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shotgun suge - get at me 2 lyrics

[intro: shotgun suge]
yeah
aye
better newark
n+ggas got me f+cked up, man
you send your lil man at me?
you’s a b+tch, n+gga
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 n+ggas
when you hide behind your shooter you get k!lled 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, n+ggas bet he ride
real creep, this n+gga 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 n+gga 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 p+ssing 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 n+gga gillie shooting blogs on your block
real gang member, better let it be
ain’t n0body in my city gon’ discredit me
it was a couple n+ggas, told me how you run from n+ggas
never want no problem, hide your gun from n+ggas
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, f+ck them f+gs, keep a gun and mask
talk philly, i think gillie, meek millie, and ab
rotten big body benzes, so f+ck a chubby jag
a roleplayer who only good for supporting cass’
so all that clapping on wax, see, that’ll get ’em k!lled
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
f+ck cassidy, his boy don’t have a chance [?]
give him the cue, bet he get active with the hands
i show you my n+ggas 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 d+ck, f+ck what you thought’ sh+t
headshot, bet that pop his top on some cork sh+t
my young n+ggas, they gon’ clap for me, bruh
but i’m my own, f+ck 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’ n+ggas 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 n+gga moving
why you mad at me, bruh?
do what the f+ck 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]
f+ck you n+ggas 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 f+cking n0body, man, n0body know that n+gga, man
f+ck 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’
f+ck you mean, all headshots, n+gga
we ain’t letting up on you f+ckboys, you heard
cassidy certified f+ckboy
[?]
[?] real raps [?]

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