URLtv - Shotgun Suge vs Big T lyrics

[Round 1: Big T] Big Terrance! Last time they gave you T-Top Well this time you get the top T That was an off T Top T could've offed T Top freestyling off the top T We've seen him tank top but it's about to get as nasty as you taking off your top tee You think this the gate to getting your V-necks? You better get you a Lacoste tee They call T, "Hitman ain't battle him...what will it cost, T?" "Beasley, before I rap make me a correct offer sir That's the Rick Ross fee" They talk about putting T in the gra** You better be working on a golf swing Before they see T in a mask in Jersey Clip sticks out like I'm practicing for a lacrosse team We all scheme...then I ride through New York Bang bang bang bang! 'Bout to blow New Jersey up! Nah, I'm direct...I'd rather go to Suge's project steps Start a fire on they block Until the kickback get out of hand like Project X The sh** that I don't get? How you the n***a from Jersey reppin'? But you the same n***a that disrespected a dead legend Midwesters used to rock with you...Led Zeppelin Now you get a taste of your own medicine...Excedrin Left Surf and Ars to represent and you never went It was hella Crips in the whips, messages(?) Techs up in the blue bubble like iMessages To make sure my man is good, we got nice etiquette They would've respected it But they almost went to jail for some sh** these n***as saying That's the sh** from real n***as and b**hes, it's these situations Every time we see him its purple rags, "these n***as grapin'" But you should have a Confederate flag Since you like to leave n***as hanging I'm saying...just to show you that a n***a nice I ain't seen Suge leave n***as hanging like this since Vanilla Ice That was light but I'm going to add some creativeness in Suge thanks for the win...damn you leaving a n***a hangin' again What's happenin' with Kannon and Ms. Gracie? Why'd it hurt your self-esteem? They gave Hitman Holla 15,000, they gave you 15....hundred And we wondered if something intervened Kannon paid him to be his b**h like Love Don't Cost a Thing He be tough extra against (Th3) Saga and (Bill) Collector But why you never pocket check Math or touch Sevah? You still Baby Loc...cause in the streets you ain't did nothing ever Like what type of shotgun Suge'll raise? Blood pressure None ever, you wasn't a n***a with the mac You wasn't the n***a when there was drama they sent to get the strap They don't call you Shotgun cause the Mossberg sittin' in your lap They call you Shotgun cause you was too big to fit up in the back That's a fact! Another fact: n***as ran in my crib, took the gun, co*ked it back Took everything you got from rap But I'm still here today and I think God for that So Suge...you think I care about getting my pockets tapped? Go ahead tap my pockets...all it's a go Y'all it's a show, cause when they rob you for real you all on the floor So a n***a tap my pockets and I walk through the door Tap my pockets then, he won't tap a n***a's pockets no more Fa sho', as soon as he reach his hand out to check "Get yo hand out my pocket" Brraow! Malcom X! It's about respect! [Round 1: Shotgun Suge] Smack said I'm gonna line you up three, I said make it crazy He said you got the b**h from Chicago I know you not talking about Gracie baby I know you want her but I got the guy T But he ain't got nothing to do with it But I'ma put you in it like you n I, T I'ma deep-dish, fry T...you better go on a diet or die, T I be on the block, playing cops and robbers with the jake He be snitchin', type to land your man in a case Head shot, he gonna die with his eyes open He looking Sandra Bland in the face But T, I'ma pull the tool on you Let this Ruger spit now it drool on you Let this K shine it'll split his DNA like 2 on 2 Hollows be eatin' his body like a mosquito You had my name all in your mouth in the D though This shot was given, a free-throw In this case, I'm Michael Jackson...nobody ever talk about Tito I'll regulate him like Warren G All you do is pop sh**...ain't no war in T He the type to take sh** back like a warranty But no when you warrin', T I'll take your bread like you owe Suge n***as die when they owe Suge, got your mother like "Oh Suge" Have him hanging off a balcony like the old Suge Buy your bag, get a bag that's porch play Where I'm from everybody on the porch play Money, guns, and d** the Newark way Man we bang for hours like a short stay He talk that Chi-raq, 30 poppin' with the sh** like he belong there You from the South side old block Inglewood? Man why you don't blog there? Cause you fraud there Gorilla warfare...had him tweakin' on Twitter Try beefin' on Twitter, I must be the man Even Surf was meekin' on Twitter But f** that I'm on you, you a heavyweight Good aim make sure the Desi straight Put the icing on him like a wedding cake You react, I'll kick one of your fans like Kevin Gates Hey Hitman, I do nothing for free f** wrong with you? I don't what Big T got paid for this battle But everything he got is coming with me I don't need y'all hyping my sh** Cause I'ma shoot the next n***a that say Surf write my sh** Get him the f** outta here [Round 2: Big T] Yo Suge, how's your day my friend? I ain't going to lie to you like them, notice that I said my friend You ain't been hot since 2010, all the way back then I ain't seen a rapper fall off that long Since Eminem in The Way I Am Speaking of them, them Detroit n***as wasn't looking happy He was like, "Uncle Smack...how much I gotta pay them so they won't get at me?"