Tsu Surf - Tsu Surf vs Charlie Clips lyrics

[Round 1: Tsu Surf] We keep everythin' in code now, n***as tattle talk On the phone talking 'bout his d**h But it sound like battle talk Call the homies for a quick holla, “It's Summer Madness Bring the T with a capital, in case of Rich Dolarz He got Big T? Oh, put Mook on top, or maybe Math, right? I mean, Calicoe cool, I f** with Shine, he mad nice I know, I know, sound like silly sh** But that's a code for a body Let me tell you what that really meant I call the Hitman, this some madness, he gettin' knocked off Bring a extra T with a capitol—Tech 9 In case of—Rich Dollaz—in case it pop off Big-T—he gettin' quiet money? I'll put a dot on his head if the math right, it'll be very sad I mean, the Calico cool, but that K will do him very bad I hope you came with crack, I'm not Roc, these different lines You know I'm on some sh** You'll get drugged if I connect, then throw him in a ditch He'll die for wifey? Dope, he goin' with his chick Bobby and Whitney; I'm talkin' Layin' there, smokin' with his b**h You was puttin' in all that work for Harlem Never break yo' grind Pick and chose your battles, cool, take yo' time All that to get noticed, it's like you waste yo' lines ‘Cause Lux came, how he take yo' shine? That don't ache yo' spine? Lux got everybody in the world saying “You gon' get this work.” All they remember you for is “Sike” And k**in' Verb at Summer Madness And Tay Roc, but that's light I tie Clips to a chair, then smack him in the neck You gon' love the show 40 in DNA mouth, only thing left is the bucket though You watchin', Charlie? Splat! Then that gun'll blow I'll ray Charles, last thing he seen was his brother go For them Washington's, we'll really Training Day somethin' Do you hear me? Charlie's house, this new 40′s got Siri Even if every thing was debatable, I never gave a dub up f** if you in the livin' room, the kitchen Or bathroom, I got one to lift the tub up Me and my two sons burn down with the snub up Them three fours bark'll leave Charlie chuckin' blood up A lot of your bars average, to cover that you be jokin' Make a scheme out anythin' And “Sike, I lied” when you be chokin' Your freestyle was cool, but that poor trick done worn out He think we never get the picture, his lines be drawn out You Chilla Jones grandfather age, that's why your schemes old They label him a winner, but nothin' ever seem cold Me, I feel like the old Vince still bangin' when that can drawn I should name what I carry kittles No kitten, I want that man gone Miss me with your Nets jokes I am New Jersey, f** is this man on?! Mama told the D's, "I ain't know he took the keys." D's told Mama we found him head slumpt on that van horn They say I got a problem, but clappin' tools help And if that b**h did say somethin' to the D's Then two to your moms, like after school help [Round 1: Charlie Clips] I said, Rajon “Tsunami Surf” Cox Wait a minute, your last name is… whatever, dog So they put a n***a with one clear win Against a n***a that arguably never lost I be beatin' the best n***as in the world, with only two rounds So that should show you who's the better boss So we both kings, but I'm Martin You Sacramento, and Coretta soft What's poppin', Surf? Around what month did this battle get locked in, Surf? Wasn't it like November? Well, thanks for givin' me this easy a** win; I got you, Surf Got a dot, and that O red If that's your man, then you'll let him spot you, Surf Flash it in your eyes, like, “That's light!” Then let it rock you, Surf And I hate when you be throwin' shots And you swear your bars go over tops So you say sh** like, “Urn and Ash is 'Nash'”, n***a, no, it's not Urn and ash is "urn-ash", with your bird a** If you were Nash You probably wouldn't figure that out until your third pa** I'm a legend, gave Magic a shot Now he graduating out of bird cla** Dismantled Roc, and a couple of my nouns made Verb crash This cal'll bung ya, flip this n***a board Make Surf splash. You the champ? Well, you gone get your tidal waved, ‘cause Surf trash Pardon me, y'all, I always wanted to go through a surf bar I'll give shots, with your b**h at the beach Like I created a surf bar Or I'll give shots, shots, shots to everybody; that's a Surf bar If he givin' shots to everybody, he just buyin' out the surf bar Surf bar, google that! For those who ain't know, that's a Google fact But that was so out of this world Some of y'all might just need Google Map I'll search for him, then click on Surf; that's a YouTube app The gun under the big T going bink bink biggity boo boop bap You wanna know what's so crazy about this, bro? It's I'm actually f**in' you up with all wordplay I'm actually winnin' this round And I ain't spit a punchline since Thursday You want one? Okay, cool You about to get a few of 'em in the worse way From now on, December 14th Is national “What the f** happened to Surf?” day You had a AR on your hip against Hollow, right? Ever since then it had my mind puzzled So I went and bought a black K That's about this tall, it look like Shine double Sit that sh** right on your back, I make your spine buckle The clip take 'bout 20 minutes to load; I'm havin' Vine trouble But that gun is light, let me throw that one away Now we on to the next page You know what I got too? A Smith that will have your team runnin' back, it will look like the Jets played Got another gun, that will co*k back And blow your squad to the next gauge stage What kind of gun is that? sh**, I don't know It's unidentified, it's like Rex age They like, "Damn, what happened to Surf?!" I don't know, he got retired on Doomsday Tried to get rehired, then got re-fired when the tools spray You never spent a G on your sneaks If you do you'll be lyin' by Tuesday Your created player gotta be tired as hell For you to have the G on your feet, in 2k But let's get these bars crackin' Some of y'all might think that's light I did that line on purpose for y'all, see i just did some bold sh** I wanted to show you n***as somethin' right To show y'all that's some cold sh** Proving Grounds n***as only get 30,000 views per battle And them n***as be spittin' some cold sh** And Hitman be gettin' 800 f**in' thousand views And he be spittin' some old sh** So you mean to try to tell me, so hold on, y'all tryna tell me, I can say, “I'm that n***a that gave Tay Roc…” And I hit Smack for cheddar? If that's the case, on some G sh**, I'ma be wack forever But don't worry about this round though Yeah, Smack, you extra… I f**ed up… Sike, I lied, n***a! You told them that earlier, I couldn't f** up if I tried, n***a Let me explain these bars to you Bullet on your head, like a Cardinal You think your squad with me I got that shotgun, it's in my arsenal How you want your ribs, n***a? Action Jacksons, you want barbeque? Lil' n***a, I'm just here on stage, I came to slaughter you [Round 2: Tsu Surf] See, this gon' be the slightest bit blurry, I'ma make it very clear You need more than jokes, Charlie This is why you'll get buried here To stomach this sh**, he should be good, ‘cause he heavy there The cops said: “It was just DNA and DNA everywhere.” Rest in peace, Paul Walker! Clips drop from a fast six when I'm shootin' sh** He in the whip? No Vin, these'll Have that car scene lookin' ludicrous They said: “Surf, you gotta battle in the D Better take a pair, a n***a might clap you.” Aren't you even half concerned I did what I have to? Why? ‘Cause the man go 10 hours With the lemon squeeze to a battle, probably mean he definitely brought the banana clips to the Apple And you from Harlem, right? Tell Randy I shotgun Moss n***as Tell K… don't tell him nothin', I already k**ed that soft n***a Tell Lux I headshot red dot boss n***as And my daddy wasn't a lost n***a My daddy had plans, goals, dreams We had scams, foes, schemes My daddy was drivin' towards family, a gate, a fence We had gloves, a mask, tents And why the f** Roc keep sayin' my name? Tay, is he in these hair lines; that's LeBron, Tay Send some Vikings through, did you how I do Da Don, Tay You never seen a b**h like this 'til you seen mine Tay Cops come, I don't know the dame Beef, I'll rather face you straight Like playin' bluff at a Poker game All I know is aggression, press him Wherever you and your friends play Puttin' more b**hes in a box than Woman Crush Wednesday I got a great resume, can't say who he battled Fed X a box, put a million views right on Shine Practically never had a week battle I was alone in Detriot, cla**ic, and with Con, duh I been to snake fights; Clips, why should I be rattled? This a Desert, he ain't' been ready for a gun this big Since the Big T battle. Jersey! [Round 2: Charlie Clips] I committed a few sins in my life So Lord know I'm the wrong one to be preachin', n***a But somebody gotta pray for your bars It's either gon' be me or a deacon, n***a ‘Cause you told Hollow ain't nothin' in him G To make it sound like "MMG"; you be tweakin', n***a And you said: “When we get up, we gotta Meek.” Question: How do you “Meek” a n***a? Lord knows I wanna bar you to d**h right now But I gotta teach the n***a This my son, I haven't been in his life Well, now Daddy's back to beat the n***a I bought Playstation 4 three weeks ago And played Street Fighter for the whole weekend, n***a If I had a chance to do that Maybach scheme Cool, only I could have it my way I would've told Hollow I need Millz by Thursday If you don't have you gettin' Dunplay on Friday Hung the phone up on Hollow Call my little b**h, her name Sharde She 4'8”, give great head standin' up, so why lay? You said: “If you want your life, crawl for it You want tickets to the gate, then it's access granted I'm on the block with somethin' DeAndre's size One word to describe that night, Brandon." That thought process was fire But the DeAndre sh** I would've threw it away pronto I would've been at a n***a door 6AM With the long nose; it's Gonzo Soon as he open up “errr!” Heat to the center of his chest, throw a combo One word to describe that mournin': Alonzo f** I gotta put in subtitles or somethin'? Or slow it down and just diss you? Yall ain't get it? I said, f**, I gotta put it in subtitles or somethin' Let's slow it down I just dissed you I see what you like to do, Surf You steal n***as sh** and you know I don't condone it You went from Dhalsim to Tsang Sung ‘Cause you battle n***as and steal the life of your opponents Well, I'ma tell you some thing, it's time to wake up Especially if you wanna dream like this I dare you to steal my life ‘Cause you feed it in rider to scheme like this I said, um, the Nets lost they team, right? Well, come and work for me, you a n***a I'd be proud to hire It's coke residue everywhere You need goggles around my knicks; Stoudamire I'll turn you into a vegetable Put you in a garden when that AR spit Aye, John John, I got a baby Wesson But my sh** name ain't JR Smith I said, nah, difference is it Spike Lee This n***a party with the losers I'm in the center of the block; I'm Bargnani to the shooters I got a JR Smith clip, right? ‘Cause the God'll spray Rugers So when I sub the clip then it take your heart away, junior To keep it 100 I had more, it was about to get worse for you But you begged to go three minutes And I still made this hearse for you But I'ma give you bar after vat in round three It's gone feel like God cursin' you They wanna hear bars, Surf They ain't pay $60 cash to hear personals [Round 3: Tsu Surf] You ever wonder what Mayweather Would do to Pacquiao if he fought him? What Elmer Fudd would've did to that bunny if he caught him? Think of dismantle, destroy, destruction, distort him Sometimes an a** whoppin' ain't always an a** whoppin' If at the end of the day you taught him 100 bars, hella punches, and k**er schemes With a few jabs at your b**h They gon' have to get her a cane, if she feel a pain Hurricane, typhoon—whatever, all destruction, same sh** I came with three clips, Charlie Look, I nameflip even when I don't wanna nameflip But back to that main b**h, offer a pillow when I come for her When she was sleep, now the cops bring the sheets Left her on a bed spread, I didn't comfort her Crazy, I could make your bed And k** your b**h in the same line I still wonder how I could think about kissin' my daughter And k**in a n***a, in the same mind A bunch of top tier n***as lookin' regular Guess I'll throw my weight around I'm afraid your gonna end up in a holy field Ain't no time to play around No tie, son, Hitman verse Martin; I won't waste a round Feelin' like Cashis, wanna play? Cool, I'll shake him down Ash Cash your girl? I can't say nothin' ‘Cause beauty in the eye of the beholder You might think you got a bad chick Boy, I got somethin' to put Cash aside, like the last flip Only Ash is the ash, play body like a bad b**h b**h, you'll come home and find cash On the table, like the Fast 6 I want my sh** on the 12th at 12 on the dot Play, you gettin' shot, ‘cause everything timin'; I mean OJ Mayo But for them bucks I'll put grizzlies behind him A $100 bet for anybody that don't know What I'ma do to this n***a Split him in half, they gon' have to bag two of this n***a It's f**ed up, mother still need a view of this n***a Over the body, like, “Ewwwwww, who is this n***a?!” Hoody, snorkel and srap how I hide from the windshield I catch him in that car, say your goodbyes, it's been real Take two steps, squat, breathe and sit still Then sweep from the side, like parkin' on the street cleanin' side; his brain what you find on the windshield I'll have 100 bloods outside your house pop, Clips sick? It'll sound like I gave that man a cure when the shells done Options? Well, run, left trigger run, duh, he a frail one Besides, we treat them dogs like Asians Cuticle out, give him that nail gun Manicure, cuticle, nail gun, Asian, play on dogs That's a lot of sh**; Surf that type of hitman that just wave through, I ain't gotta holla sh** [Round 3: Charlie Clips] Let's get this funeral service started ‘Cause this sh** here should've happened a while ago Notice I said funeral, ‘cause your face was dead In Pharaoh's box, you be wildin', bro I won't even judge how you almost gave her the clap ‘Cause that's a talent show All I know is when I'm loaded n***as get caskets When I rap; shout-out to Calicoe Is Tsunami gon' get this work? Well, I mean of course, n***a See, it's my job to help you work on your drive To make your Porsche quicker I'm just here to expand your mind And make your thoughts slicker Man, I told Lux this sh** ain't gone work Let me get back to being a lost n***a I'm from a back block, where kids had to learn to play hopscotch around cracked tops My shooters computer smart But got a whole different way on how they usin' a laptop Hit your back space, watch your spine Get deleted once that MAC pop Your body shift, then your organs shut down When them caps lock You Tsunami, but your wave on the block make the fiends mad My work can make LeBron stop jumpin', it do your knees bad Got three fiends, they call me every morning Sayin' they need bags, I send the work out And watch 'em run to the base; it look like a freeze tag See, to you that's a punch, but to me that's just a mean jab My real punches Mayweather like, I know you seen Zab Let it ring at a square, bring your box in when I squeeze mags Get him ripped up in about 8 seconds; that's a speed bag Y'all want bars? Well, I got 'em, whether you want 'em or not Extended arms, hit your hood; look like I'm huggin' your block f** your girl, leave the condom on her p**y When I'm done with her twat Watch this hamburger help her And try to take my glove off her box You like her, you wanna wife her But me and my n***as, we get to share it My gun a motivational speaker; that sh**'ll life your spirit Tool so big I gotta propose when I get to air it On one knee lettin' it ring, like I went to Jared But you're big homie Crip, Tsunami Surf f** outta here with your boring tales! See, you get caught with guns But you never do time, you do more than tell You front like you wanna get locked up or go to war in jail You let them put the battery I your back But I know you can't endure a cell Ain't your last name on some gay sh**? Yeah, isn't it Cox? Well, listen Cox I don't wanna hear you rapping about grippin' a Glock And Suge real name is Jimmy… Yeah, Jimmy—just stop! Your parents had to be crazy To name you n***as Jimmy and Cox He like, “Nah, my last name Cox ‘Cause I'm hard on the block and I get big bread.” n***a, your last name Cox ‘cause your pops was a dickhead And tell that n***a Jimmy to watch his mouth ‘Cause on some G sh**, he can die after For actin' hard, I let somethin' peel at Jimmy; that's Viagra Big dot on Suge face, like Chrissy, when that llama blown All you'll see is somethin' ratchet Barking on Jimmy; that's Mama Jones Run in Surf crib while his family there, make 'em all lean This clip'll put every Cox in a box; that's a p**n scene Look at him, I got him tight They all probably wanna jump me if they could But they won't, you know why? ‘Cause n***as know my aim is way good Put that shotgun in Arsonal mouth, make 'em say "Suge" Headshot, watch his brain leave from the locks, like J Hood I'm back, this the Charlie Clips that f**ed up Tay-Tay Made X Factor cry and made Verb take a vacay You better call mayday, I start grabbin' that AK That sh** go sssmmaaccckkkkk I'll finish that when you pay me my 8k