Get At Me 2
Shotgun Suge
GENRE
[Intro: Shotgun Suge]
Yeah
Aye
Better Newark
Niggas got me fucked up, man
You send your lil man at me?
You's a bitch, nigga
I'm on your head, cuz'
[Verse: Shotgun 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 niggas
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 shit out little Cass', take his chain off 'em
Got the green, niggas bet he ride
Real creep, this nigga 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 nigga 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 bitches 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 bitch, you informant for the cops
This nigga 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 niggas, told me how you run from niggas
Never want no problem, hide your gun from niggas
Keep runnin' at his mouth, get 'em sparked bad
The way the chopper hit him, remind 'em of that car crash
[Verse: Jai 400]
Larceny, fuck them fags, keep a gun and mask
Talk Philly, I think Gillie, Meek Millie, and Ab
Rotten big body Benzes, so fuck 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
Fuck Cassidy, his boy don't have a chance [?]
Give him the cue, bet he get active with the hands
I show you my niggas get down, I'm on that Newark shit
If it's beef, you ain't Halal, you on that pork shit
I'm on that 'eat a dick, fuck what you thought' shit
Headshot, bet that pop his top on some cork shit
My young niggas, they gon' clap for me, bruh
But I'm my own, fuck 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' niggas 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 nigga moving
Why you mad at me, bruh?
Do what the fuck 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
[Outro: Shotgun Suge]
Fuck you niggas 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 fucking nobody, man, nobody know that nigga, man
Fuck 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'
Fuck you mean, all headshots, nigga
We ain't letting up on you fuckboys, you heard
Cassidy certified fuckboy
[?]
[?] real raps [?]
Yeah
Aye
Better Newark
Niggas got me fucked up, man
You send your lil man at me?
You's a bitch, nigga
I'm on your head, cuz'
[Verse: Shotgun 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 niggas
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 shit out little Cass', take his chain off 'em
Got the green, niggas bet he ride
Real creep, this nigga 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 nigga 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 bitches 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 bitch, you informant for the cops
This nigga 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 niggas, told me how you run from niggas
Never want no problem, hide your gun from niggas
Keep runnin' at his mouth, get 'em sparked bad
The way the chopper hit him, remind 'em of that car crash
[Verse: Jai 400]
Larceny, fuck them fags, keep a gun and mask
Talk Philly, I think Gillie, Meek Millie, and Ab
Rotten big body Benzes, so fuck 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
Fuck Cassidy, his boy don't have a chance [?]
Give him the cue, bet he get active with the hands
I show you my niggas get down, I'm on that Newark shit
If it's beef, you ain't Halal, you on that pork shit
I'm on that 'eat a dick, fuck what you thought' shit
Headshot, bet that pop his top on some cork shit
My young niggas, they gon' clap for me, bruh
But I'm my own, fuck 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' niggas 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 nigga moving
Why you mad at me, bruh?
Do what the fuck 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
[Outro: Shotgun Suge]
Fuck you niggas 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 fucking nobody, man, nobody know that nigga, man
Fuck 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'
Fuck you mean, all headshots, nigga
We ain't letting up on you fuckboys, you heard
Cassidy certified fuckboy
[?]
[?] real raps [?]
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