Shotgun Suge - Get At Me 2 lyrics

IntroShotgun Suge Yeah Aye Better Newark ni**as got me fu*ked up, man You send your lil man at me? You's a b*tch, ni**a I'm on your head, cuz' VerseShotgun Suge "I'm a hustler, I'm a- I'm a hustler" Please, your coke stepped on I'm on his block and he better have his vest on A hundred opps with me, who you tryin' to flex on? All real ni**as When you hide behind your shooter you get killed quicker Forty cal with the ladder, it's a deal ender creepin' up the block, it's a wheel bender My little shootеr make his name off 'em Smack thе sh*t out little Cass', take his chain off 'em Got the green, ni**as bet he ride Real creep, this ni**a Cassidy a pedophile He like to play with little girls when they fifteen Beat 'em down in the club like he Mitch Green Ridin' two dirty Harrys but the whip clean Bank 'em right between his eyes, he got a split screen I kidnap 'em, take 'em on a torch ride You wasn't there when ni**a Ab was sitting courtside You was out with a rapist singing 'Hotel' Y'all was bringing little girls to the hotel You say missing chicken, you talking no bread He was pissing on b*tches with his old head Gill's the one makin' it, Jag the one takin' it Cass' called the little girls and he the one tapin' it You's a b*tch, you informant for the cops This ni**a Gillie shooting blogs on your block Real gang member, better let it be Ain't nobody in my city gon' discredit me It was a couple ni**as, told me how you run from ni**as Never want no problem, hide your gun from ni**as Keep runnin' at his mouth, get 'em sparked bad The way the chopper hit him, remind 'em of that car crash VerseJai 400 Larceny, fu*k them f*gs, keep a gun and mask Talk Philly, I think Gillie, Meek Millie, and Ab Rotten big body Benzes, so fu*k a Chubby Jag A roleplayer who only good for supporting Cass' So all that clapping on wax, see, that'll get 'em killed And we known for pilling caps, boy, that been a drill [benadryl I'm the real, grippin' steel, clapping like they fans Somebody shoulda told son and warned 'em in advance fu*k Cassidy, his boy don't have a chance Give him the cue, bet he get active with the hands I show you my ni**as get down, I'm on that Newark sh*t If it's beef, you ain't Halal, you on that pork sh*t I'm on that 'eat a dick, fu*k what you thought' sh*t Headshot, bet that pop his top on some cork sh*t My young ni**as, they gon' clap for me, bruh But I'm my own, fu*k your man, keep that strap on me, bruh Gotta make it, got the city on the back of me, bruh Shooters got precision, that mean they got accuracy, bruh Givin' ni**as pounds, I ain't talking dappin' me, bruh And I got that sack, that's why I got these racks on me, bruh Had the strategy, bruh Now a young ni**a moving Why you mad at me, bruh? Do what the fu*k you doing Won't stop 'til my point is proven I show you how to do this, son All this money is soothin', I ain't tryin' to lose this, son Eatin' on any beat, so I'mma chew this one If money ain't the outcome, it ain't a true income Like Paul Pierce, I show you who the truth is, son E-Class, new coupe, ride with no roof, son OutroShotgun Suge fu*k you ni**as thought, man You know I keep a shooter with me, man Hey, Cassidy, you's a fraud You send ya lil man at me Chubby Jag, you's a fu*king nobody, man, nobody know that ni**a, man fu*k you talking about Talking about he got a Benz I got a Benz too Talking about he been on Grape Street, I been on Grape Street too What you sayin', cuz' fu*k you mean, all headshots, ni**a We ain't letting up on you fu*kboys, you heard Cassidy certified fu*kboy real raps