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letra de aye verb vs. shotgun suge - urltv

[round 1: shotgun suge]
let’s get one thing- f-ck that i ain’t got no worries for verb
in the streets they never heard of verb
the nerve of verb
i jump out poppin’, i got kinda verbs for verb
this where the drama start
llama spark, impact break off a body part
you’se a b-tch it’s ya mama fault
act brave today i hit a hat with a tomahawk
he been duckin’, we been piers
aye smack, i’ve been waitin’ to pocket check verb for ten years
he be all in the sp-ces talkin’ like a real k!ller
i’m talkin’ ’bout real filler
talkin’ likе he peel bl!ckers, peel triggers
that’s why i talk to mysеlf, cause i only take advice from real n-ggas
i watched you get chased but talk to us like you hood or somethin’
imagine me takin’ advice from aye verb who never stood on nothin’
clip dumpin’, strip jumpin’
brought the stick to the ring like jim duggan
that tec bag him, flip somethin’, fifth ring like tim duncan
you’ll get ran out ya hood, you’se a lil’ homie
big dawg, ain’t n0body pullin’ no drills on me
the only time i got chased was by 12
i had 100 bottles and 40 pills on me
you told surf you sold plan b in the trap
ain’t no risk in that
you better power up
the only plan b i had was get caught with the work or hit the power flush
it get like that
two fiends, swallowing twenty bundles, you ain’t never seen no sh-t like that
while you was hostin’ parties tryin’ to get a look off
i had a cheese line for [?] doin’ cookoffs
had my youngins get ’em slumped off
flip a n-gga wit’ it, jump off
stretch aye like young dolph
i know you a b-tch and you ain’t bangin’ hardly
i know i don’t need it but i gotta keep a .40 for this gangsta party
in these streets i’m a pro verb, i’d rather be safe than sorry
they put 10 bands up so he gotta go
m on his head like mario
i’m sliddin’ though, i’ll hit a three times like favio
we make n-ggas give they plugs up
headshot, get his buzz up
he a junkie, the only time a ride (rod) is when he drugged up
you sniff coke and that’s sad verb
i will drag verb
you only good in a promotional way, you’se an ad verb (adverb)
i’m outside wit’ the pump tho’
we never seen verb slide, but we seen him, run, dance and jump though
i’m like king kong ’round this b-tch the boul wildin’
dead bodies, i had an island boy livin’ on skull island
surf told him to pull up
that was your chance to blast tommys
we know you p-ssy
cause n-ggas who live on the island, well they scared of tsunamis
free surf
you know he heard me
i ain’t got no f-ckin’ slogan
jersey
[round 1: aye verb]
smack said, “verb you lasted 14, can you make a new one?”
i said, “dawg. i can’t make no more verbs, it’s like i’m neutered.”
time to suit up
i was licensed, the nicest, the violent shooter
time expire, i’m surprised that y’all act like i can’t renew it
let’s get movin’
all eras i’m feared, my spears proven
bout to treat y’all heavyweight champ like a f-ckin’ tune up
you ain’t nothin’ but a fake grape street who a late bloomer
with the image of a dirty polar bears in a pair of pumas
let me boom him, i twin .45s, that’s a pair of cougars
both the barrels on them b-tches ’bout long as a barracuda
this a jungle, i said pumas, cougars and barracudas
if i pull these in the air it’ll parachute ya, prepare to lose it
suge, try to be hoes dream, i’ma tear into him
territorial, she mine off the rip when i tear into her
let them gas you, surf bars written, look how i do him
i send lasers down them b-tch n-ggas faces like hair removal
i don’t beef, i just stop y’all drugs
get pockets ruined, catch y’all plugs out
put a stop in to him, put a socket through him
listen n-gga, this a fork in the road where you start to losin’
i’m meant to be the start of this folk; free larry hoover
f-ck a friend n-gga, you roll deep n-gga, what for?
you get backdoored by n-ggas you let through the front door
don’t no gangs make no money lil’ n-gga, they make wars
and n-ggas y’all say stand up, they get floored
this is verb, suge
live from the set, i come for morals
if you ran off with a pack then his debt becomes yours
with the strap we put the stick on our shoulders and come forward
knock it off, we box it out, but right after become boys
that’s too real for you
you go to jail they ain’t still loyal
they gon’ fill up on yo’ b-tch every night and not feel for you
you’ll land in st. louis and get robbed and i feel for you
but we ain’t sn-tch your chain ball, we don’t steal foil
you know where you at n-gga?
my bloodline, depressed kings, i carry sorrow
so when i’m down bad lookin’ blue, i’m still royal
back at lite work i was a joke
okay, okay, here my joke
n-ggas like, “kid chaos gon’ make the playoffs”
ex hot boy n-gga i keep the flame out
with pressure i release with a squeeze, how i let my pain out
i’m like bane now, after the pump with his brains out
let that window down, half of the gauge only hang out
i’m the president, but still i’m a slave on this stage, how?
cause smack brought me in with no chain and i stayed down
crystal lake, i’m just holdin’ yo’ face down
’til i see that last kick cause you n-ggas, y’all fake drown
i’ve been a great
what time is it? it’s dinner, 8:00, it’s too much at stake
keep bringin’ water, i blendin’ grapes
this is me here
nothin’ sweet here, how splenda taste
i wouldn’t be here any other time unless christmas came
[round 2: shotgun suge]
i got mad guns to blast somethin’
[?] to drag somethin’
three .9s under the bed, a few in the closet like chaz duncan
pop the baby when the mag bustin’
i’ll get your school house rocked for nothin’
gun him down, stand on top of verb like conjunction junction
yo, you put up donuts, and all my guns function
double d’s, box ’em in, america runs on dunkin’ (duncan)
mac sh-lls how you flip those in ’em
i’ll put duncan (dunkin’) in a box with six holes in him
i’ll st. louis ran duncan
c-ck it back and blam duncan
when it land tho’ (orlando) i banchero and slam dunkin’ (duncan)
headshot! take a big chunk
come off that island, get his ship sunk
clip dump, i’ll put a on his shirt like a chipmunk
silencer make silent noise
glock 17, in the middle of his head since he wanna be an island boy
this heat’ll put him under like a hair dryer
three-minute rounds, they ain’t book him- man i’ll cook you in half the time like an air fryer
i’ve been trappin’ and bull sh-ttin’ since the michael days, at a survival age
you ever cut a bird at a survival stage?
i have, thanksgivin’ ain’t the only time i put yams in a microwave
you god tier?
the streets, we don’t care about it, class rank
i sold dope to get mad bank
don’t tell me about a risk
whatchu know about 500 bags of heron, stashed in the gas tank?
i really did that, newspaper rack for sure
frontpage, back and more
you could pop a sleeve, and read about the block that got spinned on the night before
don’t shoot the messenger, i’m way ahead of ya
i’m from newark, where the unheard of is regular
you gon’ tell us you come from that darkness? your chrome be packin’?
yeah ya hood be so crackin’
yeah verb, you from the hood but you ain’t partic-p-ting, no action
pill plug, i know the doctor who k!lled mike jackson
scams say “ice pack” we slangin’ that sh-t that make ill stop rappin’
puttin’ in work is like weight trainin’, it keep you outta harms way
all we do is lift steel, and curl .40’s, every day is arm day
st. louis we ridin’ through
i’m lookin’ for verb, i’m shootin’ interviews
small weapon, get his men excused
i got a couple [?] for ya cut duncan; pinderhughes
get laid down, for tryin’ to be somebody you not, like blade brown
ask my hood, before i met smack, my meal brothers
i had 300 percs a day for the pill lovers
this n-ggas a b-tch, it’s a real cover
he like coke in the pot, i get to cookin’ he start showin’ his real colors
you know he heard me
i ain’t got no f-ckin’ slogan
jersey
[round 2: aye verb]
you are facin’ a pro k!ller, i can slash and stab without staggerin’
this stupid rappin’?
i’ma take this body like human trafficking
i’m back again, stick dagger in, twist half and bend
cause they don’t respect the fight in the dog, the respect the win
spin again
we project who we are from behind the pen
and i am him
i am the truth out here from what lies within
now let’s rumble
i’m used to pipework, kind of like a plumber
long stick, up close bucket like a true mutombo
then bulletproof all of the whips down to the dump trucks
i wish you n-ggas would (wood) spin like movin’ nun chucks
i’m wreckin’ him, you record wrecked catchin’ wreck wit’ him
i am stretchin’ him
he gettin’ outlined like i’m sketching him
see this kind of style is kind of shao
i don’t gotta bow, i can conjure up a n-gga’s inner child and calm that down
usin’ valium, i’m hopin’ to catch you, but if that script don’t appeal ( a pill), i’m still showin’ i can open that capsule
i’m ’bout to leave smoke through ya tracksuit
n-gga yo’ cousin wrote ‘shaq-fu’
in a parallel universe he rap n-gga, that’s you
i got a question for you, bro ask dude why he front on kyrie? n-gga he black and he black too
what the f-ck?
loyalty with me and my patnas is a lot different
once we pass each other knots out our pockets we are not switchin’
we was taught, step straight to you bullies and drop wit’ ’em
drop the first n-gga, the second’s runnin’ like the clock tickin’
i think shotgun got me twisted like a locktician
i’ve been ballin’
this start fallin’ i’m not trippin’
i’ll catch you outside wit’ ya fam’ bein’ a dad
then a flash go from a boy to a man like shazam
that’s inferno, you shoot from long range, you don’t want a murder
got a skirt up and pull that b-tch close, kinda like a girdle
i’m for certain, name that matter, you are not one
cause n-gga i drive this culture and i ain’t never called shotgun
suge! i will watch you get socked on
n-gga you ain’t my boy for real like a god son
one of your ex’s hopped into my inbox, she a bottom feeder
if you f-ck suge, b-tch on your knees how you gotta greet us
this a charger, and the benz and the beamer are the top tiers
a charge ain’t a flex overseas that stops here
not buyin’ your setup
you rappers by like your bread up
but suge gotta die in my presence so he can buy his kids presents
i’m a timeless investment
my life aligns with rolexes
every time i get tested i give lead to each question
see that’s a pencil, i’m special, why i made rushmore as a freshman
sirens projected
the app now has a virus inspect it
and the guy on the guest list, verb from ’09 give my section
please to the line i am steppin’
season in prime, i’m a chef here, watch me cook him, i’m electric
lines einstein with a tec grip
these n-ggas squares i detect it
y’all whole vibe give us chex mix
how are you higher than me son (sun) if your shine don’t project it?

[round 3: shotgun suge]
who the f-ck he think he talkin’ to?
you’se a b-tch, you should wear tampons n-gga
you got touched on as a little kid?
ayo smack who you got me battlin’? antwone fisher?
you play with boys, lovin’ ’em
you gotta be g-y, i never met a man who get traumatized from a girl touchin’ him
you hate women? that’s the lame in you
you ain’t have no daddy or no uncles to have some game witchu?
and you know what else make me sick?
growin’ up, you and r. kelly had the same issues
i hope you don’t got one of those little b-tches trapped in your closet with snaps in the pocket
rappin’, singin’, ‘half on a baby’, tryin’ to make a profit
i got him figured, the respect i once had is reconsidered
get bl!ckered, in your case, you hear ‘touch me, tease me’ and get triggered
every time i rap, it got a purpose
i know we said we wasn’t gon’ do personals, but that sh-t was on the surface
i sold coke to n-ggas like you
i got over sellin’ soap to n-ggas like you
i done finessed most n-ggas like you
you gon’ get up here and say that you don’t lie, that’s the big lie
just to get by
you told us you was god
if i’m not mistaken, god don’t get high
that sh-t forbidden, it’s on you, it can’t be ridden, the sh-t is written
we can’t beef with vegan verb, we liked you better when you was fryin’ chicken
i’ll take money out like a withdraw
i had a gun since i was this talk
i got the drop i was tipped off
now it’s a new body on the k like chris paul
this .45 was trump made
i spend my free time in the gun range
i’ll get his whole house k!lled when the gun blaze
i’ll bet he cool down when the sun fade
i’ll front him five like the new plug
n-gga soft like a new rug
man the only action verb get into is when he use drugs
he think we shakin’ hands i’ma shoot ya
they said it’s ten bands on the floor all i see is free bands in my future
they got a new midwest and they left a lane
they got fonz, tru foe, that’s when the weapons came
they got the drug addict thinkin’ he can make a comeback after he left the game
that cocaine really f-ckin’ witcha mind like eddie cane
you got on twitter said you be hittin’ lines
you started braggin’, you said your fans was clappin’
the only time n-ggas should be happy for a user is playin’ madden
you remember that island gang? you had a group of riders
snake eyez was the only one that could hang with the shooters and the drivers
this life like gang, i had to get snake off the island like anacondas
what his life like?
you ever run off on the plug? that’s a boarder play
by any means i had to pop the source like [?]
what his life like?
you junkie, you be back and forth at the f-ckin’ spot
cocaine veezy, waitin’ on the clap to drop
you want crack or not?
fightin’ the monkey on his back, like kakarot
you think you better than n-ggas? and i can’t stand it
you look like you get high off your own supply, you sell it and slam it
you know why new york n-ggas don’t like you, cause you broke one of biggie’s ‘commandments’
what my life like?
since i met smack i’ve been too legit
what my life like?
i’m black, i own my own crib, with no mortgage i’m part of the 2%
you know he heard me
i ain’t got no f-ckin’ slogan
(jersey!)

[round 3: aye verb]
i can stand still and smoke you n-gga with only bars
certain rappers bars put on a show and clowns perform
i accept that
this yo’ house, you the man right now and i respect that
well let me take off my shoes and put my blunt out on yo’ pet back
like, “f-ck yo’ owner, p-ssy” and then you hear her neck snap
you gon’ get this bread no matter what, how much you bet that?
when y’all throw ya set up all in the camera that’s a set back
cause companies never invest no money in no death traps
and now that that’s that, n-gga let’s rap
yo’ paper ain’t even close
what you make off the net is gross
my parents are so far from perfection, they made me close
when i hustle i had top dawg vision, you really lived it
suge ain’t never told no b-tch, “go in my sock drawer and get it.”
see, where i’m from, it was rock hard n-gga
we never leave
a spirit flight, a zip of weed is like rock star livin’
i’m not y’all n-ggas
ak’s come from where akbar get ’em
if he got bars then n-gga i spared wit’ him
y’all n-ggas don’t like me, okay, y’all all scorn women
think austin rivers
high school, suge’ll dog y’all n-ggas
but in the league we don’t never seem to see that same all-star in him
why do jersey n-ggas get the most votes?
it’s kinda crazy cause the jersey n-ggas got the most chokes
jersey n-ggas take money from small leagues and don’t show
a bunch of f-ckin’ thieves throwin’ up c’s from a whole ‘nother coast
suge runnin’ over n-ggas, man i thought of death row
but f-ck that
three-minute rounds they ain’t book me for a long time
f-ck the preview, let’s let that beef brew, in 3d too
soooo it’s showtime
big bully wit’ bars, where did all of that go?
your dog must be on a leash like when you walk in petco
fans like they were stepped on, so bars slept on
watch it back, i’m still (steal) in it like a part of me klepto’
see y’all n-ggas, y’all threats i be calm n-gga, i be posin’
and be holdin’ that b-tch like a prom picture, i was chosen
to be battle rap’s sadaam vicious
if i wake up in a bad mood, i’ll get a bomb tickin’
put time limits
five minutes then we gon’, i’m kinda tom wit’ it
catch a bullet if you go home
i’m better bro, i’ve always been and forever bro
how you gon’ wash me up if i’m clean and a better soap?
they bookin’ you, these new n-ggas that we never know
i am cookin’ you
suge packs smoke like oregano
n-gga look at you, must’ve forgot what i was famous fo’
beas’ called me, “are you trainin’ bro?”
trainin’ for what? i’m trainin’ just to be trained to go
i’ll bring the mop and stain the flo’
we ain’t playin’ game of thrones, i made my own
i went and took the heads of all y’all kings and then became my own
you ain’t got no story suge
f-ck it n-gga face it
the hardest sh-t you said was movie sh-t and that’s some fake sh-t
so tonight i’m cruisin’
cause how can i lose when
this a soft ass n-gga talkin’ hard body with loose skin

- urltv

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