UDubb Network, Calicoe, Tsu Surf - Tsu Surf vs Calicoe lyrics

Anything anybody ever wanted to
Say, don't worry, i'll say it
Jersey vs Detroit woulda never been if you
Woulda pressed Suge when he violated
You waited to get all the way back to
Detroit to address a situation you slacked on
You shoulda socked him, or pulled
Him to the side
But that's definitely somethin' you act on
I know how the rules goin'
I respect the street
Proof amazin' man, and may he rest in peace
But, you? You really need to stop
If Uncle Proof was that important
Tell me why he ain't pop
It couldn't have been the money
That can't be a fact
Cause that was 3 years ago
Niggas was barely gettin' stacks
Ironically, SMACK booked all Jersey
Niggas in Detroit
After Cal' ain't clean up the mess
He figured if he put the bounty out
Uncle Trick Trick'll clean up the rest
You can't make it to the league with that
Game and I just wanna see you dunk
But moves like that show you ain't
Comfortable in the D without Unk
And if you really feelin' how you
Rap, we can do it now, nigga
You play with birds, I play with birds, wow
Nigga that's "Cuckoo" vs "POW", nigga
Named that 40 "December", that's a Cal' ender
And what kind of advice is
"Lay down and act dead"?
In Newark, if you ain't dead you
Better get up and bang, nigga
Ars put Calicoe on my line, that's bait
"Hello? You rang, nigga?"
Everything ain't always straightforward
Sometimes you gotta look at it from the back
Pay attention Cal', it ain't what you got
It's what you lack
Oh, you read the scouting report
Did ya homework?
Man, fuck that, you dead meat
And I ain't Moses, so pardon what you Red Sea
(read C) it's no real amount of money that
Can equal up to your name
And no matter how many
Practice shots you took
It never equal up to the game
That mean you heard I be strapped in
Sparking with the clips
But, it's different when I'm standing
There barkin' in yo' shit
A lot of niggas watching this
Prolly never heard of Cal'
Good, less of a connection when I murder Cal'
Beef, just chill, this a
Different type of burger, cal'
I lift it up then lift him up
That's how you vert a Cal' (vertical)
How you do it? What you 'bout?

6'3"

It don't even matter when that barrel
In the roof of ya mouth
I seen this shit break brick
Imagine what it'll do to ya scalp
Oh we home, get the pick up truck
We movin' him out
Feel like Tyrese in Baby Boy how
We Snoop in the house
You battled Suge and said you had
A show with Rick Ross
When? Where? Did he know you was there?
These battle rap niggas say whatever
And y'all let it slide
I say I'll blow his fuckin brain out and
You look at me like I lied
(You know we gotta talk about it right?)
You was skinny dippin' with six bitches
None of them was in the pool
None of them was in the picture
And it got Gram'd by your man six bitches
None of them in the picture?
Bitches love the 'Gram
I just need a little of ya time
I'm tryna see what's on your mind
You said when it's real shit
That you don't gotta rhyme
Where was the bitches?
Was they standing there watchin'?
Why was your ass turned around to ya man?
Headcount
How many niggas pull they pants down
Turn around and look back at they man?
You can't lie to me Cal'
Just rap to these fans
You don't like me cause I know the real you
Miss me with that slick shit
I could get trafficking charges
For shippin' Calicoe
In a box back to Trick Trick jersey

Rajon, Rajon, Rajon
It's been a long time coming, nigga
Just keep it real, we in Jersey
Did you get yo' gun in, nigga?
Cause, I know when we had
The battles in Detroit
I definitely got all of my guns in, nigga
But the difference is we in the same
Everywhere, we got them guns here, nigga
Remember a couple of weeks ago
You called me extra-contract
Sayin' "We can't speak on none
Of them legal issues"
Cause' you know I was gon' end you
But, I had something in that contract, too
I wasn't rappin' 'less my gun
Got in the venue
Cause who's to say Rajon won't act tough at
Home and turn into a Supa nigga
And I'ma have to say "Fuck this
Battle" and just shoot the nigga
Nigga, I came all the way to
Your house to offend you
I mean, if we was battlin'
You wouldn't want me to talk about
The money I lent you
But that shit we can't speak about
Is exactly what we gon' get into
Cause takin' the easy way out of a
Real situation is not what men do
(yeah, yeah, this nigga first time here
He don't fuck with y'all)
Hypothetically speaking (I'ma talk you to)
Hypothetically speakin'
Let's say a nigga gets caught a pistol
This one is simple
Tough at home, but on the phone
With niggas soundin' so gentle
And you supposed to be back in
Chicago to take back a rental
Instead, you stay in yo' city
To bail that nigga out, that's just official
Now, I ain't sayin' y'all are
The closest of friends
But, you treat the situation like a
Nigga that you was kin to
Cause you've been locked up before
And that was one of the worst
Situations that you done been through
And he got out of jail and tweet "Fuck you"
The type of shit that makes
You wanna break his jaws

Nigga, I ain't even take his call
Cause' this battle is real, my nigga
It ain't fake at all
So did I speak on the situation or
Not? Did I break the laws?
But in Detroit we got codes, we call it
"Giving Drake a call" cause first
They gon' 'Start From The Bottom''
And nothing's gon' be the same
After I make the call
You a snitch, and a bitch
The type of nigga that
Gets the jakes involved
He might testify against me on my
Case after I take his dawgs
Gloves and revolvers, nigga
I ain't leavin' a trace at all
Make you call all yo' bitches before you die
I'm a step ahead of the forensics
Tryna trace the cause but face it, dawg
You thought you could eat off of me
And then you noticed I'm not for lunch
Scheme, I put ya team in a box
Like they tryna block a punt
Shoutout to my acting bad-niggas, I
Could've went to Michigan State
Or probably U of M instead, I'm out of town
With Michigan plates
Like give me two of them
Matter of fact, I got a
Couple of racks on me, give me a few of them
Cause when I get back to the D
I know exactly what to do with them
Y'all think I give a fuck when I'm on
My knuckles robbin' niggas if you with them?
Nigga, that's the first thing we asked
When we was walkin' in, nigga
Is "Who with them?"
Fuck, I gotta put in a subtitle or something?
Nigga, that's the first thing we asked
When we was walkin' in
Nigga: "Is Tsu with them?"
But he the type of nigga on Instagram
On some "I'm living so lavish" shit
And end up gettin' smacked with the
Burner for not havin' shit
Now it's a tragic switch cause you
Done get your cabbage split
The goons feel me
When you rob a nigga for nothing
You be mad as shit
You 'bout to get stuck up, hoe
But you a average bitch
I had to bring the Social Security
Since you the baddest Crip
Behind this Tsu-surface
No, nigga, I said I'm gonna Tsu surface
Tool burstin' clap both of y'all
And now y'all need two hearses
Scalpel from his head to his chin, boy
I'm a true surgeon
Everybody wanna be BIG 'til they
In that blue Bourbon
But, I don't disrespect vets
So rest in peace BIG
I know BIG died in a green truck
But he a Crip, right? So he fakin' now?
Well, I'ma make sure they all in that
C-section when they take him out
These guns ain't leaving no chicken pox
When we break 'em out
You ain't have no plans after A?
You better make 'em now that's being C
(B&C)
Cause when they pull up inside that GMC
Jump out asking questions and shootin'
They ain't TMZ this battle on steroids
I wrote the shit that a Genius see
This battle on steroids
I wrote this shit in the GNC
Focus on you, and stop focusin' on being me
Nigga

The difference between me and you?
Everything, especially how we bred
I'm not gon' talk about shit
That came out ya mouth
No, actually I'm gonna talk about shit
That came out ya mouth
Not what somebody said
No nothin' no bitch heard, no prosecution
Anything anybody wanted to say
Don't worry I'll say it

He choked

Call it a choke call it a choke I'm
Not rappin' 'til niggas be quiet call it
A choke put it on the tab I'm
Not rappin' 'til you niggas be quiet

And you just tried to freestyle and
You choked nigga let's go

The difference between me and you?
Everything, especially how we bred
I'm not gon' talk about shit
That came out ya mouth
Not what somebody said
Not no shit I heard, not nothin' that I read
You can talk about them bitches and what
You heard from some other nigga
We only gon' speak fact and why
I think you some sucka nigga
Vs Rex, you said "Mook was in Lucky's
I was 'bout to make him bleed"
Bitch please, cause when you
Was battlin' Shine, and
Mook came from behind, it was "Mook, listen
Listen" so tell me what's the difference
You wasn't makin' nobody bleed
That shit wasn't goin' far
Cause Mook got in ya face and you
Said you ain't even hear the bar
Pay attention, this how you pull a nigga plug
Vs Rex, you was 'bout to make him bleed
Vs Shine, you swore to God on your mother
That you was showin' love
"On my momma, on my momma
Mook was in Lucky's I was showin' love"
These battle rap niggas say whatever
And y'all let it slide
I say I'll blow his fuckin' brain out and
You look at me like I lied vs Rex
You said "If he came to the strip he
Prolly wouldn't last a day with you"
Ask Smack, we went to Detroit
He invited us to the strip and I
Ain't last a day with you i tried think
"Why? If he come to my hood he'd be good"
Then it hit me, cause they with you
I mean, we locs, but they in blue
Talkin' beef, invite me to ya strip
I see pork well, who you tryna cater to?
Somebody shot up a precinct in Detroit right?
It's just something I'm tryna get clear
Cause vs Rex
You also said "We lost half the
Staff when he was in there"
I just need a little of your time
I'm tryna see what's on your mind
Cause you said when it's real shit
That you ain't gotta rhyme
Who is we? What do you mean by staff?
Staff mean all the people
Employed by whatever
Keep talkin' 'bout what you talkin'
I'ma stay on the same route
We only gon' address shit that
Came out ya mouth
(This all fact, this ain't no raps
This not raps)
Why should I think you from the hood why
Should I think you from the street
Vs NuBorn, you said "My daddy 'bout to do
10 for fuckin' wit' Meech"
No, your daddy a grown man
Made some decisions and got cuffed
And you the sucka nigga that just
Clearly threw Meech under the bus
Shout out to Meech
But fuck you and that whole Detroit orgy
Only BMF I know is this Big Muthafuckin' 40
Ya daddy was a trapper, that might be true
But in our face off
You said "My daddy had bricks since I was 2"
(Shhh! You gotta be quiet bro, for real
You gotta be quiet) any objections, go 'head
Cause, I never seen a battle rapper with
A police escort until you battled O-Red
I mean, you had some tough lines
But that protection shit was corny
And if you did bail me out
You know my protection be on me
I should send that picture back to your dad
Cause if he a real nigga
You make a real nigga look bad jersey

I watched Goodz tell you
"Shut up 'fore I give you a
Pack and let you flip that"
And you responded, "I'm the shooter
I don't sell drugs", but I don't get that
Cause he attacked you on camera right after
That and you ain't get back
That's when I noticed this battle shit wasn't
For me cause it was just rap
What, you been workin' out? Well
What's a six pack to that click-clack?
Arm and legs, mismatch, tshh to the dispatch
Just moved a hundred things out in
The road in some gift wrap
You worried 'bout this battle
I'm worried if my shit get back
They say "Cal be slackin' in these
Battles", that's how it feel, right?
Nah, Ca'l ain't slackin'
Cal' just live a real life cal' got family
Cal' makin' sure they bills right
Cal' got bad bitches that let
Me buy them Jordans occasionally
But they in that red bottom heel life
See, Cal' focused on music
Cause that's what Cal' love
So Cal' went to Humboldt County
And got a Cal' plug, huh
See these battle rappers only talk
About what they see
So this my last battle, but in a sense
They'll still be battlin' me
See, what I tell you? These battle rappers
Only talk about what they see
So as long as I'm in the streets, shit
They still speakin' on me
My pops home, yeah
And I'm one of the best at this shit
So we told Smack "Fuck rap
We wanna invest in this shit"
Notice I ain't even been talkin' to Surf
Cause it's a lesson you get
I was taught you wastin' your time
With tryna question a snitch
And who's the snitch here? Rajon Cox
We told y'all that tough talk gon'
Fuck around and get Rajon shot
We showed up to Rajon with a blindfold
Got Rajon John Doe'd
Put a 9 in Rajon back and left Rajon Rondo
But now we ridin' slow, pull up to his crib
I'm tryna find bro lock pick his door, eee
Make sure the blinds low
I heard he got a blue check on Twitter
What? you signed bro?
Well we gon' put the same amount of money
On his head that he signed for
Long nose, Gonzo, I wait with the shotty
Bring pain (Paine) like Martin
But, I'm on my job I'm
Never late with this Tommy
I send them boys through in Broncos and
Have 'em wait in his lobby
Omaha, Omaha, nigga, I'm Peyton Manning
That's the play for the body
How many guns you brought with you? Cause
I brought a few i brought two 40's and a
Chopper for an audible
So find the nearest exit out the
Door is what you oughta do
Cause you don't give a fuck about your life
But yo' daughter do
I see her on Instagram, you a great father
You keep that Gucci and that Louie on her
Boy, she so pretty
It's gon' hurt me to pull this toolie on her
But, you be makin' money from the
Documentaries and movies on her
Battle rapper's daughter found slain be
The movie on her
See, we rolled out here for the Super Bowl
In a bitch car yeah, the Lions made it
But we throwin' bullets before
The shit starts
You said you had family in the D, nigga
I'm like "Which part?" extendos on a 40
It's stickin' out by my hip part
Can shoot for 30 seconds fore'
My original clip start (Go 'head, nigga)

Broad daylight (Daylyt)
That disappearance won't B Magic when
He hear the Boom red everywhere
Shit I ain't even gotta Holla when
I give it to him calicoe Loaded withwait
We might as well shoot the
Card in his living room
He'll be laying there dead I'm
Talkin froze out his skin
Guess I was just on some Bull-shit
When it Rose out again surf vs cal' on UW
Well, you gon' need two you's
Can you double you?
Pull up in two Vs together, that's a double U
With somethin' to spin two cars
That's a double U
I named that bitch "Alf", no joke
It's not funny, believe me, he G
Cause if I gotta lift Alf a bit (alphabet)
None of y'all will be seein' the D
You came to fight
Stupid? Where ya 'matics at?
It's Cocky under this Tall T, imagine that
Blah blah blah, all I hear is chatter rap
The biggest nigga get touched every time
We hack a Shaq
Suck my dick, it's nothin' you could for me
Lux put him in
I'll take Cal' out of the box like a new 40
For the cheese, we come
'round with the toast, grill him
Send a magazine at his door
And probably won't bill him
He'll be paralyzed from the
Neck down, that's torso
He probably won't feel 'em
Two straps, overall, the objective, kill him
Brooklyn Hanz invited you outside
Tell me why you ain't go
You would think I was a Love & Hip Hop fan
I hate to hear he (Tahiry) said, "No"
I been wylin'-

Jersey

Clap it up for the UW Battle League
Alright now hold the applause
Cause we still got one more round
To make y'all go into awe
I heard you burned a couple of bitches
You like to go in it raw
But then your name clique Raw Blunt, see
Now you're going too far
See this clip, will make him slip
While he holdin' the wall
And stand him with an uppercut
Looks like I'm bowling a ball
I got a gun so big
Looks like it grew and it's tall
That bitch'll put a hole in wall
The size of a hole-in-a-wall
Being the first nigga out that hall
Is what best to do
Cause, I'm shooting cops first
And I'm shootin' the niggas arrested too
You know I got two twin 40's
And they just for you
Get him a box, no emojis
I'm trynna get that message through
Who the fuck are you talking to
Then I'm shooting before question two
Don't disrespect me
You know I never had respect for you
You called me like "Can we not speak on this
Can we not -"
I'm like "Nigga, do what's best for you"
How you call me on defense
And I end up checking you?
I told Shotgun Suge, face to face
It's not safe for him to come to the D
He said "Not even if I'm rolling with you?"
"Not even if you comin' with me"
Then Arsonal said "I need some money
I'ma come to the D
Plus some niggas lookin' for Sugethey
Ain't coming for me plus I'ma call Jahweih
He got the guns in the D"
Then they got there and noticed
Everybody got the guns in the D!
So they did the same
Thing every other out-of-towner
Do when they come to the D
Got himself in a sticky situation
And came runnin' to me but Ars' is my nigga
So I gotta keep it a hundred-and-three
Cause, I know if the same shit would
Have happened to me in Jersey -
He probably wouldn't have done it for me
It woulda been a bunch of Jersey
Niggas out gunnin' for me
But, I would have been
Bustin' back, screaming "Bitch
I come from the D!"
None of these niggas done want it with me
Niggas be getting beat up at battles
Them niggas ain't done it to me
That's why I'm all up in yo section
Like "Who want it with me?!"
And that wasn't even in my battle
Just how a nigga feel
I was listening to "The SOUL - Tape Two"
It gave a nigga chills niggas be gettin
Beat up at battles, they ain't done it to me
That's why I just walked through they section
Like "Who want it with me?!"
And that wasn't even in my battle
Just how a nigga feel
I was listening to "The SOUL - Tape Two"
It gave a nigga chills cause now we chill
They loaded up some steel
I was wishing them niggas would
Cause I'm knowin' them niggas will
No disrespect to Serius Jones
Cause I know that nigga for real
Nothing wrong with getting knocked out
But, you gotta wake up
Knowin' them niggas kill
So my entourage, not just entourage
I know them niggas for real
And they was gon' get hands dirty
I told them niggas to chill
I did battles in Brooklyn
Battles in the D, too
I'm way up out his division
Nigga, you're like D-2 you're see-through
From California to Queens Zoo
Why is this the fourth battle in Jersey
And first time they seen you?
This nigga dead
He's the only nigga bragging about
Robberies that he didn't do
He was the look out man
Police just happened to ride by
And they seen you none of you niggas ain't
Fucking with the king
I could tell you real life
Stories about yo' bitch
And that's a sucka nigga's dream
That's why I'm all up in yo
Section like "fuck you niggas mean?!"
I clutch him with the thing
While he's tucking in his jeans
That 44 mag' will make a sucka nigga scream
So many shooters we can show up
At The Rucker with a team
I just killed Rajon Cox, in his home
And made him feel wack
Cause there's a difference between
Metaphors and real rap!