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[Round 1: Tsu Surf] Now why in the fuck would I come all the way to Detroit to tell fat jokes, when I can talk about shit that's not funny? Like, it's gonna look like a cow got smacked by a train If you runnin' that block from me I just start to go noodles when the cause is the beef You soft, I can see the chicken all in your teeth Moms cryin', I see Olive Garden all in the street 'Cause if it ain't about that green light salad You'll get the biscuit with the shells, boy, this all you can eat They say that boy Tsu Surf cold But all he talkin' about is hoopin' That's 'cause I usually catch fire when that crowd start rootin' I'll pull that Coach K and let that chopper start Duke'in' And leave so many holes out there They wouldn't know whether to lock me up for pimpin' or shootin' Smack gonna have to call the Navy or the SWAT When I come through at least about 80 gettin' dropped Take his baby up the cliff, it look crazy from the top I bet you I ain't gotta be Beyoncé to drop a baby from the rock Everyday in my hood I bang, I'm a nice worker I'll Kenneth Cole, three piece, bow tie, nice shirt ya Choir in the pulpit, Momma in the front row, white hearse ya With a clip about this long, and it flip both ways like vice versa I know I get a little complicated when I spit for you niggas But pay attention, this is as slow as I'ma get for you niggas What you about, 300 pounds solid? Boy, I bet you weak Oh, you feel disrespected? Well, I suggest you be I'll throw his ass in the trunk just to let you see That you ain't gotta know your alphabet to find T in a SUV I ain't even gonna front, I watched you vs Hollow seven times And the first bag wasn't even the worst bag It resembled that shirt tag: an L seven times I mean you came out swingin', but you need to do more of it Plus the filler in your schemes lack substance Senior prom: your lines too long to the punches Let me give you some advice Drink some bleach, slit your wrists and eat an AIDS needle Then hopefully you'll see life on a newer side And get it through that fat fuckin' skull That you got a better chance killin' yourself than pushin' Tsu aside I see that nigga that attempted to murder yo' ass Wasn't tryin' to grill nothin' Well, try look into the eyes of a nigga that's tryin' to kill somethin' We make niggas disappear like that Triangle out in Bermuda They can't find his body, but they know that I'm the shooter I say cut my sentence in half and I'll spread a little rumor – deal? Well, you can look in Oklahoma if you wanna find him sooner You ain't hawkin' niggas down, hoppin' out to let that heater spray Bagel thighs! And from the looks of things Your first piece of pussy was DNA If that was me that woulda caught you in that car down in all black Quarter sized holes in the door, shattered glass, flats Potato the 44 for the sound and let it clap Them mad rounds left ketchup and hash browns on his lap Let me tell you how I know we be movin' on a separate thought 'Cause when its beef y'all chicken be tellin' the pork I told the prosecutor: "Let me get a veggie burger and a rice cake." I told the homies I want his mother and his father They brought me back two heads in a box, like a Skype date Tsu Surf loses to Big Tasha… I think not And since you heavy you gon' get the same box D got We can make it whatever you wanna make it Let's start a riot, nigga I'll wait 'til the moment of silence at your grandmother's wake Then scream "Quiet, nigga!" – Jersey [Round 1: Big T] Ayo, Surf… How come none of them niggas in them blogs come with you? You showed up, showed heart But we now about to see if we got some with you Nigga, it'd been smart 'cause you brought guns with you But we ain't have to see your arsenal To know you ain't had that shotgun with you Ain't this Tsu? "I'ma put T in the ground like a golf course" First off, that hand on your hip shit uncalled for "Well, I'ma put T in a bag like Lipton" Aight, let me help this nigga out, right? 'Cause this nigga trippin' See, if I was you I'd say, if he talk anymore shit then I'ma put T in a bag – I bet he won't give me any lip then Which reminds me, he battled X Factor He said he'll "have the K silent like knee" Nigga, I battled Hitman I said he'll be "like H in the middle of nowhere" – this nigga wanna be just like me But I'ma show you how I do it, let's say I take a word like 'unit' And put you in it, now it's just you and I, T Which reminds me, some other shit you do, Surf It's like when I really start to view Surf It's like none of this shit new, Surf Its a whole bunch of Bluhhdduh dhut dhut – that ain't you, Surf Lock pick his door – that's mine too, Surf Remember, you're goin' against Mr. Chulockaboo, Surf You know how much my Chulockaboo's worth? Oooh, I should sue Surf Truth hurt, and you know I think nothing's scary? 'Cause you let Bill Collector say "fuck Tookie!" And he came back to Newark and wasn't worried Nigga, I'm from Chicago, I ain't GD But if a nigga woulda said "fuck Larry!" Then the next day you mighta found a motherfucker buried Nigga, how you gonna let a nigga be disrespectful to Tookie? You steppin' against a vet, you took disrespect from a rookie Ars, Surf and Red – *sniff* – them niggas is pussy These niggas from Jersey sure bitches: Jenny, Sammi and Snooki Whoopie, I flew to Newark What happened to all these Jersey wars? Bright sands, Jersey floors, that shit look like Jersey Shore But I heard before when I was hittin' your thick whores She told me that your shit was like this short She say mine's like… six floors So it makes since why she rather ride mines rather than yours 'Cause your name's Surf, every time she rides she gets bored They say I'm scared of Surf, I say Surf who? They say Tsu Surf, I say Surf cool What it do, Surf? 'Cause Surf get you for what you worth Because Surf sue me verse Tsu I will murk Tsu and rehearse Tsu, no rehearsal I will hurt Tsu, but it hurts to know that I won't be the first to First Tsu had two battles in a basement, nobody saw it Ill: body bag – DNA: body bag – he was no longer wanted Edged K shine, but X beat you So your record like CD's with no features Other than you, ain't no body on it If you see a sign that say I won't shoot 'cause police here Ignore it, people If anybody that came with Surf and they still breathin' Enjoy it, people, you would think I was smugglin' immigrants in across the border, people The way I load up, sneak past security and dump the 4 in people If we warrin' people, I'll run up blazin' cans Pants in your lugs boots You like the Southwest shuffle: I'ma make him dance Lift my arm like I'm tryin' to to raise his hand Blaze his gut, hit him 'til somethin' somethin' came up Like he had a change of plans I'm the man here You won't make it where I'm from, I'm in demand here You keep playin' here, you can stand here But see if you layin' here If I start a fire, I'll make you camp here If you don't wanna get it with these hollows Then you better learn like the movie Hollow Man and stand clear Or I'll let the drama pop, llama pop 'til my arm is hot His mom, his pops, everyone in the way of harm gets shot And not finna charge or stop 'Til I clear everyone from the parking lot And leave the scene here clean cut like a barber shop – Quiet! [Round 2: Tsu Surf] Here the fuck we go again I like mozzarella sticks and nachos too It's hot, swooohhh, but I'm hungry like ohh ahh ohh Smack, this round ain't done yet, boy? Hwoooo I'm so heavy, if I have a stroke I'll need a pair of medics… two But why would I come to Detroit to tell fat jokes When I could clap folks, largest to smallest Or let the little homies handle the scramble Discovery channel: 60 hyennas versus a walrus I use the 8, those tools get baked You'll lose some weight when I'm dumpin' slugs See, the medics gonna gurney in Sherman Clump But your mother gonna wheel out Buddy Love I brought an apron in case it get ugly I'm tryin' to cow beef fry somethin' Yeah, I'ma cool nigga so I'ma be cool… but try somethin' Whole hood screamin' and all, it was about 5 somethin' They said Surf left T hangin' from a line Like he was tryin' to dry somethin' How I get here? If that bitch wasn't dead, I'd tell you ask your sister I want mines, I dump 9's, and them pockets like a blizter Only two things could happen if one of these hit ya Eeither Surf's gonna leave like Mayweather Or T's gonna leave like Victor And when it come to your moms, I don't care how that date'll go If she suckin', that 8'll blow I pulled a chicken so it ain't trickin' Just 'cause I pay for that fillet she owe I could take y'all to English class without a GED I aim at T with that AR, y'all know what he gon' G-E-T You gonna see a SK tryin' to be tough off that E, T No, listen, you gonna see a SK tryin' to be tough off that E, T If you can spell you'll do well 'cause everything I tell real And with that K I rip T up the middle 'Cause you need to L's to spell 'kill' I battled DNA, X Factor, K Shine, Yung Ill And you supposed to be the cause of my death, T? Ha ha, you a mess, T, I know one thing: You gettin' more than juice if these birds come out this nest, T I was raised by real goons So all that shit you talkin' is irrelevant In the streets you gotta pay like you weigh So you owe 344,000 and 7 cent People pray, reverend gotta find a home for this guy Like a lost call service he can roam in the sky He gotta go he gotta go, no emotions shown for the guy Actually I was at the dealership Lookin' for a Charger like my phone finna die And we was fuckin' with his wifey, but the bitch all brain-dead She just wanna suck dick and listen to Weezy We call the bitch "Wayne head" You get pains in your chest when you blink You sweat when you think It's only the second round, and I bet you you stink What female would wanna put her face between these knees? That frictions could only give off a Ranch dressing smell Or cream cheese… bagel thighs! My Chicago bitch said he's from the southside of some place I'm like, "Where's that?" It don't even matter, just take me to where them Bears at Y'all gonna see T walkin' with his head down and hear "SNAP!" Left a jelly bean trail to a bear trap – Jersey [Round 2: Big T] Surf, let me ask you again, like what that bloggin' about? He like what I said that Big Terrance shit I was embarrassed he tried to dog me out The nigga wasn't at the crib So guess what, I went to the nigga momma house Like I needed help with my homework 'Cause I'm tryna figure these problems out I see Surf and Ars in front of the crib, I hopped out Act like I was gonna dap 'em Open my hand, smack him, now he knocked out Grab Arsonal by the dreads Shots goin' through his head 'til they popped out Now the NBA ain't the only one with the lockout Hop out, his man know I'm in front of his crib… hi, hater Fuck him, I ain't gonna keep playin' with this pussy: vibrator 'Cause with this lightsaber I'll lift him where he standin' in the air like a skyscraper With that K wavin' in front of his crib like a polite neighbor Why wankstas wanna do research in Chicago to see if Big T ass a clown? On some bitch shit That's when I get mad and switch shit Like *Chick* *click* – ask it now! Barrel to his mouth, let the Magnum bloaw For thinkin' it's that I'll let him speak to this gat Now that's how you could "ask a round" He always sayin' how he run into niggas cribs But I got cameras everywhere so I was waitin' I see a Micheal Myers jumper, mask off of Jason Lock pick my door *errgghh* – *chick* – stick your face in! Head shot, knocked the nigga brains to the basement I put the basement in the attic, attic into the basement Bullets ricochetin' off of cabinets, switchin' all the paintings Changin' all of the stations, switchin' all of the vases Terminator 1 role: knock the baby out the play pen What I'm sayin' is, whatever you wanna do, pop That's gonna get Ars scarred J get brought in it, bring Shotgun and get Suge shot I work with the tools and let the hammers go Like I'm finna leave wood shop: I'll have more people watch this crowd Surf in the audience than Woodstock Since you would not know what pain is I'ma send him down the lane of it That unstoppable train that Densel Washington movie played in Push Surf up in the way of it Ahh, the shit get meaner, I wish a hurricane big as Irene and Katrina hit Jersey and have Surf surf the waves of it I could be a bastard, wait 'til somebody passes Take they ashes, LeBron James the remains of it But I'd rather dig up your whole family group Whoever died, make bone marrow soup And make Surf eat every scrape of it Say fuck it, I'ma style on him You see T you see a bottle or two, Cirôc or the Goose A model or two poppin' they cooch Slobbin' the crew, blew everything harmonic flute Bloop come off of the roof, 2Pac up in Juice Bring drama to Tsu, Osama Saddam to Tsu Shot up at you, hit your Yamaka too, your Hanukkah suit I brought my shit too, bahbahshitoo jahlawkadah Keep tryin', you'll be in a D line: I'll Ndamukong Suh When I gotta for you I got Spanish cats that scream "¡Domo!" when they fire Nigga, I'll shoot at your clock 'til both y'all expire Shotgun the shooter and the driver? Both you niggas liars You just a fag carryin' Shotgun: you Omar in The Wire So how he say he put on Jersey? Let me make this scheme Joe Buddens and Redman don't fuck with you And they make the cream Low-key you hate on Ars, Suge and Red You just don't make the scene So how could a nigga put on Jersey that ain't make the team? [Round 3: Tsu Surf] I don't know anybody from Chicago So you can't tell me about my "team" And them pants is still the only place you can get Ranch dressing without wings Ok, so now Surf ain't in the street And Twitter is where you see him That's 'cause big homies got little homies That'll take that nigga off that timeline like a DM Ok, so now Surf don't come through the block And let it rock when he street sweep That's 'cause big homies got little homies That lay that MAC round and bring it back 'round like a re-tweet Surf ain't bout that street shit, Surf wouldn't send nothin' That's 'cause big homies got little homies That walk around with pounds like they tryin' to trend somethin' What you say, 100,000 tweets? That's why bitches swallow me, nigga In the moral of this, Aye Verb – follow me, nigga! Now back to the story, wait wait wait wait wait… Why not come to Chicago to tell fat jokes? I'm in another state Plus you got your grandmother shoulders Your step father complexion and your mother face When you told DNA he was ugly and soft Ha ha ha, you the man, scrap But somebody tell this man that he ugly and fat And it's still a damn fact about any chance that can clap Chicago D's find T in the middle of SL like where the Rams at I see haters still hatin', I see Hitman still talkin' I see that nigga that try to sit you down for life, still walkin' Where I'm from, that ain't how we handle our obstacles Add up all the homies Divide them into parts of the city, then subtract all possibles Jail, I been there – ratchets, I clap those Made whole families congregate in black clothes But Smack passed you the chance to battle Hollow And you dropped it, dude If that was Surf vs Nigel, bullets get sprayed, Glocks get used TEC's that sound like long horns: he get chopped and screwed And if I gotta ride or somethin', all black disguise or somethin' Timbos, cargos, mask with a 9 or somethin' You gonna need God, hiding tips from Saddam or somethin' Troy Davis: that boy gonna die for nothin' You catchin' more than beats if these subs get to woffin', T Whole packs of Sheriffs, blood hounds have to look for T Look at me! Moral at the end of that book'll be All I need is half this clip to push a T Your whole team ass, I'ma let it ride though Matt Forte: you the only nigga ballin' in Chicago I can't say take me to your leader 'cause this is the boss Scissor toss, bullets cross the middle, I pray he pick it off I'm from a city of loud guns and soft words Sawed-off's and Mossberg's It's battle rap, but outside T get in that box if we cross words My psychologist tried to tell me I'm two quarters Mike Myers and half of Satan 'Cause I copped the .44 long with infrared and navigation I'll flick a button and that gat'll bang and It stop, he drop, then give him more like I'm elaboratin' I hate everything you think you is, so let's get more on topic I'll hit you so fuckin' hard You won't feel a scratch when it's on a poppin' Smack paid me racks to chalk his head when that 4 be poppin' Long bang from long range: 8 ball corner pocket Formulate this message You a Ray Jay fan and a Aye Verb lover The toughest nigga in the Midwest is still Aye Verb mother I'll hit him in both legs and let him crawl to a slow stop Then call 911 and chop the ambulance Before they make it to Beaumont – Jersey [Round 3: Big T] My setups be like, if I see Surf in the club deep I was sippin' my drink, he bumped me and kept fuckin' rollin' I start to look around like Big T just let Surf come and hoe him So I chilled and waited 'til you finna leave Put the gun by his temple, squeeze Now that's how the fuck you show him Now he dyin' in the street, left his eyes by his feet Now maybe next time you can watch where the fuck you goin' That's how I be on him But the shit that come outta dude mouth, he say shit like "I'ma make a nigga yell dang when I hit him with that Luau" Now what type of nigga you know get shot and says dang? He must got a Glock when it pop it's a flag that says bang Big Terrance, ain't it a motherfuckin' shame? 'Cause it seems like every time Surf about to get behind bars He like to give out the other nigga's name If I refrain, K Shine said Surf was a snitch I'm like don't accuse that So what if he did a couple months for a mandatory three-year sentence, right? We can't prove that But in his Thisis50 interview he said he did less than two years for two straps, so that's a mandatory six turned into two flat Now Surf... how you do that? They said dude rat, like how did you make make him squeal They said Southwest shuffle niggas I'm like, they made up a dance for real They call him Southwest Shuffle not because they'll kill But because when police put they cards on the table They get it cut, now they ready to make a deal Yeah, since he always tryin' surf water nigga I'ma initally take you south across the border nigga Yeah, he OK: Oklahoma, nigga Boy, you sweet like the peaches up in Georgia, nigga So give ATL N-O: New Orleans, nigga 'Cause Surf gonna be MIA after I floor da nigga If I order, nigga, you owe me dough You better pay for it or you'll pay for it 'Cause when I slide through and I ride through it's too late for it Like a toll booth, you don't have the right amount When you pay for it, I'll roll up, stick these arms out this window And get you change for it And I ain't goin', I'm deaded, I'm dead to this nigga house He a bitch and I feel disrespected, so I'm tellin' him to get out With these weapons, tellin' him to get out 'Cause these TEC's are like GPS Once I address it I'm gettin' lead to this nigga house Like, where my money, Surf? He like, "I ain't got your shit." I say nigga what? He like, "Well, you know, T, I got robbed and shit." I say nigga what? I'm not convinced, and I dont give a fuck I step back, blip blip, I let two hit him up You'll think I gave him a compliment the way it raised his spirits up I'm sick as fuck, I'll make your mother and sister kiss each other Break they spine and collar bone Soon as they press against each other Your little brother mad, come bit me, I kick the fucker Grab his neck, twist the fucker, like fuck Surf, get your brother Surf mad, ran up on me all fast, I let him pass, tripped the fucker Grabbed a snack, his collar bone smashed When they pressed against each other Now he like Keenan Ivory Wayans 'cause I'm Gonna Get You Sucka Nah, that was wack It's 'cause I put most his family up in a cast like In Living Color Lord, my brother I remember when he first put me on Surf and shit I was lookin' like I must admit This old motherfucker Surf can spit They say he 22, I'm unconvinced, I was thinkin' at least 136 Nigga, I understand you reppin' Dirty Jers' and shit But does that mean you always have to wear dirty shit They said he gonna be fly today, I said good luck Nigga, 'cause every time I'm out of state What he have on be out of date like it's been stood up What do y'all like in Surf? I don't see it Like maybe it's the way he rhyme or somethin', he just screamin' Like maybe I'm just sleepin' on Surf, I wasn't thinkin' He spit another rap out, I snap out, I wasn't thinkin' I swear, I didn't even need two, I one-pieced him Close his mouth, choked him out, he wasn't breathin' Like, "Say what's on your mind, Surf!" – I up-squeezed him Blow his brains out, now y'all can see he wasn't thinkin' You crazy guy Even if Jack Thriller look at me funny through that lazy eye I'll have him clear stabilized where the doctor have him can't revive Boy, you better hope God is a graceful guy or Caeser died You sanctified or ain't alive before you permanently tranquilized You get hit from that MAC sound like a train collide He nuts, he go insane inside, and that's not even my crazy side Leave his legs by the roses, his head by the daisy side And get rid of all the witnesses 'Cause I ain't tryin' to spend a day inside
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