URLtv, Tsu Surf, Brixx Belvy - Tsu Surf vs. Brixx Belvedere lyrics

Now last time I was here
I did some shit that could've got me murked
Beef was cold
But shit I'm known to that Rocky work
Now them sayin' that little clit
Prolly squirt got me irked
Then another pussy tryin' to ride that Wave
You punany Surf
I got Bloods for that homi work copy Smurf?
80 cover your front and back like a jers'
Your bitch do anything for some
White Castle and oxy Surf
Your Bay? Guantanamo
That's where the cops meet Surf
He coppin' work? You got a fuck bucks?
You fucked
I want it all from birds to 8 balls q us
Ars' drove if you bus (t)
White sheet Klu Klux plastic like Nicki
(Minaj?) nah, I don't give two fucks
Who us? Nigga we suit up like church clothes
Roll up on these Grapes for them perp' O's
(purple) get a hearse slow
See the magazine, "Wave Wherever Surf Go"
Red dot and before he pack son
That's Clarence the mark down Surf clothes
No arms?
Cool, I got hands, damn, where that smirk go?
Knock that frown off
Get a Bobby Brown jaw and a Nerf nose
You need Jesus leakin' with a hurt soul
Hurt throat cause, I served that Addam's
(Adam's) Fam' like Lurch, whoa
Take it personal, I hate you
Everybody in Surf's club get wiped
Out in a wave pool sleep on me
I don't give a shit what they paid you
But Yogi should've told Boo Boo
I will hibernate you wait Tsu
That fat fluff, is the muff and you the
You don't get whipped cause you got yo' L's
Nigga you the driver sugeyou a liar
He ain't firin' the pump
But, if we crash even Shotgun gets a
Bag for ridin' with the front
Chumps catch a combo for the cash
Don't count on bein' safe, bein' brave?
Catch a straight shot, nigga E&J
Fag, got one foot in the bag
But he don't see it straight
Think he ill on them pills but that X ain't
A Factor if that winnin' ain't in yo' DNA
Now speakin' of seeing straight
I wasn't gon' say shit
But why you say somethin' so tough
Then do this gay shit?
What? You put yo' hands on yo'
Hips when you spray clips?
No, you put yo' hands up on yo'
Hips, when you dip, he dip, they dip!
I said nothin' could prepare me
Please, Lord spare me
Cause any nigga that claim Crip and
Do this shit scares me
I don't care if his name is on some NOME shit
One question SMACK
Y'all niggas condone this?
Battery in his back
Y'all fags don't acknowledge it
Turn him around and see double A's
(NCAA) on some college shit
Brixx the king, I will squeeze
Unlock his shit
Left his memory on this square
Like a floppy disc
He tweak, beef, let's meet
Whatever block he with nah, he call
Talk? And it's all off karate flicks
Caught wit' chrome, a day later he home
But he not a snitch
How he some New Jersey Devil but never
Been through HE double hockey sticks?
Nigga what got me pissed is
This shit is a mismatch
And I'll still make a bar and grill
Out your ribs and six pack
Question: How you ride that Six flagbut
Scared of rides at Six Flags?
We'll beat him the fuck up
They'll cover his Blood with his Crip rag
Snitch ass
Take ya cap and ya zone, no touchback
Serve, no Spike, might leave your
Dog on the rug, rat (Rugrat)
It's yo' time? Fine, where the plug at
How he a Crip when he really
A bitch with a Blood rag
He top five on SMACK? Cool, I can honor that
Classic battles? All L's got him that
It's a fact Tsu, caps blew
(blue) for that Dodger hat
It's ten of us then it's 10 4's roger that
You see the toast, your man is ghost
That might haunt ya
You gwappin'? That chain, you rock it
(rocket) , I might launch ya (launcher)
Clip pump, make the kid dump like Tonka
Straps spark over green backs like Blanka
I palm up and get the Glock involved
That shit'll split him down the
Middle like Stockton Mall
For a stat, that gat or cannon get fired
Get checked with that 4 or 1K
(401K) since you plan to retire
I ain't got no views Surf?
That's cool Surf, but who's worse?
He said, "Brixx"? Nah, shit ball, pool verse
Queue Surf
That Rueg' hurt, that tool squirt
Open ya new shirt yo' Big T
(ee) gon' see what these Chalakabooms worth
I'm a loose head in my tool shed
Let's demonstrate
Oshkosh overalls, mask off of Leatherface
Chainsaw his door
YEING YEING he's at Heaven's Gates
What's the odds of huntin' for
A god? You better pray (prey)
The fetti's straight for all
That yapping around here
Where I'm from? The boys in blue ask
"What happened around here?"
It's 45, UZI's clappin' around here
Go tell URL I do the SMACKing around here
Get this nigga outta here

First off, for me even takin' this shit
You lucky it be a lot of handshakes
And smiles in ya battles, don't touch me
If they think you G after this L
You gon' see why
(Y) they say, "Surf get ugly"
My bitch hit my phone said, "It's a party"
I said, "Word tell me where
And tell ya girls drinks on the
House everybody gettin' shots of Belvedere"
I know you wonderin'
"Why he tellin' me that silly shit?"
Cause that's a code for a body
Let me tell you what that really meant
My bitch said, "It's a body", I said
"Word tell me where
And tell ya friends get the fuck out the
House cause everybody gettin' shots
If Belvy there"
You probably gassed up right now
Itchin' to rap i hope ya mother pray for you
And your bitch in the back
I'm a million miles from home but still
Got a chip on my back we in Stockton?
Shit, it's gon' feel like Atlanta if Josh
Get a Smith in his back
Boy, I will trend everybody in ya family
I get them pounds poppin'
And if I don't make it out
Them homies gon' be like Sacramento and
San Fran' how they so round
(surround) Stockton
You prolly aim the shit but
You don't bang the shit
You get mosh pit mangled by a gang of Crips
I'll pull that 4, cock, then bang the 5th
Headshot of Advil if he don't die
His dad will like Jaiden Smith
If you was a MAC-90
Then I'ma brown M2-50 cap double
Clip the extended version
Clip'll burst and hit each
And every different person
Soon as he think, "Phew" that shit'll worsen
And the management hit the jackpot
I play back slot until it clack pop
Then let it go like I'm tryin'
To be the bigger person
You wanted wreck, right?
Well let's get straight to the shots then
I ain't deep for the Jazz
And address me as "John"
Cause, I brought enough homies to get
Everybody in the Stock' ten (Stockton)
You? Prolly reenact what you see on TV
Somebody goin' to commercial
Fuck I need to put it
In subtitles or somethin'?
You reenacting' what you see on TV
Somebody goin' to come hurt you
Until my goons go into action
For them Benjamins and Jacksons
Couple Franklins on ya head
I know some Bloods that get
It crackin' but for him?
It might not make sense so
It sounds a lil' funny
From the outside lookin' in
Since that T bag
Brixx ain't been good wit' his money
With that automatic I aim at that addict
And give him six shots of penicillin
Fuck I gotta put it
In subtitles or somethin'?
With that automatic I aim at his attic and
Give him six shots up in his ceilin'
You either come with a million punchlines
General bars and mad flips or get personal
Try that Crab shit and get yo' ass whipped
Always 100 percent one hit his head, one hit
His head, three stomach shots
Two hit his hips he fall
I feel like I ain't make a shot
All night how I keep shootin' Brixx (bricks)
Boy, I had a half a million views
On my last war, you had 80, 000
Totalon your last four
I will beat you with that booty ass style
That you Jungle niggas think you got
If the URL was the NBA
You wouldn't make the Cavs
(calves) like ankle socks
You prolly play wit' that but
You don't spray wit' that
Blade on the arc and saw (Arkansas)
Docs will never get that razor back
(Razorbacks)

Oh, you brought cheerleaders, huh?
Well let me tell you how much these
Mags got and how these pompoms feel
Fox said I was doin' it for URL
Well why the fuck I still
Get that GrindTime feel?
Type of nigga that lie about
How he see the ki'
Talkin' 'bout he drove through Delaware
Met his connect in Maryland and
Brought three for three
I know that's a lot since my Virginia niggas
Claim they never seen him in the DMV
Fuck I gotta put it
In subtitles or somethin'?
I said I know that's a line since my Virginia
Niggas claim they never seen him in the DMV
For Brixx to be so soft he bolder
(boulder) than he look i should rock him
Oh, you one of Con's cretes
(concrete) , I know, I can spot 'em
Why throw pebbles when I can send the
(cinder) block to chop him
I don't care if that vest
Made of stone, steel, kevlar or copper
It'll look like a wrecking ball hit him
He gon' need construction workers
Instead of doctors
You look like a horse jockey
Take that into consideration
Fuck I gotta put that into subtitles?
You look like a horse jockey
Take that and consider racin' jersey!