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tsu surf vs. shotgun suge - udubb network lyrics

[round 1: shotgun suge]
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*tch, 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*ck is surf bro?
hеy pac’s, ask ya little man, what kind of real n*gga 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*ck 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*gga beat two gun charges
he take a lot of shots, miss most, he stacey patton
word on the streets this n*gga is rattin’
word on the streets this n*gga’s chattin’
“oh nah not surf he bout that action.”
but then i remember, he always stingy with the cheese this n*gga 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*ckin’ 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
[round 1: tsu surf]
hey arsonal, that was cute
find a date and i’ma tie that b*tch 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*gga 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*ckin’ virgin
where i’m from*
pause
where i’m from, you ain’t good with them n*ggas 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*ckin’ go
don’t ask me what my life like, n*gga you already f*ckin’ know
savage sh*t, package flips
project, pack of crips
half a grape, half a b*tch
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*tch found his text and she tripped on him
my b*tch a goon, my b*tch 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*ggas 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
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[round 2: shotgun suge]
ayo
i watch his interviews, he tried to call me his son
f*ck 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*tch, 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*ck 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*ck that, let’s get more current with this
let’s talk like you really a b*tch
how you let calicoe put you in yo’ place
how you let calicoe scream in yo’ face
that n*gga calicoe has some heart for him
you know he p*ssy, he was quiet
that n*gga 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*ggas with heart rep him
i let n*ggas 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*ck 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*gga 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 d*mn near feelin’ you
even though your whole career based off charlie clips k!llin’ you
that sh*t you do not even rappin’ to me
this the best sh*t that ever happened to me
best w*nksta, 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}

[round 2: tsu surf]
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*ggas, that court van felt like a slave ship
what my life like?
goin’ outta state catchin’ charges in a f*ggot name
tryin’ to play the d with the steel, i got caught in the passin’ 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*gga
i had bananas since a kid, you turned grape when you was grown, n*gga

[suge] fact* false
[tsu] facts, you heard it!
[suge] false n*gga
[tsu] facts! you a sucka

[tsu surf]
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

[round 3: shotgun suge]
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*gga that’s just the fraud in you
you knew i booked my flight, you was there, i did a blog witchu
these rap n*ggas 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*ck 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*ck 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*ggas 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’ k!ll him and his b*tch, 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*gga smokin’ moon rocks
i should smack him, knock him out
they gon’ have to carry his body like a boombox
the k!ller 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 scr*pe 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*ckin’ 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*gga 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}

[suge]
random
everybody hold ya middle fingers up
f*ck raw bunch as a staff, record label and as a motherf*ckin’ crew
and if you wanna be down with tsu surf and the raw bunch then f*ck you too
aye tay roc, f*ck you too!
hitman holla, f*ck you too!
all you mothaf*ckas, f*ck you too!
die slow mothaf*cka, my fo*fo make sure hitman kids don’t grow
jersey

[round 3: tsu surf]
“free my brother surf on that strap charge”
but never sends sh*t
this how magic johnson feel knowin’ his son a big b*tch
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 s*x
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’ ass
it was time to go to detroit, they wasn’t down for that trip fo’ yo’ ass
i guess you chose treat cause uncle chic had a trick fo’ yo’ ass
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

[surf cuts his round short]

i’m done (x10)
he won

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