Tsu Surf - Until Further Notice lyrics
[Tsu Surf - Until Further Notice lyrics]
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Type of demons you find in hell
He want five or better, we gon' fly the mail
Two types in this world
You either buy or sell
He won't say a word to 12
Probably gon' die in jail
Barely wanna wear my watch
You know they say time will tell
Lawyer well acquainted with your honor
We don't gotta tell
Baby brodie did it for the block
So he don't gotta bail
Youngest hitters make 'em sit the bench
They don't play a lot
Durk losin' Von make me think
About Gray a lot
Cartier blood diamond wrist cost
A few to bling pussy good, if I propose
I get her a NuvaRing
Wrong hood, you dead here
I've been gettin' dressed in
Case it's pictures, think it's feds near
Most my niggas face tatted with tears
Or on the fed tier
Gotta keep the stick around
Certain information shouldn't leak
I think a snitch around
Know it's ceilings for him when we catch him
Don't be bitchin' now
Stand up nigga, system got him
How they sit him down?
Thirty for insurance, don't do Geico
Where I'm at, the pipe go
I could call a fiend to
Give a hundred grams lipo
Half of thirty Percocet
I call her for the throat and neck
If he an opp and he ain't dead
Then he ain't never posed a threat
Hammer spinned, blowin' Cali buds
This Banana Piss
Prayin' to the heavens, panoramic shit
We don't do no pork, beat the courts
I might lease a Porsche
Lamborghini trucks on Lion Ave
Who the king of Newark?
My killers know my mother, family, brothers
We need each other
The wolves get to howlin' 'cause they hungry
I feed 'em suckers
Fightin' for his life, but he givin' up
Twenty-five to life, we send him pics
He gotta live through us
Gave niggas guns, gave 'em bread
I never give 'em trust
Barely puttin' cut into the product
How we get the rush gang, gang
Type of demons you find in hell
He want five or better, we gon' fly the mail
Two types in this world
You either buy or sell
He won't say a word to 12
Probably gon' die in jail
Barely wanna wear my watch
You know they say time will tell
Lawyer well acquainted with your honor
We don't gotta tell
Baby brodie did it for the block
So he don't gotta bail
Youngest hitters make 'em sit the bench
They don't play a lot
Durk losin' Von make me think
About Gray a lot
Cartier blood diamond wrist cost
A few to bling pussy good, if I propose
I get her a NuvaRing
Wrong hood, you dead here
I've been gettin' dressed in
Case it's pictures, think it's feds near
Most my niggas face tatted with tears
Or on the fed tier
Gotta keep the stick around
Certain information shouldn't leak
I think a snitch around
Know it's ceilings for him when we catch him
Don't be bitchin' now
Stand up nigga, system got him
How they sit him down?
Thirty for insurance, don't do Geico
Where I'm at, the pipe go
I could call a fiend to
Give a hundred grams lipo
Half of thirty Percocet
I call her for the throat and neck
If he an opp and he ain't dead
Then he ain't never posed a threat
Hammer spinned, blowin' Cali buds
This Banana Piss
Prayin' to the heavens, panoramic shit
We don't do no pork, beat the courts
I might lease a Porsche
Lamborghini trucks on Lion Ave
Who the king of Newark?
My killers know my mother, family, brothers
We need each other
The wolves get to howlin' 'cause they hungry
I feed 'em suckers
Fightin' for his life, but he givin' up
Twenty-five to life, we send him pics
He gotta live through us
Gave niggas guns, gave 'em bread
I never give 'em trust
Barely puttin' cut into the product
How we get the rush gang, gang