Shut Up lyrics

Artist  : Mausberg 
Song : Shut Up



 Send "Shut Up" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Yo it's a lotta niggas bangin' the realest that
ain't worth it
You bein' fake
You're f**kin' with Mausberg the Great
The king of the block
Lickin' hot shots to keep the pesticides off my
jock
Well if it's on then it's on
I'm bustin' with the black and the chrome
Black tech gangsta, platinum crowns on my dome
You wanna rumble, chuck em around with the superb
Come up show, chain tokin' all your herb
I'm'a (?) this nigga with (?) in the game
And this bullet goes out to niggas bitin' my name
Thought it was subliminal, but real doggs
recognize them thangs
That's why your chronic bout to change the game
Certified bet, before my album even pop
And f**kin' with Quik, that's certified platinum
when I drop
And I'm callin' out competitors, lettin' you know
If you f**k with the Berg I gun ya down fo sho

CHORUS (x2)

Shut up, nigga
You're f**kin' with my name 'stead of my game
f**kin' with my fame
Shut up nigga
And mind your own
Before you can't find your own

Ey yo I keep a full metal jacket
The opposite of a bad habit
Medicatin' niggas who start static
It's on now, jet line suits and war boots
Marine green canteen (?) and lime juice
Mausberg the superior
You never heard of a more (?) nigga comin' out
the urban area
Fake, fraud, and fictitious
Like som parsley in a Ziploc bag
 
I got the crown fool, it ain't for grabs
I run through the biggest packs of niggas
With my fists cocked back, and ready for combat
And hit ya, with six blows to ya cranium
I'm the dime nigga
f**k this rap hunch niggas, I'm gainin' em
It's the Y2K, but the glitch is in this bit*h
niggas
Don't want to ride with they own kinda niggas
Me and Quik bout to take it to the limit
Erasin' all coward as* punks and gimmicks
We the realest for real

Chorus 2x

I'm still sportin' gray jeans with the black and
white Polo's
With the chucks cut lo do's
Niggas thought that I was goin' Hollywood
After rhythmalism
But all that taught me was to keep it realism
Give a pound to my real thugs
Use a jimmy when I f**k a bit*h
Stay away from unknown drugs
But unlike y'all, bit*h made, don't know where
you from
Lyin' on your records about niggas you done
f**k what happened to Cavaricci jeans and
backpacks
Where you get them khakis and that dog patch
You ain't no gangsta
You only get in to fit in
Take yo as* to the circus with your family and
friends
Cuz i'm too rough, too (?), too rugged for y'all
kind
And I gotta keep them cowards from crossin' the
red line
Pointe blank, niggas'll do whatcha do
But keep in mind when you come across the Berg
you're through

Chorus 3x