Dope Era Battles, T-Rex, Tsu Surf - Tsu Surf vs. T-Rex lyrics

Oakland, let's go off on some hot shit
O AK landed as soon as I did
I've been watchin' a lot of your battles
Shit be gettin' dark for Rex
I call Fab like, "For the sugar, tape
Chalk for Rex"
No sweat, I want your ass sick
(Jurassic) , Park for Rex
Long clip, I'll let it go
Zig zag, it's a method, eyes closed
Ain't got to try, seal the top, no effort
A real method to my madness
All I know is politics i dusted off Roc
(k) and kept him, I'm an archeologist
Besides Roc I hate the Dots, most of 'em gay
Fuck Mook, I wanted him
(M) , I started with two O's and a K
There's something different in my mind
I don't be feelin' peoplе
K-Shine got traded from The Littlе
Giants to the Village People
Chayna Ashley y'all toughest nigga
No punchline what's ya son name? Christian?

Watch ya mouth

Lord please, forgive me for backsliding
I'm in that crib holdin' Christian
Underwater tryin' to baptize him
With these silly thoughts
I'm prolly gonna live in Hell
And with this Louieville bat, man
(Batman) I'll make Christian bail (Bale)
Ask about us, everything you heard
My neighbors wildin'
We be in his crib, basement
Bangin' upstairs like the neighbors wildin'
Turban shots, that's a wrap for his head
Hand me the towel
Bodies on bodies on bodies
I'm tryin' to see a pile
Gun flash in his face, he'll see a "pow"
No bullets, gun butter
Simple fact he'll eat a cal' (cow)
They said, "Why you travel alone?"
I said, "Nigga please
You never know when the Nina will blow
That spray on me for breeze (Febreze)
I keep bullets about this big
Hit two people when I people
My nigga Ars'? Left on me
That nigga ain't even make bail
So I understand how you feel about Shine
Let's go

Grown man bars, somethin' you gotta deal with
No matter how many of these fabricated
Lines he 'bout to say
It ain't gon' equal up to this real shit
Swear To God you ain't an informant nigga
You prolly got a lil' microphone
Under your shirt when
You ain't even performin' nigga
Swear To God you ain't an informant nigga
Say "swear to God"
Swear To God you ain't an informant nigga
Swear To God you ain't an informant
This nigga up here be the
Same dude that got caught
Up in Detroit then he bailed
Out in the mornin'
Supposed to have warrants
But the next day posted
Up where he performin'
Your lawyer must be the truth nigga
Lil' Wayne gotta go to jail for a gun
But they make exceptions for you nigga?
Revolver, not even a shell will drop
This nigga got a chopper and a badge
He a heli-cop
I'll have him leakin' brain juice
'fore his melon pop
My niggas gon' shoot him 'til I tell 'em
"Stop" street movin'
We never lose, we gon' spray
You 'til the TEC jam
Unjam then keep shootin'
Y'all students and we? We
In different brackets the scope make me near
Sighted like prescription glasses practice
Then go back to playin' with
Christian like shit didn't happen
Nigga that'll kill but I do
Same niggas I came in with
I'm loyal they still by me
So they keep that steel by me
So if I'm feelin' any way
They start playin' Call Of
Duty with real bodies
This shit here is a waste of my time
Until I walk up on stage with the
K like I made up with Shine
That's my little brother, I love that nigga
I say it with pride
I just wish he'd holla at me
Before he made up his mind
The world comin' for the esse's
I tell 'em that I needed the next day
Now this that Sea Doo flow
It's a literal x ray
I'll kill everyone in ya family
Members until that death day
There's no snitchin'
And you a sucka if you cool wit'
A nigga that you know snitchin'
On my block we got a gun big
It's that tank missed the Cal'
(Mystikal) it show us that it's No Limit's
They call me "Roberto" this what you do man
Them pills bring the bitch outta Surf
What? Y'all give Tsu Zans (Susan)?
Sent two deep in the Odyssey that's
The Kill A Nigga Sudan
This revolver wouldn't jam on a
Fast break with two hands
Who out here sellin' guns?
Who got the metal? I'll cop a (copper) steel
My man in the pen' he
(penny) use nickel plated on
His block for real
The lawyer only got him a dime out the deal
It could've been a quarter
Now that's the power of a dollar bill
Dot Mobb, we got the whole town buzzin'
Big dimes of sour, I got pounds of it
I'm speakin' volumes when I
Say "the loud comin'"
I got a couple niggas killed Surf
I'm proud of it
Dot Mobb, you heard we the ones
The shooter holster blend in
You never see the guns
Y'all tryin' to play like I'm sold
Y'all try to think that we the ones?
I'll bring the ratchet on TV, I'm Peter Gunz
'Erybody always talkin' gun shit and they'll
Get a nigga hurt shit
And once that paperwork surface
We'll really see who Surf is
See I'm leavin' with this nigga head
You lucky it's one rounder
Butthis nigga dead!