URLtv, Shotgun Suge, Rum Nitty - Shotgun Suge vs. Rum Nitty lyrics

I'm like an OG to him, I do him gruesome
Like, "Lil' bro
Where'd you get the bars to face
Me? You must've grew some"
Beasley like, "Show him the ropes Jimmie
Noose 'em (Newsome) "
We got the insane Crip vs the big Grape
The big baby let's get one thing straight
I straight jack niggas who think they crazy
You holla for me
You must be punch drunk pass
Insane he dumb nuts
40 cocky and it's buffed up, lean on him
This nigga Rum got me fucked up
I'm on the turf where he bang at
Lift the gun
Small shot, his men'll run, I'm hittin' one
I'll put a buck in a Quarter
Like a nip of Rum
Aye Smack, when this is over we gotta speak
Me and you, got a lotta beef
I asked for top shelf
You give me Rum? The shot was cheap
Headshot, I'll blick the semi
I'll pull up in his mini city, where Rum at?
Knife in him
Let's get down to the Nitty gritty
I outweigh him by 250
I throw these they too swiftly
IQ I'm too witty
They said they want Crips to stick together
But we ain't want you Nitty (unity)
Oh you Crip Cornell? They call you "Insane
Nelly" they get crazy cause you here?
Guns, I got 'Air Force 1's'
And Nelly get two pair
You know how I rock, you can't hide from me
Search his block, search his spot
Catch him, 2K's green beam
It's a perfect shot
I let the Dessy blow, I'll
Kill ya whole fuckin' family
You already know one word
I'll drop ya niece off at a R kelly show
Had this nigga Nitty 'bout to dumb out
Hopin' that she run out
Have him throwin' rocks at the studio
Beggin' her to come out
I'm disrespectful, you said half
Of what I say
You the type to get mushed for it
He pussy, the 40 got the douche for her
Battle rap reaction
Say somethin' crazy and get pushed forward
Gun Line King, he think of one of them gun
Lines he gon' gain glory
Yeah, 'til one of them gun lines
Turn into a front page story
I dunked on you vs Twork, I do what I want
I'm big Crippin'
Fifth grippin', big clip in
Lookin' for a reason to kill
Him I'm Nit' pickin'
Out of all ya brothers, you the lowest
(Lois) one Chris Griffin stumbles
I'll pull up shootin'
Like I catch it off the pass
Beasley, you better pick his box out before
I catch it off the glass
Y'all know he heard me
I ain't got no motherfuckin' slogan Jersey

We got Rum Nitty vs this big bitch Suge
That's a bad look, nah scratch that
This Cuz Webb vs Shaq Suge
Why you try? You jumped out
On me first my nigga
Here's where I reply and it's time to die
So let's get one thing straightya vital signs
I brung out my pistol
It's supposed to be cool
I don't wanna have to slug out my nigga
You slammed on me first
With that dunk now you trippin'
Nigga pull Shotgun out in a bar
Went out like Blizzard
You said I line and shoot, with one 90 too
(192) the shot Everclear
About to send you off to the highest Proof
I'm goin' in, they don't think you gon' win
Not even a little Shotgun 410
You 'bout to get all the smoke
And take so many punches
The fans yellin' "Get off the ropes!"
I'm wit' the shit, of course I'ma talk it
50 stink, Glizzy grip, I load it and off it
You were standin' with the ops when
Me and Twork got it poppin'
Dancin', all in the videos
Suge was The Source of the problem
Nigga who fake? Before I lose my cool, wait
You gon' respect my Crippin', or I go off
Beat you 'til you got a Blueface
Make ya mind up wit' it
'fore the shit really Escalade and you
See niggas slide up grippin'
Try me, I'll line the 9 up, lift it
And the barrel two feet over a Grape
That's how ya wind (wine) up nigga bAOW!
Matter of fact, you can't even hear the steel
Silencer, that shit didn't even
Whistle Emmett Till
Bitch stop it, we clique poppin' ray Gibson
We 'bout to lose this shit watch it
Big chopper, post up, Ben Wallace
Got 'em! I alley oop Gotti
That's a rim rocker! Gotti jumps into Suge

Then I tap his pockets!
Burna be in your face, Da Vinci System
Hi-tech machine
Have him doin' surgery on a Grape
You fake, I come out to where y'all reside
Clap the shit
Abacus, doin' numbers every time I slide
You'll fuck around and die rollin' wit' Suge
The nigga not gon' ride
If BIG and 'Pac taught me one
Lesson never take Shotgun's side
Fuck nigga, I'm low key with the sub grippin'
TEC-9, Colombian necktie
I come out the cut lickin'
Gun clickin', one Smith &
If a Crip pull across your face submission
You ain't ready yet, Kalashnikov heavy set
And I'm puttin' bodies on the chopper medevac
For real a vet', that's a bet
'Cause, I done really put that
Time in Shotgunmore than Bellichek
Smokin' shit what I be on
Why? To be Frank, Nitty ran wit' Al Capone
(Kapone)
Bitch you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do
The job kill yourself
Yo, I be all in the west
Coast with the Sig' firin'
Dunkin' in LA like Shaq not retirin'!

What he don't know I had his baby
Mama chillin' on the block today
Gun Line King
Sound like some shit Tay Roc would say
Yeah, this a bar fight but I get a man
Trained like I grew up in Pakistan
Rum light, Drunken Master
Show him the kick Jackie Chan
Shit come from 'round my waist
Like a pot belly
Stock heavy, T Top say he ready
But not ready
I told him this K will Shine, T
(Ashanti) and drop Nelly
I'm in tune wit' Nelly, gun out
I don't tuck the slammer
It's goin' down down baby, on sight
Fuck a camera street sweeper cocked
Read to let it go Country Grammar
Rum Nitty better watch what
The fuck he talkin' better yet
He better watch where the fuck he walkin'
Code word "Squad" what the fuck that mean?
Put him in a fuckin' coffin
I'm at your bitch crib, kick the door
Pop the levee "Where Rum Nitty at?"
"He 'cross the hood" This is not a Chevy
She don't wanna talk? Cock the Dessy
'Put It In Her Mouth' Akineyle
Watch the clock
Ladder got the 40 lookin' like
A quarter after six
Pistol whip, take Rum to the head
He won't walk a straight line after this
That 40 I had against X
I'm back wit' the same gun i air a zone
(Arizona) in his area and send him
Back where he came from
Thought I couldn't rap wit' him
These fags doubtin'
I kill for a fee, I be cash countin'
I'll wet your family up, the Mag' shoutin'
We in Disney
Strap on the kid Splash Mountain
He ain't got no choice but to
Die when I'm liftin' the strap semi'll clap
This smoke will get his body
High like an Indica pack
I got bars, this beyond they hate
I'm in Phoenix, big man
First round pick Deandre Ayton
He don't like I'm in his hometown
I don't follow rules it's not pleasant
I got my MAC-90, 40 Glock
I brought my arsenal
(Arsonal) let's have a Duel In The Desert
He gon' die here period you said it yourself
Suicide I'll do the job
For thinkin' you a Don Cornelius
You ain't no motherfuckin' Don
You speakin' Yiddish
This about to take Rum back
This nigga finished
Bull dogs a savage and it's British
Big cap on his head, splittin' image
I'll steal Rum off the bar, this is pillage
You want a gun fight? He want
A gun fight with me? Stumbles
I'll send hollows, play witcha life
Cross the gun line
The biscuit popped and the MAC follows
Y'all know he heard me
I ain't got no motherfuckin' slogan jersey!

We brought in a couple MAC's
Niggas won't live up in here
Since we make this a dunk contest
I got a perfect10's everywhere
It's nothin' to go in, you
Touch me I smoke shit, untuckin' a pole then
Let it buck you provoke them
Now, can we get some silence for
Shotgun? No Country For Old Men
The shit in my hand blowin'
Blue flag around the Mag' loccin'
Fire shots
Hydro shock come out the can' smokin'
I'll pull off the waist clappin' fast on him
Beam, spot a purple mark in the face
ASAP and Yam on him you get a bag you try me
Y'all see me spaz on IG
Callin' out the whole game, Madden 19
I do more than punch
Y'all seen that cold ass dunk
Y'all ain't think I could rebuttal
There's a couple tricks in the arsenal
(Arsonal) you don't know Shotgun
You not finna clap me, I'll
Pistol whip your shit
When the butt lift Dr miami
I run in wit' the 8
I ain't leave it in the whip neither
I brung it up on stage
Fuck wit' another nigga state
Guns, in an Obama mask, that's an arsenal
(Arsonal) in another nigga face
Them real Grapes do not respect you
You gon' tell the people how
You went down to Watts
And they really pocket checked you?
Niggas jacked him he too lame
In Jordan Downs
They held you up like Pippen
After the Flu Game use your brain stupid
'fore I point blank range shoot it
Suge'll (sugar) pour out 20% Frank Lucas
I've been where you niggas chilled
Above The Rim
They reppin' Watts in Jersey 'til the
Birdie shoot out for real
I keep shells ready
Give you everything the 12 carry
You asked for this
Fuck around and got yourself buried
Now they sayin' prayers heavy
The arm I got for Shotgun go long hail mary
And you don't get killed
Urgently, you a thief, you steal verses
And you gon' get the steel versus me
Hold up, hold up, hold up
You took versus from a legend that's the
Type of shit that'll get Suge murdered
I could burn him, got somethin' for a Grape
In the nose Good Burger
Get fired on, everything 'bout you fake
Especially how you fire chrome
Scary niggas can't hang wit' the gang
Am I right or wrong?
I would have to at least see a little heart
(Hart) in Shotgun for him to Ride Along
Aye, I'll pull this tre out and pop it
Took the serial numbers on the tool off
The stick scratched like a cue ball
Stay out the pocket!

I said the difference between me and you? You
A lil' homie you ain't got no pups
Gun Line King, you ain't got no pumps
No ain't never slide on nobody
You ain't never pop no trunks
Man all you do is write raps and cuff sluts
The difference between me and you?
You had a job but have all
These gun lines in your rap
I had Escobar dreams
I turn my grandmother house into a trap
I wrote my raps there and that's a fact
Three rounds? I was really cookin'
Crack while cookin' crack
You talk that Crip shit
I really live that Crip shit
I'm from the side of the world where you
Gotta worry about the cops, the Bloods
Crips and the niggas that switch cliques
Wait a minute, ain't you one of them
Niggas that switch cliques?
You was 4th Quarter, Writer's
Bloque, Team Homi, now you Team Crip?
Gotti I don't know how you fuck wit' him
He set flippin' who locced you in? How you
Turn cuz? You set trippin'
Where I'm from, loyalty is a must
He another 6ix9ine, we call him "Danny"
Aye Geechi, I don't know how you do it
But the real Gotti would've killed
Him for switchin' families
I knew you was pussy since we met
You playin' a dangerous game Russian Roulette
Don't ever question my loyalty for the rag
All the pain and the sufferin' for the flag
All the dead folks, respect
His Crippin'? Baow
He get a Blueface and that's on the dead Locs
What his life like?
While he was beatin' on his girl?
I was beatin' on his girl
She even asked me for a fight
I could've spent the weekend witcha girl
Mossberg 500 the top pump
If we was in jail together
I'd make you sleep on the top bunk
Glock dump, ladder, got a
Couple bodies on it, the stock jump
Big ass ratchet, it's cookin' him
Head shot, his top what it's cookin' in
Entry wound got me lookin' from
A different point of view
Outside lookin' in chokes jersey

Aye, y'all remember in ah, ah
Bad Boys 1 when Martin bugged out?
"Man if you don't sit yo'
Lanky ass down bottom
Line i will knock you the fuck out"
This shit more than rap
The pistol, German issue
I'll put a body on the Luger torture rack
Of course I'm strapped
If Shotgun play, stand back, seven yards
Before I snap or take a long hike
I don't wanna see y'all die so tell Red man
(Redman) "head out" or I'll show
Him there Iz A Darkside blaow!
I'll lay you down
Toss somethin' the size of a medicine ball
For tryin' to throw your weight around
The aim pro' good, I can't miss the man
I'm finna hit Newsome
(noose 'em) up like it's Rosewood
I'm finna yolk Suge
Go upside his head, whippin' Shotgun at will
(wheel) driver's ed bitch made nigga
Tryin' to suppress this big K spittin'
Silencer, so now it's just a little loud
Slim Dre Dennis
I get to wiggin', but niggas hatin'
So if not the 30 I'll take the 2-1
(21) immigration you won't be back for good
Don't think I'll squeeze that? I would
45, the coat on Shotgun, jean jacket Suge
BAOW! The heat get popped
I raise one and shake a Grape up with the 5
Give him three up top
BAOW! We get pistols in by the dozen
Just got a little mo' Hawks
(mohawks) in Indian In The Cupboard
Don't even start him, Nina sparker
BAOW, get a giant bald head Tiki Barber
Whatchu got? Packs for cheap?
Well let's play a game
When's the last time you saw
(Saw) Shotgun trap a ki (key)?
I lift the Mag'
This shit? Violent, get close to purple
Blaow, magenta splash
Where Majenta at? Who you had winnin'?
Well you gon' be in need of clothes you're
(closure) goin' for Jimmie, Jaz (Jimmy Jazz)
I wish he would go to the jakes if Jim'
(gym) rat, we liftin' iron
Doin' pull ups everyday
Catch him at the red light
Hit his head twice
They lookin' at his autopsy report thinkin'
"What his death like?"
Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself
Suicide or I'll do the job, kill yourself