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[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STLvu2uA2ZI"]Smack/ URL Presents Midwest Miles vs Shotgun Suge - YouTube[/ame]
They said Miles wanna battle on URL, loser can't rap no more
No words, mack 90 all on his chin
Got my Jeffrey boys in Detroit, droppin bombs all on his kin
Now
You ain't going back to Detroit or Highland Park or no fucking where
If the 400 block don't win
And that's OG style
With that being said don't forget you playin' for me Miles
Smack called me said I got em for the right price nigga
Ski mask up I live the night life nigga
You a Kevin Hart in jail, you don't fight right nigga
One bed, one pillowcase, two jabs to his chin...
IT'S TIME TO GO NIGHT NIGHT NIGGA
I come through you gon get pushed like it's too crowded
If I lost to everybody on URL, I must be all alone
But I'm coming back for all you mutherfuckers... JIMMY BONES
X-Factor your oldest sister, that's dumb wild
This mutherfucker must be smoking...
Where I'm from... real g's don't deal with feelings and emotions
Talkin' bout you got a mack 90 in the house
SHUT THE FUCK UP before I put a mack 90 in your mouth
It's loaded, that mack 90 under the couch
It go *tch tch* that mack 90 make a toupe... OUT YA SCALP
You the type to get slapped around you frilly bitch
Not me, I round em up, send em quick
20 niggas, 20 clips
20 witchu, 20 hit
I'll leave you alive cuz you think you sick
And beat your ass up and down 8 Mile... JIMMY SMITH
Talkin bout he picked me name out a hat, I don't believe that
When I took a shot at Calicoe... and he ain't squeeze back
I pull a gun,
This nigga run.. this nigga scream
Headshots for everybody,
I don't got sympathy for you or your homies nigga!
Miles you dead... REST IN HELL
You not that one nigga that run your city
And I don't get that shit
You that scary nigga that run when that click clack lit
You a groupie and every nigga you chit chat with
It's no goons in your squad so please be off Trick Trick's dick
And the funny thing about it, half y'all don't know that nigga
But treat him like you owe that nigga
If he was here, and whipped out his dick, 9 times outta 10 you'd probably blow that nigga
Bout a week ago my trap got raided
I'm mad, cause the cops came through and sprayed it
I'm battling Miles,
He remind me of one of 'em broke ass Detroit niggas that never made it
If you could you'd be a girl nigga
You'd be flippin' dolphins at Seaworld nigga
You gay in jail, you a big girl nigga
You, X, Miles, Cal, you ain't from the 313, you them Seaworld niggas
I dare him to approach me,
When I hit him with that weapon
It won't be a weddin'
When he in front of that reverend.. stiff with cold feet
I'm Styles P, you Will Smith, so the limelight different
Remember, we urban, y'all suburban
SO THE CRIME RATE DIFFERENT
all while wearing a Detroit hat
Suge >>>
They said Miles wanna battle on URL, loser can't rap no more
No words, mack 90 all on his chin
Got my Jeffrey boys in Detroit, droppin bombs all on his kin
Now
You ain't going back to Detroit or Highland Park or no fucking where
If the 400 block don't win
And that's OG style
With that being said don't forget you playin' for me Miles
Smack called me said I got em for the right price nigga
Ski mask up I live the night life nigga
You a Kevin Hart in jail, you don't fight right nigga
One bed, one pillowcase, two jabs to his chin...
IT'S TIME TO GO NIGHT NIGHT NIGGA
I come through you gon get pushed like it's too crowded
If I lost to everybody on URL, I must be all alone
But I'm coming back for all you mutherfuckers... JIMMY BONES
X-Factor your oldest sister, that's dumb wild
This mutherfucker must be smoking...
Where I'm from... real g's don't deal with feelings and emotions
Talkin' bout you got a mack 90 in the house
SHUT THE FUCK UP before I put a mack 90 in your mouth
It's loaded, that mack 90 under the couch
It go *tch tch* that mack 90 make a toupe... OUT YA SCALP
You the type to get slapped around you frilly bitch
Not me, I round em up, send em quick
20 niggas, 20 clips
20 witchu, 20 hit
I'll leave you alive cuz you think you sick
And beat your ass up and down 8 Mile... JIMMY SMITH
Talkin bout he picked me name out a hat, I don't believe that
When I took a shot at Calicoe... and he ain't squeeze back
I pull a gun,
This nigga run.. this nigga scream
Headshots for everybody,
I don't got sympathy for you or your homies nigga!
Miles you dead... REST IN HELL
You not that one nigga that run your city
And I don't get that shit
You that scary nigga that run when that click clack lit
You a groupie and every nigga you chit chat with
It's no goons in your squad so please be off Trick Trick's dick
And the funny thing about it, half y'all don't know that nigga
But treat him like you owe that nigga
If he was here, and whipped out his dick, 9 times outta 10 you'd probably blow that nigga
Bout a week ago my trap got raided
I'm mad, cause the cops came through and sprayed it
I'm battling Miles,
He remind me of one of 'em broke ass Detroit niggas that never made it
If you could you'd be a girl nigga
You'd be flippin' dolphins at Seaworld nigga
You gay in jail, you a big girl nigga
You, X, Miles, Cal, you ain't from the 313, you them Seaworld niggas
I dare him to approach me,
When I hit him with that weapon
It won't be a weddin'
When he in front of that reverend.. stiff with cold feet
I'm Styles P, you Will Smith, so the limelight different
Remember, we urban, y'all suburban
SO THE CRIME RATE DIFFERENT
all while wearing a Detroit hat
Suge >>>
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