ShotGun Suge | Funk Flex | #Freestyle039

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[Verse] Try to Mike Brown me man I dare one I'ma make sure this chopper get the fair one SMGs, let it pop, I'ma air some I ain't got shit to lose, I'm in square one We don't smoke in the whip, there's a stick in there Got a broom in the trunk, this ain't kitchenware Spare tire too, it's a brick in there Mag shells in the cock, how they fit in there Coming up, I ain't sleep nice I lost some day ones to the street life I made sure my little sister eat right Only workin' on the corner past the street life Thirteen and I got what they askin' for Mom's coming, used to hide in the poppy store I used to play ball, it was game changing Couldn't think about the lead 'cause it gangbanging From the south side of Newark, man we been raw We used to treat White Castle like Crenshaw Got the winner time, shootouts, they forget about 'em It ain't about what you shoot, it's what you get up out 'em Pull your strap 'cause you mad, it's expected, too I want to know what we did and who we connected to 'Cause we ain't playin' checkers, this a chess game Thinking money that'll bring my mama less pain Overtime in the trap, ain't no shift change I'm thinking 'bout foreigns when I switch lanes Some people I came up with is true fiends One reason I ride around with two beams All these bitches, all these niggas with the mood swings Can't even trust your friends, this a Juice scene I'm from the south side of Newark another body found I'm from a place where niggas brag about the body count I'm proud to be a Brick City resident I bought a chopper in case Trump became president I'm just saying I'll be cool, don't come for me Got something under the bed, make a run for me Hundred K in my hood, I'm the breadman Ask about me, I'm the biggest since Redman We used to pop Xans for the thrill I made my name on the block like Shaquille Real talk, I bought a Benz off battle rap If it'll free my brother Crack, I give it back A snitch for a witness, try and battle that They gave my man twenty years for a tattle tat Throw water on a undie he ain't mic right Try and pass for a custie, call 'em white mike He'll be lucky I don't shoot him out his like Nikes And step to him and ask him what his life like To get a good mean we had to trap for it Turned the back block up, we had to clap for it, had to scrap for it When they wanted war, we had to stretch for it Back in the trizzap, still smell the blow on my clothes All night, me and my stove I said it's all money in, no time for them hoes Buy a bag, get a bag, I stand on your toes Baking soda shit and pills you for it You whip ten, your shit coming up short Talking cocaine, I had your parents ignore Back then when I failed my drug test for the poor Like nigga played ball, it wasn't working on the court A nigga too tall, I ain't taking no shorts I got a dollar and a dream, man, it's all that I got I took my whole life savings, put it all in the pock Then I gained six months to the block Then I -- hey, yo Man, I'm all about this paper and I'm out for it Best is you, I was born in the South Ward I ain't lyin' when I say this from my hood nigga Too real I'm a hood nigga I'll be moving on the low, movin' hella yay You deal with feelings and emotions when it's hella gay I woke up, how many bricks I'ma buy today I took the birds to the block, let 'em fly away Hey yo I got more, hey -- Man all these battle rappers trying to bury me Hey Swizz, tell Cassidy you scared of me Jersey nigga