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Ryda vs. Shotgun Suge
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So we got Ryda vers’ Shotgun Suge They said “we think the look’ll be great” I didn’t see it that way I mean I appreciate the gesture, but I’m used to b*t*hes feedin’ me Grapes Now let’s get one thing straight I don’t care if he bangin’ where he from He died as a Grape, but they gon’ find him as a raisin in the Sun We on to the races, and you gon’ need more than a gun And Ryda (rider) know just how to get rid of Shotgun, and his Formula won (One) Now let’s cook I done survived evеry shot that a vet took You on the West facin’ Natе Dogg, ‘bout to get one of the best hooks Blade in him, you see his face? This is how death look I twist it, then kept turnin’ it over like Westbrook Ya boy shook I need you to pay attention to every word that I’m sayin’ I don’t give a f**k about no blogs or what the fan votes is swayin’ Even if you had Danny Myers’ parallel universe, it still come wit’ limitations New Spider-Man: ‘cause it’s No Way Home and ya Ben (been) dead in every situation Ain’t no time off N***a you gotta be ready when the opps come Ever since my Training Day, if I spot one, I got one Long nose- nah, long blade or a bullet, I won’t leave until the job done Long nose, Alfonso- no, Alonzo; I’m gettin’ surgical wit’ a Shotgun It don’t cost nothin’ to get to heaven Headshot, boy it ain’t no comin’ back from that After you get this, you get in for free like a Midnight Madness tat’ N***a you could die in your own city B*t*h, I give a f**k what your friends say Funeral service, open casket: that’s how you put a Shotgun on display What his life like? N***a f**k your slogan I don’t care about any struggle or any burden you get to carry Only time I care ‘bout what your life like is in an obituary I’m too legit, who is this? Losin’ it, provin’ it, Ruger clip One bustin’ through your sh*t A bullet’ll turn a Jersey backwards: a St. Lunatic Spin cycle: Maytag Shotgun: stain gla** Turn Jimmie Newsome into Jimmy Neutron: brain blast You big b*t*h, n***a you’re so far from a thug Sent Arsonal on a dummy mission wit’ Trick Trick where he said he ain’t knew who you was Then Nitty said you was out here gettin’ robbed by some Crip n***as and you said that wasn’t quite what it was See, now I can’t trust you, if it’s one thing I learned from ‘Pac, peep the setup Why would a n***a wit’ the silk be fightin’ wit’ Suge? I’m here for my respect, muf**ka, and that’s what you gon’ give me You ain’t deaf, muf**ka, I know that you hear me All I’m seein’ is envy, so I pull up wit’ semis Or the old Drac’ (Drake), you wanna go back in the wheelchair, Jimmie (Jimmy)? ‘Cause right now, n***a all I’m seein’ is red These travel at high speed like they duckin’ the feds And I ain’t never seen a n***a come back from the dead Nelly, Tim McGraw: it was all in his head We know Suge like to dunk on n***as I mean in his career, we done seen the sh*t a lot But now, I’m takin’ charge, and the only thing left to do is beat him to the spot Tell O Red, Arsonal, and Surf that we raise cans too I’ll put the whole Goon Squad on Jersey, like Space Jam 2 I coulda been the shooter and the driver, you know, one hand on the wheel while I’m bustin’ the 40 But if you seen my battles wit’ Drugz then you know about my DUI and some of the story See, I learned a lot in that situation, even though them cla**es were startin’ to bore me But now a n***a know, if I want to up the up the fif’, takin’ Shotgun is the best thing for me Only time tells I could do 25 to life if this crime fails If so, Ima just have to die on the inside like the Nine-Tails F**k Jersey, off rip, ain’t none of you n***as budgin’ me N***as talk so tough online, but act cool when they see me publicly F**k these fake a** friendships, if it’s up wit’ me, it’s stuck wit’ me And Caffeine only paid me enough for one round, {pocket check}, I need enough for three I tried to tell ‘em, that I don’t get along wit’ these n***as You put a vet vers’ a b*t*h, I don’t belong wit’ these n***as The churches gon’ have to sing a slow song for these n***as Got me askin’ my partners like What the f**k wrong wit’ these n***as? Let’s get one thing straight We on Caffeine, I beat the boy live I got the drop where the boy hide It’s war, we handin’ out guns like a toy drive I kidnap his daughter, and take his joy on a joyride He ain’t sweet but he talk like he a violent guy He prolly high I slap you in your chest, you’ll prolly cry Don’t ask me why ‘Cause you’ll prolly lie ‘Cause you’ll prolly lie I’ll have your- I- do- I’ll slap you in your chest, don’t ask me why ‘Cause I’ll prolly lie and tell your mother you somewhere you not like a alibi I’ll beat you to death wit’ both hands, I gotta try My, oh my Drag Ryda (rider) through the dirt like a Yamaha He traumatized, them llamas fly His b*t*h gon’ have a rough Ryd’ (ride) when Ryda die I’m tired of seein’ you talkin’ ‘bout you clappin’ the chrome I’m tired of seein’ you talkin’ ‘bout you back in the zone I’m tired of seein’ you talkin’ ‘bout you trap from your phone Listen, we tired of seein’ you Chief, like Jackson Mahomes Beasley called me, said, “Five figures what the homi’ pays” Excuse my brolic ways I’m strong like Johnny Cage I’m on his block wit’ a lotta trays I’ll turn you to a ghost, Ryda (Ghost Rider): Johnny Blaze Whatchu know about bussin’ a Kel-Tec ‘til you gotta [?] My dogs eatin’ like rawhide He get hog-tied They’ll have to clean your gums off the floor, Ryd’ (fluoride) I cancel n***as’ careers anually I got the power over Ryd’ (override) to shut him down manually After I battled Calicoe, they turned they back on me That was kind’ shady They thought I’d give up, but my mind crazy Don’t forget, I’m the legend nobody wanted like Tom Brady Where I’m from, a conversation could go from cool, calm to make- a cr- A conversation go from cool, calm, to makin’ it tragic A conversation go from- Where I’m from, a conversation can go from cool, calm, to makin’ it ha- {Chokes and tries to remember his lines} A conversation could go from cool, calm, to makin’ it physical I dare n***as to spin back, we makin’ it critical ‘Cause goofy n***as like you think tints make you invisible I got the drop on this dumb geek I heard he in the BM wit’ his BM sittin’ on front street Somebody said Ryd’- Somebody said, “Shotgun, Ryda (rider) in the front seat” F**k you, f**k ya friends, and whoever else standin’ on this stage I gather wit’ ya homies at your funeral and spill Henny on his grave In the streets, I move vigilant Gangbangin’, I was movin’ militant I always dealt wit’ whatever came, I couldn’t choose my incidents Growin’ up, you never felt guilty, you was proven innocent So don’t tell me you gon’ punch, slap, shoot anybody; you should never be serious Got his gangs mixed wit’ money and drugs, you should never be curious ‘Cause how the f**k you gon’ talk to me ‘bout some sh*t you ain’t never experience You’s a f**kin’ follower, I’m suprised you ain’t reppin’ Blood ‘Cause the closest thing you got to “sex, money, murder”, is Jakkboy, Twork, and Drugz I ain’t tryna glorify this sh*t But I’m tired of n***as who never did nothin’ tryna glorify this sh*t You like to name your guns? That sh*t don’t get real respect You ain’t never had to peel a TEC My OGs named me, was the only time namin’ a gun had a real effect Smith & Wesson, the 30 scary Desert storm, the 30 carry The 50-cal already came wit’ a name: Dirty Harry P9, mark for a Ruger, the steel bang See where I’m from, we call our guns by they real names It be n***as like you that try to bring me down And the only reason you own a strap, is ‘cause it’s legal in your town Big bands, they offerin’ that That’s the price for his head, I’m offin’ that Two Percs, I’m off of that Bullets from the Eagle gon’ hurt when they cross his back You think you can f**k wit’ me? You chewin’ edibles Beef? My whole family masked up like The Incredibles Guns is too accessible Beam look like a decimal He die outta nowhere, somethin’ stressin’ you Heat put you on a shirt, I’m tired of pressin’ you I’m too professional Lettin’ him live, that’s unethical That’s too regrettable I bury him in his mother’s garden, I’m growin’ vegetables You know he heard me Got no f**kin’ slogan Jersey!
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