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Tsu Surf vs. Shotgun Suge
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Let's get one thing straight Everything about them strap charges is fake At least that one in the D Calicoe paid the cops, Smack told the story but y'all ain't hear that comin' from me Am I my brother's keeper? Yes I am Repeat after me, am I my brother's keeper? (Yes I am!) One headshot will change his features I can run up on Surf and put money on his brim I got some sh*t that'll knock son out his Timbs He at his car with his b*t*h, thinking she his friend Sixth Man Antwon thought he was the sh*t, now my brother dead hangin' on the rim I really put in work, Surf know I know Pac-Man, who the f**k is Surf bro? Hеy Pac's, ask ya little man, what kind of real n***a Surf though? Full fledgеd, a soldier ranger Shooter stance when I hold the gauge and What y'all don't know, is Tsu Surf got his name from roller blading So you tellin' me, you roller blade Moonwalk on skates, and clap heat? Nah, that's why I'm the shooter and the driver Cause Surf is always scared to get out the backseat Talkin' 'bout, "Chill, chill. You straight wild." F**k you mean chill? I'm on the Bricks now He in the back, grinnin', straight smile Boyz N The Hood we had to let him out the whip like Trey Styles Ayo, this friendship we got turn rotten This .40 got a drum, them beats knockin' If Rah Rah come up [?] with the rah rah he ain't gon' make it past Cotton I dare you, I off his top Bullet holes in his whip, he was forced to stop I get jiggy with the Sig'y, I ain't shot with the glizzy, I got an awesome shot Aye cuz, you better admire a great When I fire the .8 Aim on when I fire it straight Think Fresh how I left dawg (dog) hangin' from a fire escape Aye Ars, I thank you, my career 'bout to take off Cause Surf will get smoked and I don't need the bag, he a break off I'm Crip, he Crip but who go hardest? In the state of New Jersey, I never seen a n***a beat two gun charges He take a lot of shots, miss most, he Stacey Patton Word on the streets this n***a is rattin' Word on the streets this n***a's chattin' "Oh nah not Surf he bout that action." But then I remember, he always stingy with the cheese this n***a rattin' I remember before SMACK, Surf couldn't afford them clothes Y'all know how the story goes I'll send cuz up a Glory Road Let me catch him reachin, he gon' die in the Jordan pose He think he f**kin' with me? He must be sniffin' that sh*t that keep his nose fed Surf funny and his nose red Call the strap "Beldar" Hollow tips "Coneheads" After this dome shot, it's gon' be head trauma, more than scratches Before the cut: Tsu Surf After the cut: Patches I told Swag, "This a mismatch" His homies gon' be over his casket like, "You know you in some sh*t Patch" If I got to ride or somethin', mask or disguise or somethin' Timbos, cargos, .9 from Saddam or somethin' Black boy in America, that boy gon' die for nothin' Jersey Hey Arsonal, that was cute Find a date and I'ma tie that b*t*h daughter in the same page they tie the Grapes Even if you did have a grip, I got a better beam The homies know I been to Ellis Island You the only homie I never seen Norbes hit my phone like, "I need somebody to battle Hollyhood" They wasn't even aimin' for him Figure you're gonna put somebody on, who better to make famous than friends? Moral of the story, n***a gon' change in the end This the biggest battle of your career, here I go doin' favors again That sh*t you rap about, ya homies do We was purging Yeah you Baby Loc but you was adopted by burgeon And he big so I think BIG in the suburban More scared of that D than a motherf**kin' virgin Where I'm from- Pause Where I'm from, you ain't good with them n***as if ya man not I went, big dog wouldn't leave the backyard like The Sandlot Look how many people here for us For my city, I'll bleed, you left us We was supposed to have more TECs (tech) in Detroit in Rasheed How was I out there for you, but you wasn't out there for me? Pause You too big to get raped so why the nightmares about the D? I really put in work with ya homies You wasn't mobbin' duke, stop it In the car ridin' with the Grapes like mommy went food shoppin' All this back and forth rah rah, got me mad as sh*t I should black his sh*t Extendo, 'matic clip Knock patches out his head, he'll be mad as sh*t You know this my hood, right? And wave the stick over his head like a magic trick Neighborhood what's up? Whole Neighborhood wit' me All ready to f**kin' go Don't ask me what my life like, n***a you already f**kin' know Savage sh*t, package flips Project, pack of Crips Half a Grape, half a b*t*h On the knee with the .7; Colin Kaepernick What I got for the first Summer Madness? Five? You ain't see a big stage until Summer Madness 5 Them monkeys jump off, Jumanji, Geronimo, you know how it go .38 snub, snotty nose Bullets choppin' bricks, no karate clothes Newark poppies get it done [?] Suge'll (sugar) be in the bag like Domino Phone call, "Give me loc", "get it done" "adieus" Dead on sight, nothin' they could diagnosis Pull up with a truck full of ladders and a fire hose You gon' yell You gon' lie and you gon' tell us how you been through sh*t I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Suge miss us with the simple sh*t Your bars My bars There's nothing you can do with mine I let it ring at your Earth when it Fire, she'll get capped then plant it (Captain Planet) like a suicide I'm really sick like that Check the game tapes You ain't never said sh*t like that They say, "Careful what you talk about. Careful what you tell." This battle could be a success or possibly fail Point two pumps at him, make Jimmy chew (Choo) some sh*t If he die after this battle, it's cause Jimmy knew some (Newsome) sh*t What a flip, and his name Jimmy Newsome sh*t They said, "Shotgun too big." So, saw the pump Sh*t from overseas they never saw the pump Boy I'll break down a Shotgun faster than Forest Gump I was there for them phone calls, some of 'em madness "What I'm doin' wrong Surf?" Lyin' on Summer Madness Every one of them phone calls, his b*t*h found his text and she tripped on him My b*t*h a goon, my b*t*h found the TECs with the grips on 'em Everything I get, I try to order in two You went and got the water for me, Jay went and got the water for you I'm thinkin', "All black masks when we ride on Shotgun." I slide on Shotgun, put the slide on a shotgun And let a couple ring N***as say I do, pellets poppin' out the shotgun and poppin' out of Shotgun like deja vu Squading on him in the whip On his hip had the largest heater He burned down, I pull off Couldn't even draw the heater Vehicular homicide Suge'll (sugar) be on the rim like margaritas Jersey Ayo I watch his interviews, he tried to call me his son F**k I look like? Tay Roc? QuaMania? Me and Qua had better days Traitor, Qua gon' do more than Surf tryin' to catch a wave I'm lookin' at his Neighbors like "who next?" Brother [?] in his duplex Catch Tsu, than hit Tsu with a suplex If he survive he need a new neck He a b*t*h, the devil in a blue dress He got waves now, I turn that sh*t to a toupee He wanna trap, I make Tsu pay Cook his top, turn his egghead to a soufflé He call his son, never did sh*t, not even a good chat How the f**k am I your son and you follow my footsteps Styles P, I did it first AR Ave, I did it first Just hooked up with Beans I bet in two weeks he try to get a verse So you know it's gonna hurt his heart losin' to me Cause I'm Jordan, he Kobe, he get all his power moves from me So you hustle now? Just remember, who showed you how to move it If you say otherwise you talkin' stupid Anything you did, I did first If you think you did it better, just know big bro showed you how to do it Y'all know Surf for poppin' the hammer That's crazy, like puttin' a half ounce in a Fanta That lockpick his door sh*t? For the camera He was nowhere to be found for me and Trick Trick convo in Atlanta That sh*t had me hot, I see more red You disloyal soldier, should make him swallow a Warhead Let's talk Detroit, how you did nothin' that men do Let's talk how you got caught with the lead and end up in the pen' Tsu (pencil) "Caught with the lead and end up in the pen' Tsu (pencil)" But f**k that, let's get more current with this Let's talk like you really a b*t*h How you let Calicoe put you in yo' place How you let Calicoe scream in yo' face That n***a Calicoe has some heart for him You know he pu**y, he was quiet That n***a Pac had to talk for him When I battle Calicoe, all you heard was gun bars, lots of rage He was standing across the stage Y'all think he tough cause n***as with heart rep him I let n***as with heart check him Boy- I should I think I should heart check him He ain't never did sh*t, who he murderin'? How the f**k you makin' mixtapes about Newark and your hood in Irvington And to say you from the south ward, the shame of you He can't name one block in the south ward that's claimin' you Let's play Put It On The Set Put it on the set you from a Newark block, a block you flippin' pies on And you bet not tell me Osborn Jadakiss voice Since a youngin I can't figure this clown out Like where's he from? Irvington, East/West/Central or down south? I can let a Neighborhood gun hit him Cause Big U already told me you payin' to with him I let one of my goons poke him And one of my throwaways, cause I ain't wanna see no cop smoke him Somebody tell Surf we ridin' We 'bout to auction off the shirt he die in The n***a Loaded Lux don't respect you, get in ya place You talkin' 'bout Murda Mook, Murda Mook will probably spit in ya face Yeah you sold more records than me But in the streets you always gon' be second to me We was damn near feelin' you Even though your whole career based off Charlie Clips killin' you That sh*t you do not even rappin' to me This the best sh*t that ever happened to me Best w***sta, internet gangsta, magazine mobster Sh*t on his whole roster Type b*st*rd to sh*t on his own father Ain't a problem child, just a child with a problem I had to talk to him real quick {An scuffle breaks out between Surf and Suge's crews} What my life like? Jack mac, soups, down state boots Savin' all my fruit cause we tryin' to make hooch What my life like? E'rybody else's in here, same sh*t Shackled n***as, that court van felt like a slave ship What my life like? Goin' outta state catchin' charges in a faggot name Tryin' to play the D with the steel, I got caught in the pa**in' lane Don't ask me what my life like, that sh*t make me mad You ain't never been to Week Way, westside, central or Shabazz Don't ask me what my life like, that sh*t really bother me You wasn't at Newark Tech Science, you never seen technology I'm from Newark, with this TEC I'm a scientist, TEC-nology Don't ask me what my life like, sh*t you can't believe I did county bids with ya homies, state bids with ya G Don't ask me what my life like, Newark really home n***a I had bananas since a kid, you turned Grape when you was grown, n***a Fact- false Facts, you heard it! False n***a Facts! You a sucka I went to school with a lot of ya homies, I know they will ride But you Jimmy Newsome, born and raised in Hillside I should spin kick him with the ill side Right in his mouth Aye, who let this bird migrate to the south? Unload the stock 'til it drop then replace the sh*t The beam need new batteries It's off and on, that's a rocky relationship You just started trappin' What? You made about a band in the bando? Sticks, drums, heavy metal We really had a band in the bando {Surf cuts his round short} Jersey Ayo, it's one thing for you to talk about Detroit, and you cry about it It's another thing for you to talk about Detroit and you lie about it N***a that's just the fraud in you You knew I booked my flight, you was there, I did a blog witchu These rap n***as crazy First it was Hitman then you, you was on the phone cuz You heard him say, "Suge. Don't come. We ain't gon' let you in the venue." Call his Desert Birdman, put some respect on my name here How the f**k he catch a strap charge in Detroit when he took a plane there? So miss me with the gunplay Got booked on arrival He said he popped bail on a Sunday So you went, I didn't, you caught a case, you proud Surf? But f**k that, you in front of me, they gon' have to catch your body from the crowd Surf I got that Four Brothers that Bobby Mercer That sh*t'll put him through a wall, he a Silver Surfer Let me catch him on the wave he goin' missin' We on Surf turf with the pole we goin' fishin' These n***as runnin' from the truth like it ain't true no more And everybody wanna know why we ain't cool no more Cause he be kickin' my back into SMACK, he got true nerve He like I gon' kill him and his b*t*h, shots at his whip make Tsu swerve Headshots, superb After the storm, they gon' have to doctor Tsu's bird I hit Rajon with 9 he Rondo Me and mines hatched deep in the Tahoe All kick like Tae Bo Chase him around Newark he hide better than Pablo Deer head I hang him up This .40 my lil' man how I raise him up Sh*t equipped, lasered up He get a round in his back like a Wrangler truck He said he the new Mook The new Mook? This n***a smokin' moon rocks I should smack him, knock him out They gon' have to carry his body like a boombox The killer got a dumb check .40, heavy hitter, call it Funk Flex In the field with it, Nick Cannon with the drum set What his life like? While I was at the pot tryin' to scrape it clean He was roll bouncin' doin' skate routines What his life like? While he had hoop dreams, shootin' threes down in Cherokee I was whooridin', right hand on the wheel Left arm hangin' hangin' out the Cherokee What his life like? While he was sittin' in 2C3, that's PC I was in the trap sendin' commissary to the homies up in 3D3 What his life like? He think he cool Braggin' 'bout them gun charges like it's a f**kin' sport All them [?] stories, you ain't doin' nothin', just braggin' 'bout gettin' caught Y'all say one thing, you don't know how to move, you sloppy, can't wet a squad This monkey see, monkey do n***a stupid with the gun like Cheddar Bob We been had guns, chopper sh*t, room rockets, Tsu rock I was raised in it Moms always kept a deuce under the bed in the shoe box They say his pen real Trigger finger this pin real These FMGs in my strap make Surf do a windmill {Someone from Surf's side of the crowd says something and Suge ends his round. After some back and forth, Suge decides to jump back into his round} Random Everybody hold ya middle fingers up F**k Raw Bunch as a staff, record label and as a motherf**kin' crew And if you wanna be down with Tsu Surf and the Raw Bunch then f**k you too Aye Tay Roc, f**k you too! Hitman Holla, f**k you too! All you mothaf**kas, f**k you too! Die slow mothaf**ka, my fo-fo make sure Hitman kids don't grow Jersey "Free my brother Surf on that strap charge" But never sends sh*t This how Magic Johnson feel knowin' his son a big b*t*h Bang sets, [?] act then a semi clap Lay stretched, hit his Apple with a mini Mac Act kind dum (condom) I lay TECs (latex) Send him back, safe sex A new Magnum from Jimmy hat Hit the mark from 60 yards Field goal kicker sh*t I said, "Don't shoot" then shoot, boy hypocrite My strap my only other, my Sig'-nificiant (significant) Waitin' for him out the car, mechanic tryin' to fix the sh*t All them raps about how the homie will trip fo' yo' a** It was time to go to Detroit, they wasn't down for that trip fo' yo' a** I guess you chose treat cause Uncle Chic had a Trick fo' yo' a** I look in them eyes, there's envy, that's what I see in Sug's coat (sugarcoat) If he ain't got a vest under that jacket, what I'm aimin' under this jacket will go up in Sug's coat Fully [?], full of smoke Dogs barkin' at the - like it's full of dope I'm done (x10) He won
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