IntroShotgun Suge
Yeah
Aye
Better Newark
ni**as got me fu*ked up, man
You send your lil man at me?
You's a b*tch, ni**a
I'm on your head, cuz'
VerseShotgun 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 ni**as
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 sh*t out little Cass', take his chain off 'em
Got the green, ni**as bet he ride
Real creep, this ni**a 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 ni**a 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 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 ni**a 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 ni**as, told me how you run from ni**as
Never want no problem, hide your gun from ni**as
Keep runnin' at his mouth, get 'em sparked bad
The way the chopper hit him, remind 'em of that car crash
VerseJai 400
Larceny, fu*k them f*gs, keep a gun and mask
Talk Philly, I think Gillie, Meek Millie, and Ab
Rotten big body Benzes, so fu*k 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
fu*k Cassidy, his boy don't have a chance
Give him the cue, bet he get active with the hands
I show you my ni**as 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 dick, fu*k what you thought' sh*t
Headshot, bet that pop his top on some cork sh*t
My young ni**as, they gon' clap for me, bruh
But I'm my own, fu*k 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' ni**as 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 ni**a moving
Why you mad at me, bruh?
Do what the fu*k 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
OutroShotgun Suge
fu*k you ni**as 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 fu*king nobody, man, nobody know that ni**a, man
fu*k 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'
fu*k you mean, all headshots, ni**a
We ain't letting up on you fu*kboys, you heard
Cassidy certified fu*kboy
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