URLtv, Mike P, Shotgun Suge - Shotgun Suge vs. Mike P lyrics

I'm losing it i'm not happy
Depression creeping back in my life and
I ain't used to it the weed abusing it
The needs no room to fit
Tight hold on my sanity but
I just lose the grip now I ain't suicidal
My bad if I'm confusing shit
It's just dangerous to give a Shotgun to a
White boy when he going through some shit
Now let's go through some shit
Y'all say he better than me?
With all the shit I've said in these lines
If y'all were in court would you raise your
Right hand and swear this is Suge night?
(Knight) right, don't pretend to be blind
Ready to duck shit brody fuckin' punk bitch
I'll turn your set of teeth to a monkfish
With one fist doli
Get fuckin' socked! Come get Foley'd
You yell Suge to get your point
Across your voice is hoarse


(horse) and that fit's since
You're a one-trick pony so switch it up
With a cell locking for barring out this
Fake felon that only glorifies sales
Watches i'd stomp you out
But they might trace tracks until
The feds got him
Cause jail's a hefty price bitch and
I can't afford red bottoms
I'm vile with bull horns
Get violent and Gore marks
It's only right I slowly roast
This pile of pulled pork
But, you crippin', you down aye?
Yeah, imagine him in jail
Acting like he a king and he wild safe
Smart remarks til he trupip and get wild
Wait he thought in the pen he wise
(Pennywise) 'til they left a red
Straight down a clown face
I'm the new ill, you washed
Big T get a too real boom bop mike nice
Soon as I blew deals for a 2 year boom stock
New gear, new watch value top, too hot
Suge get a Cal to his ear like
"Did you hear Shoebox?" who's real, you not!
Shotgun'll catch a true kill
Light life, soon as I knew
Quill it was blue pill, 2Pac
Crew real, room rock
Deuce deuce cock, 2 shots
Barrel pointing at Suge
Like"you killed 2Pac!" it's your best bet
Lay down and get your set stretched
We believe whole heartedly to
Complete a death threat
Got a hitman ready to gun cocked
2 fingers sliding down the middle
Like a tech deck what hands you got?
You barely know how to fade
He a white barber this, will silence yo lips
He a light talker
White guys love drugs Suge
Cause they can fight harder
I got blue eyed zombies dragging a
Hammer like a White Walker
Bearded up, in the cut i'm borderline ISIS
I could throwaway you to death
I be hoarding my light shit
I caught Suge in Jersey
He was talking that white shit
30 came out of nowhere, quarter life crisis
I stalked your bitch too
I crept through in a shit ride
Led her to the salon
And I let her get her shit dyed
Headshot til the bitch die
I could swear her hair was blue when she
Left now her head lookin' like six nine
You 6'5"
You could've played ball but that pot belly
You look like the Penguin from Batman
The shit is not healthy
You look like you started to melt
And then stopped melting
It looks like the helpings you serve
Are not helping
So keep coming with that lost mentality
Your ignorance is leading to
Your loss in salary you here to act like you
Still a boss in battling
I'm here to put some life
Into your false reality

Let's get one thing straight!
I'ma disrespect white Mike: James Rolfe
Put him out in the first for thinking
He the great The Great White Hype
Right, this a different fight
You get the Jordan or the Tyson
This a difference Mike
Bald head tat his face
He gone look a different Mike!
Type nigga walk through my hood
And we rough him up try cutting up
He toughen up? Somebody tell this
This a fuck him up mike, you was not raw
Glock draw mike Pulice, no
Mike Pulice walk through the projects and get
A TV from the top floor
I'll put you under brother
Glock rounds from Russia
I'm up on the block pounds - man
I'm scared to talk around white Mike
He might be undercover oh you grip a burner?
This is comedy you never heard of
Pulice rapping on cam
He think he Jacob Burger
It's just me and my bitch we like to Boo love
Arms out like a group hug
He try to infiltrate and get a new slug
You gotta watch Mike
His whole family Pulice like the Blue Bloods
You talk like a beat cop
I step on your heart til the beat stop
Peace ach
They gone reminisce over you like Pete Rock
Soon as he bust a rhyme
(Busta Rhymes) that chopper go woo hah!
Pontiac Grand Prix that's a goon ride
You talking like you ride, please
Everything make-believe around Mike like
The Toom Squad
He like the Hadukan! Round-house like
The Street Fighter, please
Karate don't work so you better
Keep the heat by ya cease fire
Torture, I'll boil your daughter body
Parts in the deep frier
I can tell he ain't comfy round here
We got enough ammunition to go to
War with foreign countries round here
Yo, watch this man turn bitch like To Wong Fu
Nina that's my new long boo
But fuck that, Mike check and
Get checked one two, one two
Either take this 50 or back down
Headshot, spin his head that way
Like Migos in the background
I don't event waste time
Black on white this a hate crime
They came here for the show
I'm Big Ticket on the baseline
Big clip a body midgets shotty kickin'
Cap too big for his head like Ryda fitteds
Man this goofy nigga tried to snatch
A pack and run off i let the gun off
Kidnap don't knock your son off
I got Mike's Born Legacy in a
Small room like a one-off
I'm strapped too, I attack too
I keep shooting
He can't stop the rain like Shaq fool
I done seen it all, he is not the guy
I'd smack him
And watch him start dick riding
The Goonies like Vada Fly jersey!

So what y'all doing with me here?
Am I a general or a foot soldier
Cause, I came here in 2015, put in the work
But feel looked over that Twork battle
I don't know if he cooked colder
Still think y'all put me fuckin' up in
The trailer to make it look closer
Wild thoughts, now I got Suge
Good, rap silly hoe
Really though, these sheep I find
Sleep in the field
I feel like the billy goat
He caught a right hand to the temple
He was dizzy bro
Suge looked like he was dancing
All up in them videos
You got Ave for references
That's as psycho as it gets
Between stealing and recycling's a
Vicious cycle isn't this
Cause that "Scrap hard, cause I attack hard
I'm like Kimbo Slice in the backyard"
Bruh, that was as fire as it gets
When you said it to Reepah Rell not
When you recycled it for Clips
Trust, trust, I had more to expose
But that plan got dropped
I had hit's to make your damn stock drop
Your fam got shot
Gun in my hand, knot the man, pop pop

You just overly aggressive
And past it on to the next one
No switching up of aggression
The same story and message, it's lame
Boring repetitive step closer to sedatives
Me? I turn the house upside down
I'm your crazy relative
It's funny how you cripping with
Them sets you throwin'
When you the biggest known
Slob since Benson Owens y'all know him?
Started Westside Pirus
He was the star of the show
That's a Nancy Kerrigan: You might catch
That bar on the low i'm starting to go
Killer it's all in the face ay 400
No frontin' I'm bout to ball on your mate
They told me Shotgun was a shotgun
He gone hold it and spray
But he shotgun's a Shotgun
He all over the place i bomb on your face
That shit you work with is little
Exchange throws to rainbows
He turn into Skittle
If he click and pop, it's Twitter shots
Y'all heard of the riddle?
He rep blue on the outside but
He a bird in the middle
I'm yearning a killing
You think you earning a win
What service is this?
He ain't hurting for shit
Yeah your screams get reactions from
The nerds and your friends
But all they hear is me killing
You with words and a p-
Enough of the Smack shit
It's time to get back shit, that rap shit
Toss you somethin' without the pin that shit
Ain't repeating lines either, you catch it?
Well that's it
Besides, Suge the only one here
Known for bringing back shit
Long Island on my back shit
That's how it gets i'm from Bellmore
And we still down to act with the shit's
Your people back for the war?
Metal attached to they hips
My people back from the war, no legs
Metal attached to they hips
What my life like? I don't need reaction
What my life like?
We gone get to that later
With the truth bitch
Act round, got a boxing background
Get your tooth chipped
I weigh 215 on a skinny day
You ain't gone move shit
So pocket check me Shotgun Suge
It ain't gone do shit
So keep coming with that lost mentality
Your ignorance is leading to
Your loss in salary you here to act like you
Still a boss in battling
I'm here to put some life
Into your false reality go!

If y'all watch his battles, y'all know he
Like the round-house kick karate shit
He be preachin' to y'all
I don't like Mike, just keeping it tall
Big choppers I'm squeezing em all
Yeah come at the martial artist and catch an
Exit wound for thinking he Steven Seagal
Mike P can hardly rap
Slam on niggas? He can hardly tap
Deuce-deuce in the boot that's a party tap
Strap under his chin like a party hat
I've been shooting niggas since
I was lil' Jim if I lose big
This ratchet a change his face like Lil Kim
Man all that shit fake
He got the worst writtens
He a saint, a church kitten i'm a demon
Bigger 9 in every battle like Twork spitting
That hairpiece look like a
Arms up like hooray potato a make souffle
Yeah, play games
I stay on the sticks like 2K
Offset and Cardi, he get the heavy ring
I let it sing
You know you can't eat with this
He put Parmesan cheese on everything
Old 40 like Karlie Redd
Headshot, crime scene gone look like
Meatballs and garlic bread
So don't get gassed like Funk Flex
I dump TECs you jump rep?
He thought he was gone beat me? No
I'm Buster Douglass, hit Mike with the upset
Disrespect me? He knew better
All you do is tell stories like a newsletter
Crew checker sig hanging out the
He think he a wise guy: Gambino
I hit hard like the Bambino
I'm in this new jack city
Like where the guidos
Broad day off the back of
The bike like I'm Nino
You Italian? I give your family
Business like a casino
Brother, cousin, uncle
The Godfather 2 like Pacino
In other words he better do
The right thing like
Oh you a from Italians that ate
Slices like a pizza box
Listen, you gone boycott Smack
Or he gone fuck up your pizza shop
I ain't got no problem with Italy, but today
Fuck em all i pluck em all
He come to our culture, our hood
Make money and prolly got no black
People on his fucking wall i bank for drama
Bang the lama
Stand over his body like "Fuck you
Fuck your pizza and fuck Frank Sinatra"
Ladder like a breadstick when
I get the chrome one sig, I love Lucy
Singing on Italian like Vic Damone
He look like the type to
Tell on a motherfucker
You thought you was gone sauce
Me with the rounds?
You should've put some mozzarella
On that motherfucker! Jersey!

Alright so what's my life like?
That's been stapled in as part of your rounds
When you delve into your opponents
Life and counterargue with sound
You say the slogan, they go "oh shit"
You start barring it out
What's my life like?
See, that life part is what I'm talking about
Cause when you say what's my life like?
Which life are you talking about?
My early days? And all the dark
Spots up in my youth
Mom and pops split I was two
Felt like adoption it was cruel
From apartment to apartment with my
Mom and switching schools
God if I had shit to lose
I used to wake up barely
Oxygen beyond a word confused
Peep the boxes in the room
And for a single fuckin' second I
Forgot that I had moved
Now I recognize the room
See that's the shit I'm talking about
So when you say "Life"
Which life are you talking about?
How about after? When I made the
Move from mom to dad Suge
The most negative fuckin' dude in the world
Shit was a lot to grasp i was 12, hell
Fucked up cause the hand I played was cursed
Could barely get a grip on myself
And he made it-
How bout 19? When I left home cause
I couldn't fight with all the stressin'
Using vicodins for exit at the
Height of my depression
This is grown shit, I couldn't hold it
Bro I sat in my homeboy's kitchen
And slit my own wrists you don't know this
And that's the shit I'm talking about
So when you say "Life"
Which life are you talking about?
How bout after?
When I was moving pounds in the clear night
40 exit's, right lane trying to steer right
Cops at the exit's and you
Pray for the green light
Febreezing every minute cause the
Work ain't seal right nothin'
So that life shit is what I'm talking about
So when you say "life"
Know what life you are talking about
Before he answered ch ch
I stopped Shotgun yelling
A shotgun spread on the floor
It's a shotgun setting a shotgun ready
And I don't know if Shotgun ready
2 quick rings
I give Shotgun a shotgun wedding
A shotgun steady
I play Tom Brady, catch a bullet Suge
Minivan, back up on him, I pull a Suge
All that "I'm a cracker" shit is wack
Till I pull it Suge
And all that pocket tap shit is wack
Till I pull it Suge i weave, pop a bomb
I'm Pulice, stop the line i preach I'm a god
You can't reach my design
The reach I can climb oh your G got declined
It's your month to get gift wrapped
Feliz Navidad catch me beating on a crip
I could get you escorted out of Jersey
I'm Carlito in this bitch
Don Vito caught speeding with a clip
If your firearm fail
Bronx Tale: you'll catch a with a stick
I'm leaving it at this
A lotta people seeking doom
You ain't fuckin' with me
And that goes for a lot
Of people in this room
I'm a top fuckin' dog here
Don't let trolls mislead you to the truth
This is God shit
Y'all can't even hold a candle to my shit
Ayo Brizz- Time

I say he barely alive
He dirty Pulice, Michael Dal from the '75
Hot words when I serve them they live
I jack Mike Pulice car like
This New Jersey drive
He just rappin', he a scary nerd
I make him choke on every word
44 worthy I got every nerve
To pull a 32 this white boy ain't got
No lip for me like Larry Bird
Drive bys I'm the Cherokee kid
I'm the gunslinger
Yeah you can rap, but we don't believe you
He Prince Harry with the gun fingers
Random, you let a nigga punch you in
The middle of your fuckin' verse
All you did was fuckin' smirk
You fuckin' jerk we seen ya heart beating
Through your fuckin' shirt
You was going off too, hella nice
Yeah you won the battle
But took the biggest L in life
He violated, ain't you Pulice?
You couldn't read his right?
He scared to battle Suge on the roof
Vanilla Ice with all disrespect
Tell your mother suck my dick she
Know how this beef work with all disrespect
Tell your mother before she suck my dick
She gotta take out her teeth first
What you gone do about it?
I'm in your face now with the gun out
Think Jordan
Laid out in the casket with his tongue out
Kapernick, I knee your shit mike P your shit
How you up here rapping like a
Gangster with a degree and shit
I wish I went to College
I wish I had more than street knowledge
I wish my friends wasn't going to
Bed in a cheap cottage what's up with you
You lying, I heard you had a full time
I take this rap shit serious
This my full time if I wasn't rapping
I'd be doing gangster shit full time
Like late night with the ten in them
100 rounds sending em mAC put a dent in him
He up here rapping bout shootouts
I really been in em
I ain't talking bout bars and shit
I'm talking about real shootouts
Shots fired, duckin' behind cars and shit
Bullets flying, like that's what anybody get
Yellin' over the gunshots like
"Is anybody hit?" for that, I'ma bleed you
Like I told the last white
Boy, you wanna rap, nigga I need to
Yo this shit like hope for a
Nigga I need a way out i do this shit for my
Niggas locked up when they
Get home showing some positive shit
On the stay out smack it's a play out
I was with you when niggas
Was scared to battle K-Shine
What I say? What's the payout
I was with you when we was outside no stage
We now and me and Roc ain't even get paid
I'm too gritty for this shit
Controversy? I went to war with the
Whole city for this shit
Bottom line, I was with you you give me him?
I might have missed a couple shots but I
Was still with you shooting in the gym
Should've gave me Cassidy
Or Joe Buddens with his scary ass
I catch him in Jersey and press
A button on his scary ass
This motherfucker got me pissed off
He talking bout he let his rocket off
He cotton soft
God damn i forgot to rip his pockets off
Jersey