[Round 1: Shotgun Suge]
Let’s get ONE. THING. STRAIGHT!
Certain shit about you is fake
Like how you be snatchin’ purses, that’s worse than boostin’
These his last days, it’s no recoupin’
Slam, Shut 'Em Down, it’s no regroupin’
Ironic, think Onyx: I got bucks for Twork in Houston
BOW! BOW! This shit loud like an angry woman
That flamer comin’
I’m at the gang, who want it?
I tried to show lil' bro the ropes, but now I gotta hang you from it!
Your “Before” pics, niggas memed that!
You choked your last N.O.M.E, I seen that!
I mean that!
Let two ring in Houston, the cops think The Dream back!
Washed-up vet, that’s what a rookie think
‘Til I let it rain and slide on Twork like the pussy stink!
Nobody on your staff goon
Your man Ryda don’t ride, he a half-goon
If Twork show his ass tonight, he’ll get hit with a half-moon!
Man, fuck that!
Black van, two baby Locs slidin’ out the back
Clip curve look like curly fries hangin’ off the MAC!
I knew you was a sneaky bitch, with a name like Ravonne
Ravonne? You love that fuckin’ ho-?
BAOW! The world gon’ mourn over you like Trayvon!
You STRAPPED IN!? Well, pull it off the belt, then!
You cold as ice, I’ll let him melt, then
He get dealt, then
I’m shootin’ everybody: Ray men (Raymond) even felt ten
I’m the biggest baby Loc on the street
.45 a beauty
I had to ring this bitch bell (Belle): he done woke up a beast
I get cool wit’ him, then get his son trust (Suntrust) like where Atlanta play
Carpool wit’ the goons in a Santa Fe
And a K, drag Ray across Jersey like Tampa Bay
I ain’t scared of nobody wit’ the same gender
I got that four in, that Ray Catena
LeBron: I been coachin’ these niggas, the game-ender
The King put Ray in the corner, he wide open for the game-winner!
RAN-DOM!
You battled on a homo league?
You from Jersey!
That’s not acceptable on these live streets!
You gon’ tell me you did it for the money?
So what? That’s like gettin’ booked for Pride Week!
The culture like weed: I done smoked me the best
You like a roach: I’m just smokin’ what’s left
As my (asthma) pump raise, I’ll put smoke in his chest
You know how I rock, shootin' straight wit’ a gun, B
Gun me!?
Houston, this Bun B vers’ Chun-Li!
I’m like Birdman
This my son, y’all! Please believe me!
I’m the type to do him greasy...then take a picture wit’ him like he Weezy
I said, BANG on him: Shaq Attack!
Commit the murder, my youngins need a rack for that!
Oh, you like to snatch old ladies’ purses?
Well, lemme get you BACK FOR THAT!
JERSEY!
Let’s get ONE. THING. STRAIGHT!
Certain shit about you is fake
Like how you be snatchin’ purses, that’s worse than boostin’
These his last days, it’s no recoupin’
Slam, Shut 'Em Down, it’s no regroupin’
Ironic, think Onyx: I got bucks for Twork in Houston
BOW! BOW! This shit loud like an angry woman
That flamer comin’
I’m at the gang, who want it?
I tried to show lil' bro the ropes, but now I gotta hang you from it!
Your “Before” pics, niggas memed that!
You choked your last N.O.M.E, I seen that!
I mean that!
Let two ring in Houston, the cops think The Dream back!
Washed-up vet, that’s what a rookie think
‘Til I let it rain and slide on Twork like the pussy stink!
Nobody on your staff goon
Your man Ryda don’t ride, he a half-goon
If Twork show his ass tonight, he’ll get hit with a half-moon!
Man, fuck that!
Black van, two baby Locs slidin’ out the back
Clip curve look like curly fries hangin’ off the MAC!
I knew you was a sneaky bitch, with a name like Ravonne
Ravonne? You love that fuckin’ ho-?
BAOW! The world gon’ mourn over you like Trayvon!
You STRAPPED IN!? Well, pull it off the belt, then!
You cold as ice, I’ll let him melt, then
He get dealt, then
I’m shootin’ everybody: Ray men (Raymond) even felt ten
I’m the biggest baby Loc on the street
.45 a beauty
I had to ring this bitch bell (Belle): he done woke up a beast
I get cool wit’ him, then get his son trust (Suntrust) like where Atlanta play
Carpool wit’ the goons in a Santa Fe
And a K, drag Ray across Jersey like Tampa Bay
I ain’t scared of nobody wit’ the same gender
I got that four in, that Ray Catena
LeBron: I been coachin’ these niggas, the game-ender
The King put Ray in the corner, he wide open for the game-winner!
RAN-DOM!
You battled on a homo league?
You from Jersey!
That’s not acceptable on these live streets!
You gon’ tell me you did it for the money?
So what? That’s like gettin’ booked for Pride Week!
The culture like weed: I done smoked me the best
You like a roach: I’m just smokin’ what’s left
As my (asthma) pump raise, I’ll put smoke in his chest
You know how I rock, shootin' straight wit’ a gun, B
Gun me!?
Houston, this Bun B vers’ Chun-Li!
I’m like Birdman
This my son, y’all! Please believe me!
I’m the type to do him greasy...then take a picture wit’ him like he Weezy
I said, BANG on him: Shaq Attack!
Commit the murder, my youngins need a rack for that!
Oh, you like to snatch old ladies’ purses?
Well, lemme get you BACK FOR THAT!
JERSEY!
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