URLtv, Goodz, Charlie Clips, Shotgun Suge, Arsonal - Charlie Clips & Goodz vs. Arsonal & Shotgun Suge lyrics

Arsonal & Suge win the coin toss smack
Asks Suge what he wants to do

This battle finna be a BREEZE big fella
Let's get it up in some other nigga's face
Suge does a pocket check on Goodz
We came to talk shit and give Charles' Clips
Massive slugs
Black bat and gloves for the strong grip
Hit his car whip, he react
I turn Double Impact into Saw 6

K hit 'em
Point blank range against the wall to make
Sure every bullet stay in him
I'm not a regular person, I'm a bully now
Suge already tapped his pockets

Arsonal pocket checks Goodz other pocket
We gon' fuck around and get eliminated
We gotta different use for stocking caps


I cock the strap-
"Code Pablo" meaning "bomb car"
That's from up

This strap will leave Goodz with a
Sour taste in his mouth
Aye Smack, send the payment, I'll ship Goodz
(goods) that's how I'll handle you
Damage you oh you wild? This 40 cal'
A tranquilizer for Da Animal
I'll swipe up and swipe down and do it again

Put his face on the stove
I'm tryin' to scramble you
It's gon' look like I'm cuttin' ham how I you
Damage you, Hannibal
Chew him like a cannibal jersey nigga

Goodz answers his phone and turns
His back on the crowd
Two Crips that pretend to be brothers
But everybody in this buildin' can tell
That the love is missin'
I killed Arsonal wit' a Shotgun
And Shotgun wit' an Arsonal, how ironic
But today, I'm on another mission
Cause, I got my brother Goodz in the house
I said I got my brother Goodz in the house

We look alike but it's a fuckin' difference
Them south songs taught me how to take my
Mask off when the snub is spittin'
My Future side piece will not
Be in love with Pippen
I don't know what this gun title but
I brought it for Gun Titles
The bullet would've Surfed through Roc 'til
One of his lungs is missin'

The old Grant Hill from the baseline
You bring the drum and
Then add another Piston
They won't remember they Crips once all
Of they Blood is drippin
Make 'em take a bottle to the
Face and then get shot
The way we club is different

Shotgun Suge? You look like a filthy Winnie
The Pooh bear with some chewed ears
I'm into nice clothes and diamonds
I don't care what you wear
Still smooth enough in that clutch
To switch into new

Strap around his top like some new Airs
Put Ars' in a box
And had the gun throwin' up on stage
Like Chess when he speakin' to Steams
Or how 'bout I
Hit him in his chest and shower him wit'
Bullets and add the heat to the beam
Then blow his words on the mirror
Like when you speakin' to Steams aye Suge

You gay, you just wanted to rub my leg cause
All my money in the bank
Muzzle on a bulldog it don't
Bark but it still (steel) bite
What it feel like? Goin' against two niggas
That do numbers against y'all zeros
Let us know if it's beef
You can get the can for
Free without the large hero
Y'all not goin' against humans
Y'all goin' against Sphinx
I'm talkin' god pharaohs
Two niggas that don't play and could
Still pull strings like Guitar Hero
I should tap this nigga Suge pockets

Nah, we really friends outside of battle rap
But for the next four minutes
We don't fuck witchu your dad was a snitch
You like to party wit' the ops
It rubbed off on you
Don't cross these lines it's the boom zon
I hate how you rap so slow
And make it drag more

I'm in his hood the dope pilin'
Aye Clips, ask Couture
That bitch wanted to cook me dinner
I couldn't stay for it
Facts, I took that bitch to IHOP
All that Gucci, Louie
Prada come from Canal Street
Aye Goodz, you good wit' the hands?
I'll hit him wit' a nice jab
He shop at West 26th

You a fuck boy, girl call him a "fun boy"
I'll fuck her
Then pour Pepsi on a bitch like NBA Youngboy
If we was gang bangin' you know he switchin'
Fashion punk versus street nigga
You know the difference
Somebody tell Goodz to meet
Me wit' no equipment what his life like?
Oh, we told her to "obey her
Thirst" Netflix and Sprite night

On another nigga- ars' I'll punch you in
Your motherfuckin' face
And the owner didn't have a bag so he
Put your locks in a little case
You look like 75 peeled potatoes
In a pillow case
Remember I compared you to Shaq
I'm confused cause I thought Shaq
Would never fuck wit' Penny watch ya mouth
Or ironically you could lose half of ya
Circle if I dumped the semi
I'm tellin' you niggas sober
Just imagine if I had a cup of Remy

Word is you ain't that nice
Wit' that cup of Henny
Oh, I got a bet fo' yo' ass and I
Advise you not to lose it to me
$100, you can't kill 'em without that Henny
Bet?
You niggas don't even look right together
This was a bad team two dirty Jersey niggas
I guess this was a cash scheme
That red dot too noticeable
I put in work with a black beam
Palmin' toolies like horror movies
Soon as you see that mask Scream
Sleep on me
It's gonna be more than a bad dream
If these arms touch you, you it
Your whole team tagged for bein'
The worst tag team
Act wit' it, you got your strap?

Retarded kid at the end of
A show it clap different
Black biscuit, loud when that MAC spittin'
You screw that silencer on it
Sound like a cat hissin'
Oh your ratchet talk? I let mine
Talk back like black women
Suge you play tough but
That ain't really you, you Catfish-ing
Ars' you be frontin'
Wouldn't even fight actin' like
Them triggers will blow
So disrespectful in ya verses
But in person you one of
The nicest nigga I know
Put these dudes on a panel
You food so I'ma can you
On any battle rap stage for us
To lose we don't plan to
Clip long as a remote
Watch me cruise through the channel
Strong poles, long nose
The shit say "Murda Mook" on the handle
Don't make me get to Dot-ting you niggas
K-Shining, Cave Gang carvin' "Tay
Roc" in you niggas
Two arms pointin' for them digit's
Get to clockin' you niggas
I mean I fuck wit' some Crips
But what's poppin' my nigga?
Oh yeah, I get to poppin' you niggas
With no cotton, let it peel
(pill) , start poppin' you niggas
I'm so mad I should tap Smack pocket

I don't even know this round
So you can quit while we ahead or
You gonna have to hold it down
Silencers wit' soda sounds
Face shot, have his mouth where his nose at
He gonna be landin' his casket
Lookin' like Potato Head
When I tap this nigga pockets I
Was tryin' to break his legs
Not take his bread

I'll fuck ya bitch on yo' pillow
Top then make the bed
Choke slam the bitch and brainer
Until the table break
I had to keep on hittin' that
Box to get the cable straight

If Ars' give me the sign like a deaf guy
Man, which one of y'all better than
Mine when it come to literature?
I'm walkin' sinister
Pure evil I off ya minister
Walk in ya church, find my target, spit at ya
Disappear meanin', I
(eye) lay low, Forrest Whitaker
I'm packin' lead
But, I'd rather use my two sided dagger head

A gunshot will wake him out his sleep
Clips bein' all reckless he
Got his hands talkin'
I do you greasy for the wrong
Reason I land mark him
A 100K will make my man off jersey nigga
Y'all niggas know how I do
This shit 'bout to get burned down
Where you goin'?
Don't touch me, don't touch me
Don't touch me

Okay, everybody gonna learn now
Freestyle off the top since you pushed me
Irving Plaza, this club mine
We stomped these Grapes cause we love wine
The crowd screamin' "3-0"
Notice when you do that you
Get the Blood sign
Live from MTV I'm back in the hood clown
Ars' and Suge, good? How?
My nigga Trick Trick in the building
Nah I'm jokin' but I bet
Ars' don't know Suge now

Make her strip then watch us all fill her
(filler) like one of Suge round
Nigga I'm Clips, I don't need three
All I need is one good round
But, I'd rather put a bomb inside ya trunk
Scratch that, it's in the hood now
So Ars' go to check the engine
You hear that little vrrrm sound
And I'm his manager cause I watched him blow
Up before he let the hood down
Razor blade on Shotgun cheek
Gettin' more than a hair bump
Watch this Rogaine respect for a
Nigga cause they gon'
Lose they top soon as they get near
(Nair) us goodz be darin' niggas to die
I'm shootin' some shit to lift a deer up
And Jersey wit' the extensions
Like O-Red before the haircut
My young shooter
17 wit' a 45 that mean his tool grown
Ars' if it bust
(bus) , I think you should slow down
You know the school zone
If I shoot, all his niggas
Think Suge gettin' microwave pizza
A lotta Tombstones
Watch this fat nigga weave these Jersey bars
Ah Di Boom's home hold up, y'all know what?
I'm so muhfuckin' mean wit' it
No, no, no, the way they disrespected Surf
I can't do a whole 'nother scheme wit' it
You two niggas have gotta
Be the worst friends
Since God decided to make the Earth spin
Ars' you kill nigga's kids in battles
But what you did to Surf oh
That was the worst sin
See you rode his wave cause
The currency was right
But, you turned out to be the worst friend
Cause when he was drownin' in Detroit
You wasn't there to help Surf swim
Ars' lookin' like "Nah bro that wasn't true"
Shut up Ars' you a sucka too
Y'all pretended to be family
Crips that became Blood outta
The fuckin' blue
Whatchu said Ars'? "Let Surf carry
The strap he got
A few gun charges i mean it's nothin' new
You know I ain't goin' to the club i
Got word Trick Trick was comin' through"
Surf didn't have beef in Detroit
So he only brought a gun because of who?
Exactly, you wouldn't be makin' that face
Now if it wasn't true
He on his third gun charge and
Your situation was number two
So when you think about it
Surf is really doin' time because of you
You damn dummy life is not a fuckin' joke
But, if it was it wouldn't be that damn funny
All that pocket tappin'
Why don't you go in one
And send that man money?
If Goodz get knocked I'm on the
Block tonight servin' every damn junkie
Until the fiends holdin' onto my
Legs for the nicks
(Knicks) lookin' like Vangundy
On some G shit, I love battle rap
But all these fuckin' bloggers
And some of you
Fans is startin' to make it strange
Y'all pretend to hate my name
Cause, I'm Dhalsim I can stretch
Punches and make 'em flames
What's the real problem with y'all
Cause, I bullshit in battles?
And still get a lotta them
And always makin' change? I'm Chris Unbias
Just a light skinned nigga that
Like to rape the game i'm from Harlem

Smack calls time crowd starts chanting 3-0

I said I'm from Harlem
Where you can get killed
Over some Instagram post
Even the tweet real, tattoo artist
I draw on niggas and tell them to keep still
(steel)
I was born and raised in the jungle where
Niggas is clumsy and let the heat spill
Ask about us, we get it jumpin' in the safari
(Safaree) , that's word to Meek Mill