URLtv, Charron, Shotgun Suge - Shotgun Suge vs. Charron lyrics

I’m all in his house with the cal in hand
This heat tucked
My homie gon' throw him over a high
Tower for thinkin' he street tough
If he got a strap
He got it for nothing: he Officer Sweet Chuck
You look and smell like police
I should make you kiss the curb and bite down
'Cuz this ain’t a battle
This is justice for Mike Brown
But why shoot him
When I can smack him 'til he change red
Hella kicks to his rain head
His eyes open but he brain dead
This 45 stretched him, no Pilates
These headshots make niggas forget how
To use they body i leave him there
Waiting to get picked all up
They like "Suge
Why you pickin on this white boy?"
Y’all must’ve forgot
These crackers picked on us
Slave ships they rented on us
Slave trades they handed us up
We ain’t land on Plymouth Rock, motherfucker
(Plymouth Rock landed on us)
I beat up chumps with this devin’ right
So jump! White boy and get
Bust like pressure pipes
I show em how with black hustle the white
That’s Wesley Snipes
I smack the shit outta Charron
If he come incorrect
Smack called me to take his check
I tombstone Charron and won’t break a sweat
Cuz beefin with me make niggas
Wanna fake they death
You honky motherfuckers be killin blacks
That’s incorrect
I’ll march down ya block, 100 muslims
I am Malcolm X
I’m True to my Religion, no J-Hova
I’m at his front door
You ready to meet your creator? Allah waitin
I kidnap your daughter to sell her body
Don’t get her taken
That go for you, ya wifey, and ya boo
Don’t get her Taken too
I got a gun connect, I be mailing the chrome
I find out where ya mother
Leave when I trail her (trailer) home
You trailer trash cheapskate
You don’t even pee straight
This 40 big as hell
This kick don’t got a release date
Y’all must’ve forgot
I grab heat and blaze fire
And make niggas tap that mac like Jay Tyler
I know y’all want more
That’s the end of the round
South that, get em the fuck outta here

See, we were supposed to battle in Toronto
It was about to be legendary but he ducked
So I had to come here for him getting buried
He called himself Malcolm X like "If
You come to Smack, Charron
It'll be extra scary"
How are you Malcolm X when I'm the one
Down to kill him any means necessary?
So see, he wants to tap my pockets
'cause I'm clowning emcees
But wait, it's because I'm skinny, that's
Why you tap my pockets
You think I'm allowed to get teased so wait
He's looking for some money? You're
Just a clown that's obese here's ten bucks
Buy some fucking chicken nuggets and
A quarter pounder with cheese
I would be amazed if he'd put up a good fight
Chris Brown's VMAs: I'm fucking up Suge night
You're tight with Tsunami
Think he popping the tool?
I bet they're screaming "tsunami" when
You hop in the pool
You wanna bully a cracker – oh
You thought you were cool?
This is Columbine: a white boy's
Taking a Shotgun to school!
Who's wacker than Suge? I
Don't have an answer i wanted Surf or Red
Not their back-up dancer
I wrote a two-minute round
But this match don't matter
I'm just wasting 40 bars like Jaz the Rapper
This battle isn't judged
But the fans will remember
DJ Premier: when I lay a beatdown
I'll put a scratch on your record
Beasley hates you
He called me and had a temper
Like "Kill Suge
He ate all my Pop Tarts last September"
You must be high to think you'll be back
The answer's never
This an intervention: they want
You off Smack forever
It'll be a total slaughter when
They first record this
Hollow vers' Budden: I can beat this
Average Joe with my worst performance
When Suge gets booked for battles
The fans get 3-0'd
He does this for a pay-check
And chokes not with me, though
I do this for the culture, I ain't got a ego
I'll catch a body for five
Dollars like Slaughter Rico
You dissed Proof for attention 'cause
You soft and feeble
He tells racist jokes and pocket checks
'cause his bars ain't lethal
You fronting like a street fighter
But, you're not my equal
You're green of envy like Blanka 'cause
You're only good for shocking people
What is it about Proof that made
You say "Fuck that guy"?
If the proof is in the pudding
You should love that guy
He was running his mouth about the D
Then he's gone
You backed out like a bitch and
Ars nearly got beat on
The thing about shotguns is

They're placed here but it seems wrong
'cause this Shotgun never gave his boys
A shoulder they could lean on
They said I won't do well on Smack
Only with white crowds i got a gun so small
I'm holding it right now
(Boom-blocka, boom-blacka)
You told Swave you'd shoot his grandma
You're a poser
I do your grandma Godfather-style
Cause Corey's bolder
You better pray with a four leaf clover
I'll point a can at him
And Michael Corleone her
I'll wait 'till you have wings
Like a Jordan poster
Then peace out after you die
Like an organ donor
Looking like Marvwon and a halfcheck it
Did y'all see?
He used to battle at fat camp
Loser got molested by Tall T
It's round 1, I got a bag I need to fill
By the third round
You'll be begging me to chill
Suge owns a record label
This pen game is getting ill
You're on death row 'cause
You're behind these
Bars just waiting to get killed

Sugar tit's, sugar cookies, Suge Knight
Yo them Suge flips don’t apply
Cuz it’ll hurt his soul if a
Black man let em die
So you better watch your mouth
Before I wash it out
Like what’s that Grape Street shit
You was blogging bout?
How you took my spot talkin a bunch of shit
I’m bout everything that come with this
I got jumped for this
I been lurkin, day and night
And months for this i come from this
I even throw opposite’s in the trunk for this
Nigga what?! Nigga what?! I bust
My gun for this
I took a father from his son for this
So don’t you ever in your stupid ass life
Talk about something you don’t know
Cuz where I’m from that’s
An automatic headshot, that’s how it go
I’ll pull a Mossberg 5 on a rapper
These pellets ain’t Tuna how it
Spread on a cracker
This water too deep, you need lead work
He tried to dive in, I wet him head first
I kill a rat, the exterminator
It clap then burn a hater
This white boy be lying on his dick
The Shermanator if he did get pussy he’d be
Paying to give her more

Cuz you look like the 40 year old virgin
When he was 24 i seen Charron sitting on a
Crate, he looked up, i looked down
I said "you like your coke raw or cooked up?"
He said "I smoke hard so my dome go wheels"
I said "oh, trills
Cuz we serve coke like home cooked meals"
Let’s get one thing straight nigga
Don’t think cuz you a nerd
I won’t take a razorblade across
Your face and it’s rusty
Let’s get another thing straight, add it up
It’s gon be a Dizaster if you touch me
Let’s get another thing straight, I got a 38
It pack 6 but let 3 clap
Let’s get another thing straight, aye Smack
Setup Shine for that rematch southdat

He called me the Sherminator
Hah i ain't surprised he did it
You only watched that movie cause the
Word "pie" was in it
You do features for a hundred bucks
What a broke ho i came here by myself
But, you're the one whose dough low
I'd collab on a song with this hopeless loser
Just to kill him on a track like Tony Stewart
Your whole crew cut since I'm prim and proper
White boy leave Jersey inside out
Like the Clippers' roster
Think it's a tame fight 'till you're
Hit with a straight right
Eye will be fucking puffy: Daylyt
You're tight with Surf and Ars
So you're labeled as a threat
No one respects you for who you are
You just made it off connects
It's funny your name is Jim 'cause
If we'd base it off respect
Being spotted with your set is the
Only way you got a rep
Turn Jimmy to Jimmy Hoffa where
Did this guy go? Are you a Christian? Bail
From this Canadian psycho
If Jim carry a mask, it's a movie that I know
They'll see Jimmy falling off
After tonight show
I know who'll play the bully today
I would've killed you in Toronto or
Have you ghost in LA
We could've battled on Gladiator school
You'd be floating away
If we did this in front of Snoop
I'd have Jimmy bones on display
I'm suburban, God, forgive me
Clean cut if Jim beam up
Like a shot of whisky
You forgot your lines against Collector
Now they brought you 'cause of pity
You haven't been seen since you
Choked on Bill: Monica Lewinsky
"Jim" is short for James, and you stay phony
You're fat and washed up in
The ring: James Toney
The fans want you gone
I'm killing this James slowly
Take his head off on cam to
Get with a James Foley
Homie, I'll kill your whole crew
Put up a mean wager
I'll strip your block off cheddar
If your cheese greater
(Look at me! Look at me when I'm killing you)
I am on top: Speed Racer
Death is what you earn, I'm a cremator
You claim you sold drugs since a teenager
The last time you pushed a QP
You apologized to Qleen Paper
I know dudes that'll front you
Bricks if you need paper
But they'll pop up if you ain't
Pushing keys like a screensaver
I brought enough caskets for your
Whole scene to fit
I'll show up to your funeral
Make the preacher dip
Matching suit's with your crew
Till your team equipped
When I tail your gangs
You'll get left by a rose
On some Khalifa shit!

If Charron show any type disrespect
I’ma spit in his face
Push his head in his neck
I heard you the type not
To follow rules and shit
Well you know I’m handy with tools and shit
I take the soul out like the shoes don’t fit
But fuck that
I step in house like "Where the killers?"
Nah? I hit white boy’s family with
The pounds like We're the Millers
You fuckin Canadians is just like the rest
That’s how I feel
This shit for Trayvon, this for the real
I ate Skittles in ya face, nigga
Hoodie on cuz I’m strapped for real
Call this a hate crime
Shit gon' make the news in the daytime
I let it rain, man
It bang like Kemp on the baseline
I put something hot in his hat, atomic
This shit be shooting flames
A comet, when it blast
You better be Gary Peyton fast or Super Sonic
When that banana clip then split
You like you bout to lose yourself
You better get a grip
Fuck, you nervous or something? You
Smell like piss and shit what ya life like
Nigga? I rise and shine before the sun do
What ya life like
Nigga? Getting chased by the cops
With nowhere to run to what ya life like
Nigga? Size 12 with a 13 'cuz the
Snub don’t fit in the Timbs
What ya life like? Big and black
Can’t get a job 'cause the color of ya skin
What ya life like? I wanted to play
Ball but I was forced to trap
What ya life like? When you was playing golf
I was cookin' crack
But, you up here spittin'
Like somebody believe you
You wanna rap, niggai NEED to!
So you up here rappin’ trying to get a check?
Aye, Smack! He gon' get smacked
Trying to copy respect
Fuck outta here, white boy!

Since it’s round 3
I guess y’all expect me to do a flip
Remember when he said he’ll take out the
Sole just like the shoe don’t fit?
Well, guess what? Real talk
I am the great one
I kill him with frees like Sub Zero
Don’t think we’re the same, son
Why you talking right now?
You’re saying for me to finish
Him, well, he’s lame, son
For me to finish him
I’ll just take out his soul like Shang Tsung
When I announced I’m battling
Shotgun Sugar Tit's
I apologized after on Twitter
'Cuz I begged off Arsonal and
Had him for dinner i killed the most viewed
This ain’t a match to consider
You don’t beat the game on expert
Then go back on beginner
Where’s my Don Demarco? Did
People catch this?
If K-Shine was in my corner
He’d be squeezing asses
You just bully people, easy tactics
I’m sick enough to buy
Mayweather reading glasses
We were supposed to battle in Toronto
But he needed practice
So I had to school him
Later on like evening classes
See, that round, it’s quite nice
And what was he saying, man?
The whole round, he's, like
Saying I’m quite white
And he was saying, "What is your life like?"
Well, you wanna know what my life’s like?
What you know about people laughing
When you say you rap, so you have to lie?
What you know about introducing
Yourself to Norbes
And he thinks you’re the camera guy?
(You don’t, we live different lives
That’s real cracker shit)
What do you know about having
To meet your girlfriendonline?
What you know about hearing the
Party starts at 7, and you show upon time?
(That’s real cracker shit)
What you know about people
Pushing your books
And you're getting bullied by the
Kids in the hall?
What you know about your girl
Dumping you for a
Black dude 'cuz your dick was too small?
(That’s real cracker shit!
That's real shit! That's real that's a
True story, ask my girl, laura Tarsi)
Against Hollyhood, you reenacted Juice
That stuff was raw

But on Q, I’ll get Bishop to rush you, dog
You told Smack "I’m not your
Son", you can’t claim me, something’s wrong
He was almost your father
But the lineup was too fuckin' long
He’s like you’re crazy
"You know the first time you said
That I was kinda trippin right
But guess what, I am crazy right
Know what else? I don’t give a fuck"
I don’t give a fuck about ya man
I don’t give a fuck if you battle me
I don’t give a fuck about Suge or
Washed up rappers like Cassidy pow!
They’re tellin' me I’m over our time
They saying I’m all over time boy
They haven’t seen you since you battled
Bill Collector it’s been a while, boy
The whole time he called me racist, but
I got the crowd on my side, boy
So how’s it feel? You got
3-0’d by a white boy!