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lirik lagu jey the nitewing vs. shotgun suge – urltv

[round 1: jey the nitewing]
“yo jey, you was kinda aggressive for that nome sh*t”
{bumps hard into shotgun suge}
n*gga, let’s get one thing straight, angryfan psa
i lost 25k
and i don’t wanna hear y’all n*ggas talkin’ about it
can’t even put a f*ckin’ shirt on before vloggin’ about it
know ya d*mn place
don’t ever question why i get called back
but since y’all said that my last sh*t was all wack
for him it’s rip, that’s the three letters, all caps!
i don’t what f*ckin’ king you thought you was f*ckin’ with, b*tch
but i’m the mad one
don’t f*ckin’ ask me what my life was like ridin’ a bike, cause i never had one
rookie class we said, “call ya vets”
the way we see it we are the vets
we wrote bars while prayin’ don marino cleared up on his covid test
y’all don’t know that stress
he caught covid for a culture that doesn’t show respect
lost all his strength, could only count on one hand…how many called to check
now something’s wrong wit’ that
see y’all don’t know the challenge we appointed
to give y’all three on the app every week, and can’t even get a round from unemployment
this sport used to be my medicine, now i’m practicin’ patience
i say f*ck it, like it or not i’ma get back to the basics
since when i rap i don’t say sh*t
how ’bout a bag full a name flips?
sh*t these n*ggas gon call 12 before you actually gauge it
oh but i got some arrangements, i hope ya trainin’ was meant for it
cause either he missed nome (misnomer) or his name wasn’t a good enough fit for it
i showed y’all i was fit for it
put me down for the next one
and after i put this vet down you can put me down as the next one
you big b*tch
i’ll have the pallbearers puttin’ you down like a stepson
i don’t like you, you’re not fire
and n*gga you built like a popped tire
go ahead and act like you got some screws loose in ya head cause i brought pliers
that bully sh*t, doesn’t work on n*gga who’s got priors
yo what his life like?
get his head cracked, he gon’
forget what his life like
leave him brain dead but the nerves still twitchin’ made him life like
could die tonight, over nothin’
see when i strike, it’s a 100 that’s pretty cold jey
huh
nice bike *cl!ckclack* run it!
you big b*tch, you not worthy
look around you, this not jersey
i’m from the west where even our feminine side is todd gurley (girly)
this guy just girly
you can tell just by lookin’ in his face
i ain’t need that big n*gga teaser to see it was sugar in the tank they can’t say you a great, they don’t see vets this horrible n*gga
let nite (night) get at them
you see ’em, movin’ like historical figures
this a gut check, wit’ a shotgun, for all of you n*ggas
cause if i’m really that far from you, i’ll hit more of you n*ggas
who the f*ck you think you talkin’ to?
your best bet? call an audible
that mean start wit some “hail marys” cause six feet deeps where i’m throwin’ you
i don’t care if you married or don’t believe in mother mary, it ain’t negotiable
wifey should already know, who shotgun is goin’ to
round 1, and so are you
madking
[round 1: shotgun suge]
beasley called me and said, “you got two weeks for this”, he tryin’ to test me
i said, “beasley, i’m a vet, i’m somethin’ heavy.”
he said, “but i seen your battle jer*”
man, i wanted to beat him with the phone like joe pesci
what we got?
we got shotgun vs. madking
i’ll leave his top half baked like he seen sampson
kidnap him
what i got paid for this? like 10k, that’s king ransom
you call yourself jey (jay)? you better change ya name
cause you ain’t from where them hammers rung and news cameras never came
this that sawed off, double pump sh*t
lil’ jon, crunk sh*t
duck duck quick
i’ll have wings layed flat with this drumstick
parallel clips i’ll hold a double over (nite)
two grips, i hold ’em tight
i hurt him twice
drive*by, he get served out the truck n*gga, that’s wings over rice
the vibe different
this live spittin’
this .9 kickin’
this n*gga wing’s p*ssy, that’s fried chicken
i catch him broad day, and stall him wit’ the chrome
he move? headshot, boil wings and have his skin fallin’ off his bones
i’m too violent
i’ll have wings pinned to his chest like a copilot
or i can take it back in the day where sh*t get tragic
glock .40, the grip a plastic
this gun attaches
these sh*t hot wing, and the drum a classic
i got on a mask, purple hoodie
l!ck a shot, i’m goin’ mad dawg in 2020
talkin’ ’bout he the king of the north west, until he get a crazy pop like north west
all that sh*t you rap is cap, you get ya jaw broke
i’ll tie a hawaiian to a surf board and drop him to the bottom of the water like raw coke
smack said, “you better thing pop or finesse him like you sling rock.”
chinese spot, he want wings chopped
random
aye smack, why you keep on forcin’ me?
why i’m not on summer madness
why every event i have better battles than them n*ggas you pay more than me?
barely five figures, i need more cause i bring more
you tryin’ to get more for cheap i ain’t no thrift store
i bring pocket checks, what ya life likes, i be dunkin’ on n*ggas, i’m electrifyin’
i got new energy, i be exercisin’
talkin’ ’bout 10k, i used to make that in the trap
i was cool wit’ cookin’ crack
i was cool wit’ losin’ 10k
cause i knew my whip game could bring it back
you know he heard me
i ain’t got no motherf*ckin’ slogan…jersey
[round 2: jey the nitewing]
{claps}
that was….pretty bad
i hate to break it to ya sugar tits, but they don’t make bikes for titties
i seen that little bike trail you be goin’ on, yeah that sh*t ends at a wendy’s
you can’t lie to me n*gga, i don’t see why you would tempt me
against me, whether jimmy or john (jimmy johns) y’all subpar wit’ delivery
another jersey n*gga, like the last one i can keep up wit the sick (six) speed
what’s happenin’? i leave ‘em six feet; arachnid
i got a rack b*tch, whatchu tryna match?
they like, “hold on jey. it’s eight legs that a spider.”
fact, try to relax
i’m sayin’ i’d put ‘em 6 feet despite da (spider) fact
who you tryna outrap n*gga?
you can’t rap, let that settle in
i’ve built a wall between us, and this ain’t about to be nome x again (no mexican)
so what was ya plan?
cause you can’t do the sh*t that i do
you think ya goliath size matters to any fist that i threw?
i’m samoan bro, do you understand what a n*gga might do?
you don’t see how this makes me david to a (tua) n*gga like you? and these y’all vets?
cause in all my years of conquest* nah i’m off that
madking or mad, titan i see (c), you just want wreck
one monstar, for jey? ain’t even gotta let the arm stretch
who want next? my whole class outside, this sh*t a bomb threat
you better calm that, why put thanos wit’ n*ggas you know can’t rap?
c’mon king, the glove didn’t even fitchu we want the old jey (oj) back
i hear you, and as of right now the madking is back
besides wit’ shotgun i gotta leg up, you can just read the snap whatchu bring for that?
you told charron that you need to rap
now you need to rap
see jimmy carry’s (carrey’s) himself like he’s the villain, but i can see through that
wait, lemme bring that back
jim carreym villain, oh sh*t that’s the riddler right?
well i gotta riddle tonight
wit’ one round how you k!ll the shooter, the driver, and the kid on the bike?
you not the villainous type, i can tell cause my type villainous who else could hoffa jimmy? n0body (no body), you still missin’ it
mind intricate, see once i lock in it’s like ritalin
jimmy hoffa’s middle names even riddle, so why question it?
i’m a mastermind, no master, i’ve mastered the mind
the forgotten art of bein’ a rapper, you’re just a dumb ass to remind
you not even a good actor, i can tell just from ya vibe
that you sweet p*ssy, and from the bike it sounds like it applies (a*plies)
that’s crazy, you’re like the minotaur
amazing that off ya height and ya size
they think you a monster but really you a likable (like a bull) guy
so why would you try?
gimme an opp’ and i’ma go danny wit’ the bars
i’m too cold, pluto, i don’t even planet (plan it) anymore
you don’t understand me
by the time you do it’s nagasaki when that lands
oppenheimer, plutonium, i’m f*ckin’ bombin’ on you fat man
god d*mn it
that might’ve been too much i brought for you
this is why i feel like you vets don’t pose any real obstacle
with jimmy and johnny sh*t was like ed edd & eddy tryna lock you two
this n*gga stay on some female sh*t, and the other i’m bored talkin’ to
don’t feel bad though double d cups, i’m sure you wouldn’t know you’d get ya jaw broken
a drop on the app’ll (apple) sound good in theory, cause it’s the law of motion
but now you’re dead, same as the others
just a name and a number…jersey
[round 2: shotgun suge]
i said…from this range i might not miss
pistol whip, he ain’t never seen nothin’ quite like this
his vision, gon’ be the moon and the stars his mama never seen nights (nite’s) like this
i let him slide
i showed him the gun, and he still was brave enough to fight
pistol whipped him again
there’s 30 days (daze) of night (nite)
head tap, got his head spinnin’ like the exorcist
gun in the car, that’s recklessness
let’s cut the horse sh*t
i’ll put wings on a colt like pegasus
i heard the predictions, they said this gon’ be a tough ass fight
please, this me and my ruger
we don’t sleep, we up at night (nite)
we lame and over priced
i did b.e.t., hot 97, did songs with legends and that sh*t just don’t happen overnight (nite)
it’s funny, how i’m the vet and you the rookie and it’s place as can see
think don’t be a menace my dumb ass son is older than me
what his life like?
while i was cutting coke trying to make raw stretch
this b*tch ass n*gga was hoola hooping in a straw dress
what his life like?
while i was meeting the plug, gettin’ fresh off the plane
this f*ggot ass n*gga was greeting tourist comin’ fresh off the plane
he is too exposed, he not protected
security is the last thing that you neglected
red bull, this ain’t the wing’s you expected
i’m from the bottom this where the show end
man i’ll k!ll him then wing man like i brought a friend for a friend
you know he heard me
i ain’t got no motherf*ckin’ slogan…jersey

[round 3: jey the nitewing]
fonz you did it baby! congratulations! 25k in a short month!
hahaha
but f*ck a press conference
i’ma press you until you unconscious
madking, but i don’t wanna sound mad i feel marvelous
he ain’t even know this was checkmate before he started this
now you got jumped in a gang as a grown man
you won’t win, you losin’ weight cause you don’t feel comfortable in ya own skin
you could bike your ass off, but you walkin’ outside wit’ that rag dawg…
false flaggin’ will just get you rag dolled
i got my own talent, you can’t call me a monstar
i heard you left a neighbor hood n*gga behind bars
yeah i might not have done that much
but you can bet ya last two tricks that i’ll never run that much
you post a picture every mornin just flexin’
yeah good job but this ain’t the first time we seen a shotgun sweatin’
in here i’m just a rookie but outside i’ma veteran
he not even a real grape, his og from connecticut
as a n*gga claimin a hood
you’d think he would, be ridin’ shotgun but that’s why they named you suge
cause if you did you would’ve died yourself
it’s like i’m aimin’ at shotgun wit’ a shotgun, you can’t dodge yaself
this is a true fact, geechi gotti doin’ that heart check is the only time that we seen dude clap
smack had to shelf you and then ars’ helped you
ya whole city fell through and watched surf belt you
already knowin’ you don’t rank wit’ jey
but sh*t i wouldn’t be a king if they ain’t bring me grapes
put out a lame mixtape, the cover explains his traits
a what his life like charm on a chain that’s fake
see these n*ggas’ll really change up for clout
they ain’t heard ya first mixtape so why’s a second tape comin’ out?
you been ass since preschool, black lives been tryna reach you
after they seen how mike policed (pulice’d) you
whatchu call that a mic (mike) check?
how the f*ck you gonna ask what my life is like b*tch?
you ain’t got a life yet
you got to stop lyin’, we all know that he’s fake
his bars more forgettable than his music release dates
sweet as a love song
the b*tches callin’ you “fat papi”, are from the side of town surf sells drugs on
n*gga just sit ya fat ass on the bleachers
cause outta everyone in jersey you clearly the weakest
surf was outside when them n*ggas was clappin’
you lookin’ around like that sh*t didn’t happen
them n*ggas in detroit already exposed you
you p*ssy i gotta k!ll ‘em 9 times to show proof
clown ass n*gga use a animal now
it’s no secret sh*t like animal style
somebody hand ‘em a towel, apply pressure, and stop believin’ the hype
if she really wanted a big n*gga he wouldn’t be on that bike
and i’m still passin’ you
shot yaself in the foot, now you a stallion too
what that also means that you tory (statutory), this sound like battle truth
i’m battle proof, i will strangle this b*tch and let him battle proof
what an entanglement!
for no reason he referenced jadakiss when he battled tsu
i made y’all wait for this
until august i augmented the play a bit, just to battle you
this whole operation is, an operation to save him
but with how red the table is, it’s lookin bad for you
i see ya will breakin’, cause i got whatchu still chasin’
a shotgun does nothin’, you can empty every sh*ll casing
it’s no hope for you, i’ll take the front wheel from that bike and break it over you
start chokin’ you
between the spokes for speakin’ on me, guess he spoke too soon
it’s over for you, tell the other vets they time got a limit
my mind is my gimmick
and next time they check yo’ pockets let that remind you i didn’t
which reminds me i didn’t
and i looked you in your eyes when i did it
madking you f*ckin’ p*ssy

[round 3: shotgun suge]
let’s get one…thing…straight
we ain’t from the same streets
ya name weak
you don’t even bang heat
last n*gga that tried to play shotgun, we had to cast him like dave east
you thought you was safe cause ya biz is [?] but ya kids is in it
pound, knockin’ on the glass like a prison visit
i’m from newark, every block i pull up on the pole out
we roll out
smack got me the new j’s (jeys), i gotta break ’em in or take the soul out
cause i really do this, headshot, got him sittin’ like a buddhist
funny n*gga tellin’ jokes on stage, he think he foolish
you’se a f*ckin’ weirdo, doin’ some bizarre sh*t
i’m doin’ some hard sh*t
gun bar, you on a bar list
man this can’ll open his top first like starkist
that’s protein
gun on him, got him sweatin’ like a dope fiend
every day on twitter, you be talkin’ like you type bold
pressure cookin’, ya type fold
ya type old
man, somebody tell him it get dark behind them tweets, i’m in night (nite) mode
i been clappin’, i been real
two .40’s get his scalp peeled
you gon’ see wing’s in the air like it’s angels in the outfield
i’m a devil kid, i level sh*t
you just a lil’ n*gga, my level big
every time i choke it’s bigger than anything you ever did
i’ll call the brotherhood, the alliance on him
it’s funny i’m doin’ you dirty, they cryin’ for him
smack paid me to k!ll him, now his mother tryin’ to riot for him
i’m a bully i play and punch
i can take ya sh*t or actually have him for lunch
motherf*cker
know he heard me…jersey

- urltv

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