Shut up
Suga Free & Mausberg Lyrics


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Yo it's a lotta niggas bangin' the realest that ain't worth it
You bein' fake
You're fuckin' 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 want to 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 fuckin' with Quik, that's certified platinum when I drop
And I'm callin' out competitors, lettin' you know
If you fuck with the Berg I gun ya down fo sho

CHORUS (x2)
Shut up, nigga
You're fuckin' with my name 'stead of my game
Fuckin' 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
Fuck this rap hunch niggas, I'm gainin' em
It's the Y2K, but the glitch is in this bitch niggas
Don't want to ride with they own kinda niggas
Me and Quik bout to take it to the limit
Erasin' all coward ass 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 fuck a bitch
Stay away from unknown drugs
But unlike y'all, bitch made, don't know where you from
Lyin' on your records about niggas you done
Fuck 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 ass to the circus with your family and friends
'cause 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

Overall Meaning

In "Shut Up", Suga Free and Mausberg call out fake gangsters who don't live up to their tough talk. They boast about their true gangster status with Mausberg calling himself the "king of the block" and boasting that his "crown ain't up for grabs". They also mention their collaborations with fellow rapper Quik and their upcoming album. Suga Free's verses focus on calling out those who criticize him and his style, while Mausberg's verses focus on his own toughness and superiority as a gangster.


The chorus repeats multiple times with a clear message to those who talk too much and don't back it up with action: "Shut up, nigga / You're fuckin' with my name 'stead of my game / Fuckin' with my fame / Shut up nigga / And mind your own / Before you can't find your own".


This song was released in 2000 as a part of Suga Free and Mausberg's collaborative album "The Konnectid Project". It was produced by DJ Quik and features him on the intro. The song was considered a standout track on the album and received critical acclaim for its straightforward message and catchy beat.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo it's a lotta niggas bangin' the realest that ain't worth it
Many people claim to be real, but they are actually fake and not worth it.


You bein' fake
You are not authentic.


You're fuckin' with Mausberg the Great
You are messing with someone who is considered the best.


The king of the block
Mausberg is the most respected person in the area.


Lickin' hot shots to keep the pesticides off my jock
I am taking risks to protect what I have.


Well if it's on then it's on
If there is going to be a problem, then let's deal with it.


I'm bustin' with the black and the chrome
I am armed and ready to fight.


Black tech gangsta, platinum crowns on my dome
I am a gangster with advanced weaponry and expensive jewelry.


You want to rumble, chuck em around with the superb
If you want to fight, I am skilled and confident in my abilities.


Come up show, chain tokin' all your herb
You are at a disadvantage because you are too high and distracted.


I'm'a (?) this nigga with (?) in the game
I am going to take down someone who is trying to compete with me.


And this bullet goes out to niggas bitin' my name
This message is for those who are imitating me and trying to take my place.


Thought it was subliminal, but real doggs recognize them thangs
I thought my message was subtle, but true OGs understand it.


That's why your chronic bout to change the game
My impact will revolutionize the industry.


Certified bet, before my album even pop
I am already respected and trusted before my music is even released.


And fuckin' with Quik, that's certified platinum when I drop
Collaborating with Quik guarantees success.


And I'm callin' out competitors, lettin' you know
I am challenging my rivals and declaring my superiority.


If you fuck with the Berg I gun ya down fo sho
If you interfere with me, I will take you out.


Shut up, nigga
Stop talking.


You're fuckin' with my name 'stead of my game
You are more concerned with defaming me than judging my skills.


Fuckin' with my fame
You are trying to diminish my reputation.


And mind your own
Focus on yourself and don't worry about me.


Before you can't find your own
Otherwise, you will lose what you have.


Ey yo I keep a full metal jacket
I am always prepared with advanced weapon technology.


The opposite of a bad habit
I have good habits that keep me disciplined and focused.


Medicatin' niggas who start static
I deal with troublemakers effectively.


It's on now, jet line suits and war boots
The conflict has begun, and I am outfitted accordingly.


Marine green canteen (?) and lime juice
I have supplies to sustain myself during battle.


Mausberg the superior
I am the best.


You never heard of a more (?) nigga comin' out the urban area
I am the most skilled person to come from my neighborhood.


Fake, fraud, and fictitious
I do not tolerate dishonesty or deception.


Like som parsley in a Ziploc bag
You are insignificant and disposable.


I got the crown fool, it ain't for grabs
I am the one in charge, and I will not relinquish my power.


I run through the biggest packs of niggas
I am not afraid of facing large groups of enemies.


With my fists cocked back, and ready for combat
I am always prepared to fight with my fists.


And hit ya, with six blows to ya cranium
I will take you out with a series of devastating punches to the head.


I'm the dime nigga
I am the best of the best.


Fuck this rap hunch niggas, I'm gainin' em
I am surpassing mediocre rappers and becoming a true star.


It's the Y2K, but the glitch is in this bitch niggas
The new millennium has arrived, but the problem is with these fake rappers.


Don't want to ride with they own kinda niggas
They do not want to associate with those like them.


Me and Quik bout to take it to the limit
Quik and I are about to achieve great things together.


Erasin' all coward ass punks and gimmicks
We will eliminate fake rappers and their gimmicks.


We the realest for real
We are truly authentic and deserve respect.


I'm still sportin' gray jeans with the black and white Polo's
I am still wearing my old, preferred clothes despite success.


With the chucks cut lo do's
I have customized my shoes for style and comfort.


Niggas thought that I was goin' Hollywood
People assumed I changed and became arrogant after achieving success.


After rhythmalism
After the success of my album Rhythmalism.


But all that taught me was to keep it realism
Success reminded me to stay true to myself and my origins.


Give a pound to my real thugs
I salute my true gangster friends.


Use a jimmy when I fuck a bitch
I am careful when having sexual intercourse to avoid STDs and unplanned pregnancies.


Stay away from unknown drugs
I do not experiment with unfamiliar substances.


But unlike y'all, bitch made, don't know where you from
I am not like fake rappers who do not know who they are.


Lyin' on your records about niggas you done
You are lying about your accomplishments and who you know.


Fuck what happened to Cavaricci jeans and backpacks
I miss the old fashion trends.


Where you get them khakis and that dog patch
I am suspicious about where you got your trendy clothes.


You ain't no gangsta
You are not a true gangster.


You only get in to fit in
You are trying to be something you are not to feel accepted.


Take yo ass to the circus with your family and friends
You should go to a place where you belong instead of trying to fit in with gangsters.


'cause i'm too rough, too (?), too rugged for y'all kind
I am too tough and authentic for you to keep up.


And I gotta keep them cowards from crossin' the red line
I have to prevent those who are not real from trying to associate with real gangsters.


Pointe blank, niggas'll do whatcha do
People will copy what you do without understanding what it means.


But keep in mind when you come across the Berg you're through
You should be careful when messing with Mausberg, or you will face the consequences.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Written by: Will Adams, Jaime Gomez, George Jr Pajon

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