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Tsu Surf vs. Nu Jerzey Twork
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Y'all know the rules Cla**ics are back muhf**ka I told Ars', Red and Suge you was Jersey and you started to "Jersey" and you made me mad muhf**ka You can't do what I do unless you did what I did You ain't did half muhf**ka 12 gauge, Double Impact jump this Shotgun, you a dead muhf**ka The address to where you standin'? 17-8-8 Sh*t's Creek God prolly flash 'fore your eyes, that car crash I seen my granddad this week You want another contusion? Skull oozin'? I will lift heat They said you gon' be nothin' like my last two battles How? They both like six feet! You know what's loud as hell when it hit the ground? Stupid, tall n***as with big feet Longest I've been from my .40? Two days, it felt like six weeks But you a Goodfella, livin' in the Field Of Dreams, waitin' to be traumatized Last actor I left stinkin', but if Ray leave odor (Liotta), I apologize Reach God, I mean even if you did make it to Heaven, who the f**k tryin' to teach God? You ever felt chicken hit grease? I seen a n***a face get deep fried I damage sh*t I mean it immediate [?] but nicer than a grandma kiss Answer this Think I hit you with all 30 then the gun and a clip? Hearin' things, questioning my brain, can't answer sh*t Voices and war (Anwar) in my head, "Go kill him and his management." You the reason for these dumb a** gun sounds Bang! Baow! That sh*t is for the new new school Me and my cla**, we wasn't even usin' them moves But if I did, I'm coppin' me a few new tools I want ya life, I turn Twork's Goon goon room to Ray's (Boom Boom Room!) Speaking of Life, we in the house with the Glocks I'm like "tie up everybody", the mom's, the pops This where I put a biscuit in these gun lines, that'll make it hot We gon' start with ya mother, losin' her life while Ray daddy watch Or here's a better sound, tell me am I havin' any luck Cause any b*t*h Twork (twerk) in front of me, must wanna BUCK BUCK! BUCK! BUCK! BUCK! Only need one homie so we slide in the Coupe though When it come to sendin' bucks Twork I'm Antetokounmpo 30 clip, I let it go 'til its zero shots They was there, now they not, we don't see no ops Cremate 'em, end of story, won't be no plot Til they slide your body out of steel drawer from a wall like a P.O. box Roc can't watch you die, and that's something I respect On the set, except, I'll watch a n***a take his last breath But I see you with your Cali Pirus or pies or what y'all like to say, "Roosters"? Y'all hood ain't to far from the 60's, what y'all know 'bout the shooters? Smack and Beasley don't care, they just happy they could raise a face Two gem stars to Smack child, I'll show you how to razor face Hands come together Let us pray, 'Amazing Grace' You know how a rooster scream in the morning before the neighbor wake? F**k, I gotta put it in subt**les or something? I'll have a Rooster screamin' in morning (mourning) 'fore I go to any neighbor wake You the b*t*h, I can't really sit at your set sweet You need more than a vest Wave chasin', we don't jet ski Do it look like it's too many Bloods in here or is it just me? I will have them hit every P in this b*t*h, except P I will Lee Harvey Oswald, snipe a guy You should feel like you in the ocean, on a boat, with a tiger, this ain't the Life Of Pi I yelled, "Neighborhood" once then the locs around It'll look like a concert outside if I scream "Rollin'" Loud A whole bunch of stackin', Crippin' up in here Take more than two steps, I travel than whistle through the air I will put a green light on Jerzey I send my man, actin' like a fan, "Can I get an autograph." And we right (write) on jersey (Jerzey) And if it ain't $40,000 or better than it's f**k haters Iron Solomon, Math, John John (nut chasers) You know the f**kin' rest man I feel like URL's so deceitful Like, how y'all got me and my bro just beefin'? They called my phone said, "Surf" I saw smoke comin' out my hood, I was overheated But then I started thinkin' 'bout how big-headed you've gotten I kinda feel like my homie need it {chokes} I ain't come up here with no dirt on you, no personals I gotta make sure this even I don't wanna play a game of Swear To God, I wanna play Go And See Him Caught him relaxin', like, "You comfortable?" I still remember that old Surf Choked on Lux, choked on 40, went straight to [?] caught him a tantrum Come back, got two good battles and now it's all of these antics Don't bring me no motherf**kin' kids, that's until we got your daughter for Ransom Shotgun, sawed off the cannon, this b*t*h bangin' Contract killer, "Twork" just another name for "clause" (Claus), like Chris Kringle B*t*h bangin' One of us gotta die tonight, this sh*t ringin' I might see mid, you might see (Macy) Gray, this b*t*h singin' This clip'll bury you, I know you all tough now this sh*t's hysterical Once he see the shoulder strap, the Wave (way he) fold up, it's Miss America This b*t*h embara**in' This n***a on the saddest sh*t Once his music pop, he think he livin' with the rappin' tip He don't give it up to Smack and sh*t He think he bigger than this battle sh*t Please, that n***a Tsu (sue) commercial, "Have you been injured in an accident?" 'Matic grip, or this Eagle get to soarin' on your f**kin' shorties {chokes} 'Matic grip, or this Eagle get to f**kin' soarin', slide on Gun T**les, I get to squeezin' on ya f**kin' shorties Roc get clapped, Chess get clapped, that n***a Eazy get to screamin' I'ma up the .40 If he die today, the funeral for Eazy '(Easy) Like Sunday Morning' What y'all doin'? {chokes} What y'all doin'? I done ran through the whole Gun T**les and you might just die You talkin' 'bout, "got 'em next time tiger", so you in the same boat, that's The Life of Pi Like the ride, I know you gettin' shot in Newark made you miss Budden's house This b*t*h a clown, should've never left that big comfy couch I'ma kick somethin' out You gettin' shot five times, then survivin' got you thinkin' that you can't get killed Til I put the homies on him If it's a robbery they gon' plan a drill Like, "Yep, he shot with Johnny Dang'. He got expensive chains. Oh he glam' for real." You walkin' 'round with that S on your chest, that's just something for my man to steal (Man Of Steel) Cannon peel Heckler's shoutin' You said, "Three battles is $160,000" I'll never doubt it Morning of, black glove, black clothes, I set the outfit We check the houses Go to the crib, flip the bed, behind the portrait, check the couches That sh*t like stealin' candy from a baby I came out 'bout six pounds and seven ounces You'll be dead in hours All this Neighborhood Crip sh*t, gonna get you offed at home Get found wrapped up in your living room rug, all carca** bones He said he'll stop rollin' over his dead body, but a carpet won't I'ma spark ya dome I wanna see what that static 'bout I know you been battlin' way before me, I could give a f**k about your rappin' clout But way before you made 'At Your Mother House' I was hidin' long shotguns at my daddy house You keep tellin' me how you been a pro long (prolong) and you gon' make me drag this out Anybody, gettin' on SMACK just now, never take advice from these older cats If I did, it would've never did nothin' but hold me back I mean, this n***a Surf askin' me I got for the Drake battle Right? That ain't got nothin' to do with you, where your focus at? But I do got a coke business, n***a you can put your nose in that I had loaded gats, I sold some crack I had pills, weed, lean, stinkin' sour I even hit the corners too, hard, like Pinky driver I had dub bags, dime bags and shake I got fiends gon' be an addict (attic) 'til they die like Anne Frank Damn straight I used to preserve the pills, my trap house was busy all night White, Micky's in the freezer, that's Disney On Ice Right, I was movin' up the pack I told you that I can pay you, I need a feature after this so studio we should get into it after that Cause they might scream "3-0" for you at least "2-1" after that But if so, it's a fight, we gonna get into one after that Clip, dump, we goin' into one after that Y'all wanna save Surf, press 9, than two 1's after that 'Matic clap, at his hat, I got TEC's galore Baow, your flesh get tore Baow, that one gon' put the Wave to sleep, rest a**ured (a shore) Less is more, you want me without the screams though Well this pristine slow This pristine flow Drive-by, creep slow Seen bro Thing blow I hoped on I-95; bingo Thing blow Hundred round locked in a nine inch; dingo But the chopper that to stand on? One foot, like a flamingo I done cooked Chamberz It's Jersey but I'm from the town y'all from Newark That's why I never took favors I already battled Ars', I'll kill O-Red, I left Suge danglin' Now I run up on a Rollin' 60 Crip, the hood banger Heard he be on the phone with jakes like, "State Farm" Just like a good Neighbor Jersey Imagine him, uppin' on me before I up it on him I be squeezin' on the Sig' You would never hear that Blood blew (blue) first, even though it is I done put in work in Ranges, pickups, Toyotas F**k I gotta put it in subt**les or somethin'? Smack sh*t, stainless steel cold but I'm colder from long range A decorated soldier with a Rover I done trained in drive-bys, pickups, Toyotas Facts I literally clapped n***as into comas Before you was Strapped In! Jumpin' 'round, pacin' It was a Michael Myers jump-in, the mask off with Jason Lock pick the door Eeeeeerrrr Stick my face in That was 12 years ago, how the f**k I'm still amazin'? For ten plus years I've been Strapped In and still name standin' Any time URL wanna groom a n***a for Ultimate Madness Surf do the Real Name Brandon (brandin') All that bark, we could take it to the roof if you dare cuz Shoot a round from the nose, we get to doggin' (dog in) Jersey like Air Bud You got bad news and worse news, tell me what you want first Hollow tip, off whoever jump first I'm a lemon pepper type of n***a, but the drum j*rk I order n***as to get killed (kilt), we don't want skirts Irony, I fired it plenty of times, the gun work Wait, should I have brought my lunch to work cause my lunch Twork Y'all supposed to be the same team I beat him like I never heard of a Jersey Aaron Hernandez merch, you can't get by (bi) (buy) a murders jersey But we is the same team, see I don't really wanna harm ya Just here to show that I was here before Jersey like Under Armour Wait, that's a Curry flip, murder sh*t How much you weigh? It don't really matter when the .30 kick Shotgun shell, these crack your spine NWX leave, Goonies leave, I know that n***as wanna clap they .9 Tryin' to think disloyal Real sick (Sikh), somehow I can't wrap my mind Sh*t, fingerprints, gun DNA, rule one, never leave jack (Jakk) behind The mortician tryin' to prep him for his wake His hands shake, he shook his pride Cause he used to watch your battles, now he gotta make you look alive Chopper silent like the "T" in "Tsunami" With the sights for the aim on it I'll show you how a T(ee) work, rest in peace shirt with your name on it You won't get by me with ease Jerzey Say, "please" Jerzey Who the quarterback from New Orleans? This ain't (Saint) a breeze (Brees) Jerzey Should I take his skull and kick it off the stage or take it back to Jersey? I feel like Vince Carter jumpin' over a seven-footer before I even rapped in (Raptor) Jersey But for me to be a loc, it's ironic I seen plenty red Copper bullet, penny head Good idea, hit his head Sh*t'll swell, bigger head Bull dog, lift and spread Death forever, dig his bed Tried runnin', bit his leg He say/she say, man tell her that n***a dead I get aggravated, start decapitatin', get ahead (a head) We don't monitor halls, no pa**es, trip instead The ops got it out for blue, I keep it in for red (infrared) My hitman still vegan he be seein' sh*t that's in his head Still don't like the meat but gotta eat so I send him bread Accent barely, I don't know what the n***a said Stake out, he gon' wait (Weight) Watch better than Jenny Craig He just like results, results is usually "n***a's dead" Last op need help to sh*t or he gon' sh*t his bed His arm strong, everywhere he go he gotta lift his leg Before 2/18, you n***as wasn't on the radar Twork I mean a painting is a painting, I just wouldn't say y'all Surf In the streets I'm Van Gogh, Pica**o, they don't even hang y'all work Brush me wrong, I paint pictures with this AR, Twork (artwork) We had to find a muhf**ka to know if that semi work Mad I ain't like you when I came home Who the f**k wanna be friendly first? Smack, we seen monsters before, give me Twork But I'ma need the best you on the biggest network Not just any (N.E.) Twork I'm 5'8", this FN57, this a bigger problem You ain't get the message? Wrong text (TECs) sendin' problems Somethin' occur, grant his wish, split his conscious No bullsh*t, it'll whistle, take off Jerzey (jersey); Dennis Rodman I feel like your punchlines be about anything, you just like talkin' It's like you see the route and you purposely go right off it You should've called me 'fore that battle with Roc I wouldn't have helped but they use Caution flips quite often You Twork, I'm expectin' you to hit Roc(k) around the back and off an elbow; White Chocolate I ain't glorifying jail, but you ain't got one felony arrest in Jersey I told Smack, "I ain't tryin' to kick it if I can't get an extra fee for doin' you messy Jerzey." I be smokin' on a big fat Juicy J while I'm scopin' on a job I see him touch the door, hop out 'fore he even go inside Surprise, cops find slob on the nob like corn on the cob And if it ain't $40,000 or better than it's f**k haters Daylyt, Aye Verb, some other nerds, nut chasers Smack don't call my phone for nothin' but paper This is my sh*t I feel like you imagine a lot You got all these horror stories, jail cells Get in a small room, hear an echo and then gotta take it back from the top You said they hit ya arm, your wrist, your rib, hit ya back and you drop You can never say my slogan incomplete, I talk about sh*t I actually pop It take a n***a like me to clap you in a coma, just for a n***a like you to tell them what happens after the shots You'se a has been I see your little group though, I like 'em, I don't really have friends I done ran through the whole Gun T**les, that's a fast flip I battled Chess years ago, I ain't have to worry 'bout his a** since I battled Roc two months ago, we ran off with a cla**ic I beat the sh*t outta Eazy on a one-rounder he got his a** whipped But I ain't gonna come up here and talk about the sh*t I went with Du (do) and did, that sh*t past tense Mag' grip, I'm actually mad All that f**kin' up I did in the first round, I should've just clapped his a** Ratchet blast Soon as the battle start, Wave one down like a taxi cab Ratchet blast .9 burst N***a you don't wanna try Twork You gon' die first .9 burst Two Glocks shoot mysterious ways like how God work .9 burst That's gon' be some bigger damage Truthfully this not really the way I planned it Truthfully I was supposed to battle Shine You just another person I had in mind, like I'm schizophrenic Grip the cannon Gun fire One sided This gon' be the death (deaf) people needed, like subt**les It ain't gon' be no more Gun T**les once I take the leader out 'em I'ma back out, give you ten Tsu (tensile), they can't eat without him If my people rob 'em, we gon' keep that discrete You brought Raw Bunch chains for the whole gang, just to bring that to me He losin' his mind, goin' through Hell Blowin' up my cell, he been tryin' to get them for weeks Whole crew got robbed for the R & B's, he on my phone like, "We have to meet." I'ma creep past his street, this b*t*h waitin' to get dumped Shotgun foamin' at the mouth, you'll get rabies if you touch I know you survived a couple bullets, but it's a gauge up to his gut Looks like the Office Depot is closed down for good, and then the Staples opened up I've been waitin' in the cut This a race and sh*t we be raisin' sh*t Head on the plate, Asian dish Glock .9, eyes slanted, Asian fish Nah, nah, nah, we be raisin' things Pistol whip, face beat to God; Maybelline My bad major league Mike Jack' made 'em lean 19, 13 on the 20, Asia Dean I made a scene, line up the gauge The whole Raw Bunch could get out of it safe If not, y'all get caught in the crosshairs, like Iverson braids Since we on the topic of Iverson I'm thinkin' I.V.s in the E.R., son Don't put it in subt**les, I was never good at solving riddles I gave the Pirus all a memo Like, "Brake in. Take him. Don't harm the kiddo." And just leave out that you Rollin' like an armadillo You ain't soft you brittle You couldn't play me if you want You got your name from roller skates, I know your sh*t'll break up in the front You gon' wake up in a trunk Surprise, my men'll follow you Take you to the highest building then they bondage you Call your mother Kim, like, "We need $80,000" It was $100,000 but my men is logical Before we roof this n***a, we gon' make sure the price for Kim Possible Clip outta you If not, then bye to you You gon' let you keep your jewelry and sh*t Cause trust me, you gon' need it for your funeral expense Big blade, I pull something out, size of a ruler in his rib Put somethin' in Tsu Sharp, you'll be right be in that suit your wore again Let's get through it with this sh*t I'm tired of all this bag snatchin' sh*t These n***as talkin' 'bout I stole the purse That's not how y'all makin' it sound Y'all actin' like I snatched a purse and wrestled an old lady to the ground I mean I stole a purse but I ain't wrestle no old lady to the ground But I also robbed drug dealers, I was takin' n***as pounds Before you tell 'em about a purse Tsu (pursue), make sure you tell 'em about how I was chasin' n***as down Matter-of-fact, you fake and a you a clown I'ma get you back and do you trife I'll catch your mother comin' out of Gucci, for that bag she'll lose her life She in the store like, "Oh it's to die for" and that b*t*h absolutely right I'ma drag her 'til she die, that's yo' b*t*h a** problem Choppin' like a syntax bombin' Grip that chopper Rapid fire Or I can switch that option I can turn this b*t*h from "Off" to "Spray", look like a Windex bottle You better switch that drama, I might match I'll send my little homies to do the drill, they might clap you Slide by, slide off the Mongoose, off the bike, clap you Your life flashes I swear to God, 12 years old, little sliders; White Castle Now I'm blastin' Jersey Why you tryin' to explain, takin' that old lady frail bag I mean, me and cuz had to clutch back to back once we, never wanted no Chanel bag I mean, when I found out you was Jersey, I can't lie, I was glad But then you start doin' stuff that kinda made me mad Not bad/bad, but bad I mean, you was supposed to f**k Coffee but cuz, you ate her a**? I know you be Strapped In, but you need to take a chill pill Because 'bout three days you said the b*t*h looked Ill Will Them cuts on your face look like...death I'm glad you survived Whatchu do when you work up? Sh*t when I woke up I cried How you here? Air bags? Is it fate? Was it God? Remember last time you slipped on that round late you could've died How many plates you got in ya head? They won't like ya fate I'll pistol whip him so bad that the pipe'll break They see Twork, I see another life to take AR-556 hit his skull, that head plate will be a license plate I was lookin' at them shots in ya car like, "Hilarious it wasn't tinted." Worried 'bout me gettin' shot They want you dead so bad they shot ya car and you wasn't in it What, you drunk off that casa? Blanka? But we keep fire I don't know if this guy'll (Guile) shot we kill Ken, they'll sleep by ya If that was me, "bye son" (Bison), those hollow tips eat (E) Honda's Boy, they had ya car lookin' the bonus round of Street Fighter That sh*t kick like Chun-Li I was in a cast for some weeks My memory vague, a n***a still hear them blasts in his sleep Arms long as Dhalsim, but that's when it's beef Strapped for the heat, stop, spin a punch; Zangief Streets, boy all you got is gla** in ya seats If the n***a that was from my hood would've shot ya car, it would've been repercussions Did disgustin' How you live to see (sea) shells in ya bucket? Am I sure (shore)? If the coast clear than we buckin' Last n***a thought Surf was a beast, trip, it wasn't I run the state, anything else make my stomach ache Bird hover like he on the boardwalk eatin' funnel cake Your manager followin' ya dumb a** around He better be about it or we'll see about it Just a news article left for Anwar They gon' have to ask Rita (read) 'bout it If you ain't heard about it, boy we'll put it to ya ear Champion will never be the same We'll nominate ya man, b*t*h for Widow Of The Year You a battle rap dummy and I see now Drake gave Smack 100 racks for you to rap and you went senile Then he gave him half of that to rap in front of him You had two straps in three rounds If they won't tell you, I will (wheel) Staring (steering) at your career, where would you be now I got ten you got five, you could be me now Debatables with Cortez, Casey beat you all three rounds I don't wanna hear about 40 n***a, don't say a word It's levels to these tiers, 40's fourth round was better than her third And if it ain't $20,000 or better than it's f**k haters Iron Solomon, Math, John John, nut chasers Smack don't call my phone for nothin' but paper Rap n***a You don't really mean well I've been tryin' to unite Jersey But you such a snake, you'll make up some imaginary beef just for a check, that's why our team fail You can take his battle with Shotgun...no further details Aye Suge, you got that battle with Tsu from a fake fallout like Ezal He don't mean well You just a hopeless soul You made fun of Hitman for havin' a mom and dad cause you come from a broken home Ya mama was a dyke, your daddy wasn't there, you had to join a gang cause you couldn't hold ya own You only joined Rolling 60's cause ya papa was a Rolling Stone Though it goes, and though it shows The curse sit on you {Stumbles} You was supposed to do a 3 to 5 for your first pistoly Lint remover How you doin' all this Rollin' but don't no dirt stick on you? That ain't even the worst sh*t on you I mean when I listen to your rappin', you can never tell But sh*t all these rappers rap so, you can never tell You think you movin' up the scale with all this f**kin' clout "I got million view here, million view here"- N***a shut ya f**kin' mouth Your funeral viewin' the only one I give a f**k about Shut ya mouth Tsu Surf from rollerblading, [?] You can't moonwalk on skates and clap heat You are not a shooter, [?], that's how I'ma do ya Llama through ya Pop a Ruger And let one dangle over ya head Majin Boo ya Smell his dead body in the air, that's embalming fluid Coroner's got the 60's lookin' real nice, like ya mom a cougar .9'll shoot ya N***a you an opportunist And you had the wrong ops to shoot you You wouldn't have been here if I had the TEC And make sure you kill me with [?] been life after death You right, you a vet You right you my idol, you Jers' muscle Cause every time I seen you f**kin' up I wanted to burn somethin' I seen Big T beat you, [?] had you up against the turnbuckle Then I get up here f**kin' up, comin' with two rounds, knowin' I ain't got no third comin' They laughin' at me cause I be chokin' But that's the only thing I learn from you You'se a firm sucka You should give Troy every single loss he made I never heard you call yourself "Smack gunner" You seen Drizzy two times now you "Dark skin Drake" You'se a f**kin' groupie, you've got flaws for days I can't believe how fake you is n***a {Cuts round short} Jersey
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