T-Top - Shotgun Suge vs T-Top lyrics

[Round 1: T-Top] I said i still ain't figure out what's going on in my city yet I mean it seem like to white cops the black skin be the biggest threat It's like they'll let you shoot up a church but k** you for some cigarettes You put your hands up and they'll shoot you while you surrendering I pray daily i just ain't bit all that religion sh** All i know is one day you die and that's the end of it But that's the problem we don't take time out for the innocent So i'ma make a moment of silence for they remembrance Okay let's kick the sh** i'm looking for Shotgun Suge with a pistol grip Shotgun, Suge won't know it till a n***a hit We both fat, black and rappers but the difference is i'm with the sh** He tap my pockets and i'ma split his sh** I know y'all like Top was just talking good but who gives a sh** I'll pop his b**h a** for nothing i'm a hypocrite That 4-5 divide him by 40 teach him arithmetics Then freeze his insides cause my hoes need a christmas gift Let's switch the sh** cause we know that you sweet we peep ya flavor Suge You either don't care about crips or you a hater Suge Shotgun vs Cal remember? So i don't have to replay it good Just know that Surf got locked for trynna save the hood Now if y'all paid close attention all them Grapes was good Ars made it back to Jersey blowing haze with Suge He like "we can get cuz out you know my paper good" Then Suge looked back and said shieeet that n***a Neigborhood We thought you was putting in work, you's a joke n***a Touch mines you begging for bucks like a broke n***a If i start a war i go end it, my co rilla I will never send my n***as alone to those n***as I said you a hoe n***a i hold triggers where your daughter hang The b**h playing hopscotch cool, well i ain't for them games I can take her down to the corner and get a p**no made Or shoot her either way i'm letting the 40 bang And i ain't even turn up yet this is just the warning phase If i send two pacs Suge it's getting more than grazed I'll have his whole family crying and a mourning staged Cause i put money on Shotgun like a bought a gauge Or i could catch his b**h in the club wait till she kinda tipsy Put a lil coke in her drink then give her time to sip it She pa** out i take the b**h home and start wyling in it Leave a pudding cup and a note that say Cosby did it My mind is different i ain't f**ing with these b**h n***as And he like to talk to the cops so you a snitch n***a? With a name like Jimmy News.. i'm bout to lynch n***as Broad daylight i don't care if you got ya kids with ya How you gon bully a bully? Cause you big n***a? Well i got something specially made for the big n***as Call my gun Mr. Cee that b**h big n***a Pull up on the side of his V *skiiirt* then Big n***as If he ain't got faith on his side he can't win n***a I coulda left Charlie in Baltimore how i wig n***a I followed that star to the North cause he the big dipper Pop her before i see J like his big sister Let's get it started a knife user, a semi sparker And i'm strapped with Dyn-o-mite like Jimmy Walker Greg a put Suge on his a** i'm with the barber He'll press a dent right in his mouth like Jimmy Carter Let's get it started boy i'm dumping at your men You're a beast on stage but you're a punk after the event Hitman said f** you, you gets nothing after this Just tell him a bear k**ed him *A hunting accident* [Round 1: Shotgun Suge] I said let me get this off my chest you cake soft Smack thank me sooner or later he Drake soft Every bar he sound like a b**h Drake song Man i'll smack ya lights out if you blink wrong Spazz something i ain't did in a while I'm Snoop he JD how i give him a BOW I got the D but i'll give him the Cal Headshot, make him sit Indian stlye He talk about them straps that he gotta go get I got it on me now bang the hammer at his feet make him do the James Brown He wanna be a Godfather this 40 knock a whole out him Thought he was super bad this pump get on up and knock the soul out him Smack he needs a doctor cause i'll hit him something proper Mike Epps Friday After Next i'm in his yard with the chopper He wanna battle rap cause his tape failed I wrote all i'ma k** you sh** like hate mail Body work take shells he gon be hard to find like a cosign to make bail You trap right? I got a bigger block If i want his block i'll cinder block Bandana on the barrel sh** built like a Swiffer mop I'll spin his block with a different stock That's his brother though but the sh** got a different pop Let me catch you sipping 40's after dark With his man i see sipping from the start Come through ratchets swinging get him pushed in the park Jai don't hold me back he holding back He went to the school of hard knocks he had to hold em back He ain't no boss on the block he's a stud dummy Like you know roll his blunt for me Big Brody don't pay for nothing i'll take this n***a lunch money That's what it's all about it's a money game Straps i'm all in the subway with it like the Money Train I feel like AI when i'm on for the molly He cross me i cross him but i'm catching a homi Step back shoot watch him drop then step over the body I can mask up split his top show up to the funeral with a mop Half the clip magic trick how i split his box Crazy part about it he think we're friends though When only family matter The Winslows That's why you only gonna get 2 30 rounds Extendos Get him the f** outta here Jersey the f** in