UDubb Network, Tsu Surf, Shotgun Suge - Tsu Surf vs. Shotgun Suge lyrics

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 shit that'll knock
Son out his Timbs
He at his car with his bitch
Thinking she his friend
Sixth Man Antwon thought he was the shit
Now my brother dead hangin' on the rim
I really put in work, Surf know
I know Pac-Man, who the fuck is Surf bro?
Hеy Pac's, ask ya little man
What kind of real nigga 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"
Fuck 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 nigga beat two gun charges
He take a lot of shots, miss most
He Stacey Patton
Word on the streets this nigga is rattin'
Word on the streets this nigga's chattin'
"Oh nah not Surf he bout that action"
But then I remember
He always stingy with the
Cheese this nigga 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 fuckin' with me? He must be
Sniffin' that shit 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 shit 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

Hey Arsonal, that was cute
Find a date and I'ma tie that bitch 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
Nigga gon' change in the end
This the biggest battle of your career
Here I go doin' favors again
That shit 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 motherfuckin' virgin where I'm from-
Pause where I'm from
You ain't good with them niggas 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 shit i should black his shit
Extendo, 'matic clip
Knock patches out his head
He'll be mad as shit
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 fuckin' go
Don't ask me what my life like
Nigga you already fuckin' know
Savage shit, package flips
Project, pack of Crips
Half a Grape, half a bitch
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 shit
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But Suge miss us with the simple shit
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 shit 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 shit
If he die after this battle
It's cause Jimmy knew some (Newsome) shit
What a flip, and his name Jimmy Newsome shit
They said, "Shotgun too big"
So, saw the pump
Shit 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 bitch found his text and
She tripped on him my bitch a goon
My bitch 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 niggas 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

Ayo i watch his interviews
He tried to call me his son
Fuck 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 bitch, the devil in a blue dress
He got waves now
I turn that shit 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 shit
Not even a good chat
How the fuck 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 shit? For the camera
He was nowhere to be found for me
And Trick Trick convo in Atlanta
That shit 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 fuck that
Let's get more current with this
Let's talk like you really a bitch
How you let Calicoe put you in yo' place
How you let Calicoe scream in yo' face
That nigga Calicoe has some heart for him
You know he pussy, he was quiet
That nigga 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 niggas
With heart rep him
I let niggas with heart check him
Boy- I should
I think I should heart check him
He ain't never did shit, who he murderin'?
How the fuck 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 nigga 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 damn near feelin' you
Even though your whole career based
Off Charlie Clips killin' you
That shit you do not even rappin' to me
This the best shit that ever happened to me
Best wanksta, internet gangsta
Magazine mobster shit on his whole roster
Type bastard to shit on his own father
Ain't a problem child
Just a child with a problem
I had to talk to him real quick

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 shit
Shackled niggas
That court van felt like a slave ship
What my life like?
Goin' outta state catchin' charges
In a faggot 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 shit make me mad
You ain't never been to Week Way, westside
Central or Shabazz
Don't ask me what my life like
That shit 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
Shit 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 nigga
I had bananas since a kid, you
Turned Grape when you was grown, nigga

Fact- false

Facts, you heard it!

False nigga

Facts! You a sucka

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 shit
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

Jersey

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
Nigga that's just the fraud in you
You knew I booked my flight, you was there
I did a blog witchu these rap niggas 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 shit'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 niggas 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' kill him and his bitch
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
Shit equipped, lasered up
He get a round in his
Back like a Wrangler truck
He said he the new Mook
The new Mook? This nigga smokin' moon rocks
I should smack him, knock him out
They gon' have to carry his
Body like a boombox
The killer 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 scrape 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 fuckin' 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 nigga stupid with the
Gun like Cheddar Bob
We been had guns, chopper shit, room rockets
Tsu rock i was raised in it
Moms always kept a deuce under the
Bed in the shoe box they say "Hi!"s pen real
Trigger finger this pin real
These FMGs in my strap make
Surf do a windmill

Random everybody hold ya middle fingers up
Fuck Raw Bunch as a staff
Record label and as a motherfuckin' crew
And if you wanna be down with Tsu Surf
And the Raw Bunch then fuck you too
Aye Tay Roc, fuck you too!
Hitman Holla, fuck you too!
All you mothafuckas, fuck you too!
Die slow mothafucka
My fo-fo make sure Hitman kids don't grow
Jersey

"Free my brother Surf on that strap charge"
But never sends shit
This how Magic Johnson feel knowin'
His son a big bitch
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 sex
A new Magnum from Jimmy hat
Hit the mark from 60 yards
Field goal kicker shit
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 shit
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

I'm done i'm done
I'm done i'm done
I'm done i'm done
I'm done i'm done
I'm done i'm done

He won