigga I chain smoke
Then wrap his head up since he
Muslim he know how thangs go
I blindfold him out in the desert
Y'all better pray for him
Cause soon as I cut on the
Camera I let his brains go
Now, by the sound of ya name
You got some Grape folks
You prolly skipped out on the
Shahada that they paid fo'
You saw some purple flags on ya block
Then became loc i get it
You a fruit and a Grape cause
It's the perfect shape for him
But me? Nigga I ain't have no gang
I made my name known
Hooked up wit' nigga like me
That like to slang dope park life
We all struggled and had to shave coke
I'm just satisfied that my niggas
Ain't wearin' state clothes
I said they turned me into a killer for real
On some fun shit
I like to play laser tag but wit' a gun clip
I talk to him first
On some butter and gun shit
Then knock his head off all
Over some dumb shit
Y'all know shotgun killed Ricky
Well can you run bitch?
Miramax, Shotgun gotta battle a pump grip
I dump quick, Smack ya better talk to boy
I leave Suge in all red
Like the '95 Source Awards i say yo
And why the fuck are we callin' you "Suge"?
Cause you the sweetest homie?
Well J goin' out like 'Pac
I got these heaters on me
If I Snoop on Ars'
I'm doin' more than just schemin' on him
And Red? Nate Dogg
He gon' die soon as he see the 40
Nigga, y'all niggas like a football
Team when the block boomin'
Eleven niggas just to make one
Play? Well that's stupid
Cops came, he had the option to run
He can't do it
So the nigga got stuck wit' the lines
He ain't movin'
And mines like basketball my stat zoomin'
I started at the top of
The key wit' packs movin'
I tried to slide my man the rock
He a bad shooter three months off the block
He turned to a glass user
But, it's my fault
See I introduced him to crack movin'
Showed him how to turn 4 into 8, a math tutor
I gave him three months and
Homie was back lootin'
Now he tryin' to hit a 7-11
He crack shootin'
Nigga it's park life, all my niggas
Made it out the gutter, dark nights
I had to put the thang under the cover
Hard times I wouldn't put the
Razor on the butter which got me on a first
Name basis with my mother i had old money
I didn't know what to do wit' the cake
Shit I was countin' hundreds til they
Turned blue in the face refusin' the banks
That had nothin' to do wit' the chase
But why do that when I could
Just be usin' my safe concrete nigga

Smack threw a crook at him
Cold killer throw the book at him
Closed casket so his mama can't look at him
Potato, keep the chrome silent, Newark nigga
Condone violence
I'm on his porch, wit' two 30s
They foam posit's i'm the bully
I'm walkin' 'round Debo of the street
Nine millys, MAC-10s all in the Jeep
Oh y'all hang in the park? Me and
J pop up like Jody and Pea
Y'all yourselves tryin' to jump somebody
I step up like, "Who wanna fight?"
"Aye homie you tried to steal my liquor?"
"Aye cuz you tried to steal my bike?"
Talkin' 'bout bear witness
Bear witness to what?
My first drive-by was on a fuckin' scooter
He talkin' 'bout huntin' accidentman
Think of somethin' cooler
Cause ain't no bears 'round here
You huntin' a fuckin' shooter
They said you hungry, we got the same mind
But this Shotgun will put a hole in you and
Give everybody leg shots at the same time
I knew your mother
I know the truth about her
How that heron almost crucified her
Put cuts in her arm, like they brutalized her
Gave her dope for her apartment
That's how you utilize her
Put needles in her body
But, I ain't a voodoo doctor
Grams of the smack
She go head first like a scuba diver
She call me for the bricks
I pull up on her like an Uber driver
And tell her what to do wit'
The work like a supervisor
Where the fuck Hitman Holla at?!
Ya mother look like Fran
On the corner yellin' you'se a crack baby
All you talk about is what the corner sellin'
You'se a motherfuckin' liar
What's up wit' all the story tellin'?
Yo, I kill him on cam' he think he capo
He want beef
Then them shells come like a taco his taco
Then hide him underground like El Chapo
The streets, I've been there
Four shots tucked in the ride
I've been there
When it's goin' through your mind
You gon' beg 'em let 'em slide
I've been there
When niggas tell us "Either you
Shoot or you drive"
I've been there, before you kill 'em
Look him dead in his eyes i've been there
Random last battle Jaz The Rapper tried to
Talk about my man tit's
She used to be my baby til my man hit
Caught her Surf'in through Jersey on fan shit
NuNu Nellz was wit' her
I guess she was on his man dick
Jersey, where the fuck is
Hitman Holla at man?