URLtv, Charlie Clips, Tsu Surf - Tsu Surf vs Charlie Clips lyrics

We keep everythin’ in code now
Niggas tattle talk
On the phone talking 'bout his death
But it sound like battle talk
Call the homies for a quick holla
"It’s Summer Madness
Bring the T with a capital
In case of Rich Dolarz
He got Big T? Oh, put Mook
On top, or maybe Math, right?
I mean, Calicoe cool, I fuck with Shine
He mad nice
I know, I know, sound like silly shit
But that’s a code for a body
Let me tell you what that really meant
I call the Hitman, this some madness
He gettin’ knocked off
Bring a extra T with a capitol Tech 9
In case of Rich Dollaz in case it pop off
Big T he gettin’ quiet money?
I’ll put a dot on his head if the math right
It’ll be very sad i mean, the Calico cool
But that K will do him very bad
I hope you came with crack, I’m not Roc
These different lines
You know I’m on some shit
You’ll get drugged if I connect
Then throw him in a ditch
He’ll die for wifey? Dope
He goin’ with his chick
Bobby and Whitney I’m talkin’
Layin’ there, smokin’ with his bitch
You was puttin’ in all that work for Harlem
Never break yo' grind
Pick and chose your battles, cool
Take yo' time all that to get noticed
It’s like you waste yo' lines
‘Cause Lux came, how he take yo' shine?
That don’t ache yo' spine?
Lux got everybody in the world saying
"You gon' get this work"
All they remember you for is "Sike"
And killin’ Verb at Summer Madness
And Tay Roc, but that's light
I tie Clips to a chair
Then smack him in the neck
You gon' love the show 40 in DNA mouth
Only thing left is the bucket though
You watchin’
Charlie? Splat! Then that gun'll blow
I’ll ray Charles
Last thing he seen was his brother go
For them Washington’s
We’ll really Training Day somethin’
Do you hear me? Charlie’s house
This new 40′s got Siri
Even if every thing was debatable
I never gave a dub up
Fuck if you in the livin’ room, the kitchen
Or bathroom, I got one to lift the tub up
Me and my two sons burn down with the snub up
Them three fours bark'll leave
Charlie chuckin’ blood up
A lot of your bars average
To cover that you be jokin’
Make a scheme out anythin’
And "Sike, I lied" when you be chokin’
Your freestyle was cool
But that poor trick done worn out
He think we never get the picture
His lines be drawn out
You Chilla Jones grandfather age
That’s why your schemes old
They label him a winner
But nothin’ ever seem cold
Me, I feel like the old Vince
Still bangin’ when that can drawn
I should name what I carry kittles
No kitten, I want that man gone
Miss me with your Nets jokes
I am New Jersey, fuck is this man on?!
Mama told the D’s
"I ain’t know he took the keys"
D’s told Mama we found him head
Slumpt on that van horn
They say I got a problem
But clappin' tools help
And if that bitch did say
Somethin’ to the D’s
Then two to your moms, like after school help

I said, Rajon "Tsunami Surf" Cox
Wait a minute, your last name is… whatever
Dog so they put a nigga with one clear win
Against a nigga that arguably never lost
I be beatin' the best niggas in the world
With only two rounds
So that should show you who’s the better boss
So we both kings, but I’m Martin
You Sacramento, and Coretta soft
What’s poppin’, Surf?
Around what month did this
Battle get locked in, surf?
Wasn’t it like November?
Well, thanks for givin’ me this easy
Ass win I got you, surf
Got a dot, and that O red
If that’s your man, then you’ll
Let him spot you, surf
Flash it in your eyes, like, "That's light!"
Then let it rock you, Surf
And I hate when you be throwin’ shots
And you swear your bars go over tops
So you say shit like, "Urn and
Ash is 'Nash'", nigga, no, it's not
Urn and ash is "urn-ash", with your bird ass
If you were Nash
You probably wouldn’t figure that out
Until your third pass
I’m a legend, gave Magic a shot
Now he graduating out of bird class
Dismantled Roc
And a couple of my nouns made Verb crash
This cal'll bung ya, flip this nigga board
Make Surf splash you the champ? Well
You gone get your tidal waved
‘cause Surf trash pardon me, y’all
I always wanted to go through a surf bar
I’ll give shots, with your bitch at the beach
Like I created a surf bar
Or I’ll give shots, shots
Shots to everybody that’s a Surf bar
If he givin’ shots to everybody
He just buyin’ out the surf bar
Surf bar, google that!
For those who ain’t know
That’s a Google fact
But that was so out of this world
Some of y’all might just need Google Map
I’ll search for him
Then click on Surf that’s a YouTube app
The gun under the big T going
Bink bink biggity boo boop bap
You wanna know what's so crazy about this
Bro? It's I’m actually fuckin’ you
Up with all wordplay
I’m actually winnin’ this round
And I ain’t spit a punchline since Thursday
You want one? Okay, cool
You about to get a few of
'em in the worse way
From now on, December 14th
Is national "What the fuck
Happened to Surf?" day
You had a AR on your hip against Hollow
Right?
Ever since then it had my mind puzzled
So I went and bought a black K
That’s about this tall
It look like Shine double
Sit that shit right on your back
I make your spine buckle
The clip take 'bout 20 minutes to
Load I’m havin’ Vine trouble
But that gun is light
Let me throw that one away
Now we on to the next page
You know what I got too? A Smith
That will have your team runnin’ back
It will look like the Jets played
Got another gun, that will cock back
And blow your squad to the next gauge stage
What kind of gun is that? Shit, I don’t know
It’s unidentified, it’s like Rex age
They like, "Damn, what happened to Surf?!"
I don’t know, he got retired on Doomsday
Tried to get rehired
Then got re-fired when the tools spray
You never spent a G on your sneaks
If you do you’ll be lyin' by Tuesday
Your created player gotta be tired as hell
For you to have the G on your feet, in 2k
But let’s get these bars crackin'
Some of y’all might think that’s light
I did that line on purpose for y’all
See i just did some bold shit
I wanted to show you niggas somethin’ right
To show y’all that’s some cold shit
Proving Grounds niggas only get 30
000 views per battle
And them niggas be spittin’ some cold shit
And Hitman be gettin’ 800
Fuckin’ thousand views
And he be spittin’ some old shit
So you mean to try to tell me, so hold
On, y’all tryna tell me, I can say
"I’m that nigga that gave Tay Roc…"
And I hit Smack for cheddar?
If that’s the case, on some G shit
I'ma be wack forever
But don’t worry about this round though
Yeah, Smack, you extra… I fucked
Up… Sike, I lied, nigga!
You told them that earlier, I couldn’t
Fuck up if I tried, nigga
Let me explain these bars to you
Bullet on your head, like a Cardinal
You think your squad with me
I got that shotgun, it’s in my arsenal
How you want your ribs, nigga?
Action Jacksons, you want barbeque?
Lil’ nigga, I’m just here on stage
I came to slaughter you

See, this gon' be the slightest bit blurry
I'ma make it very clear
You need more than jokes, Charlie
This is why you'll get buried here
To stomach this shit, he should be good
‘cause he heavy there
The cops said: "It was just
DNA and DNA everywhere"
Rest in peace, Paul Walker!
Clips drop from a fast six
When I’m shootin’ shit
He in the whip? No Vin, these'll
Have that car scene lookin’ ludicrous
They said: "Surf, you gotta battle in the D
Better take a pair, a nigga might clap you"
Aren't you even half concerned I
Did what I have to?
Why? ‘Cause the man go 10 hours
With the lemon squeeze to a battle
Probably mean he definitely brought the
Banana clips to the Apple
And you from Harlem
Right? Tell Randy I shotgun Moss niggas
Tell K… don’t tell him nothin’
I already killed that soft nigga
Tell Lux I headshot red dot boss niggas
And my daddy wasn’t a lost nigga
My daddy had plans, goals, dreams
We had scams, foes, schemes
My daddy was drivin’ towards family, a gate
A fence we had gloves, a mask, tents
And why the fuck Roc keep sayin’ my name?
Tay, is he in these hair lines that’s LeBron
Tay send some Vikings through, did you
How I do Da Don, tay
You never seen a bitch like this
'til you seen mine Tay
Cops come, I don’t know the dame
Beef, I’ll rather face you straight
Like playin’ bluff at a Poker game
All I know is aggression, press him
Wherever you and your friends play
Puttin' more bitches in a box
Than Woman Crush Wednesday
I got a great resume
Can’t say who he battled fed X a box
Put a million views right on Shine
Practically never had a week battle
I was alone in Detriot
Classic, and with Con, duh
I been to snake fights Clips
Why should I be rattled? This a Desert
He ain't’ been ready for a gun this big
Since the Big T battle jersey!

I committed a few sins in my life
So Lord know I’m the wrong
One to be preachin’, nigga
But somebody gotta pray for your bars
It’s either gon' be me or a deacon, nigga
‘Cause you told Hollow ain’t nothin’ in him G
To make it sound like "MMG" you be tweakin’
Nigga
And you said: "When we get up, we gotta Meek"
Question: How do you "Meek" a nigga?
Lord knows I wanna bar you to death right now
But, I gotta teach the nigga
This my son, I haven’t been in his life
Well, now Daddy’s back to beat the nigga
I bought Playstation 4 three weeks ago
And played Street Fighter for
The whole weekend, nigga
If I had a chance to do that Maybach scheme
Cool, only I could have it my way
I would’ve told Hollow I
Need Millz by Thursday if you don’t have you
Gettin’ Dunplay on Friday
Hung the phone up on Hollow
Call my little bitch, her name Sharde
She 4’8", give great head standin’ up
So why lay?
You said: "If you want your life
Crawl for it you want tickets to the gate
Then it’s access granted
I’m on the block with
Somethin’ DeAndre’s size
One word to describe that night, Brandon"
That thought process was fire
But the DeAndre shit I would’ve
Threw it away pronto
I would’ve been at a nigga door 6AM
With the long nose it’s Gonzo
Soon as he open up "errr!"
Heat to the center of his chest
Throw a combo
One word to describe that mournin’: Alonzo
Fuck I gotta put in subtitles or somethin’?
Or slow it down and just diss
You? Yall ain't get it? I said, fuck
I gotta put it in subtitles or somethin’
Let’s slow it down I just dissed you
I see what you like to do, Surf
You steal niggas shit and you
Know I don’t condone it
You went from Dhalsim to Tsang Sung
‘Cause you battle niggas and steal
The life of your opponents
Well, I'ma tell you some thing
It’s time to wake up
Especially if you wanna dream like this
I dare you to steal my life
‘Cause you feed it in rider
To scheme like this
I said, um, the Nets lost they team, right?
Well, come and work for me
You a nigga I'd be proud to hire
It’s coke residue everywhere
You need goggles around my knicks Stoudamire
I’ll turn you into a vegetable
Put you in a garden when that AR spit
Aye, John John, I got a baby Wesson
But my shit name ain't JR Smith
I said, nah, difference is it Spike Lee
This nigga party with the losers
I’m in the center of the block
I’m Bargnani to the shooters
I got a JR Smith clip
Right? ‘Cause the God'll spray Rugers
So when I sub the clip then
It take your heart away, junior
To keep it 100 I had more
It was about to get worse for you
But, you begged to go three minutes
And I still made this hearse for you
But, I'ma give you bar after
Vat in round three
It’s gone feel like God cursin' you
They wanna hear bars, Surf
They ain't pay $60 cash to hear personals

You ever wonder what Mayweather
Would do to Pacquiao if he fought him?
What Elmer Fudd would’ve did to that
Bunny if he caught him?
Think of dismantle, destroy, destruction
Distort him sometimes an ass whoppin’ ain't
Always an ass whoppin’
If at the end of the day you taught him
100 bars, hella punches, and killer schemes
With a few jabs at your bitch
They gon' have to get her a cane
If she feel a pain
Hurricane, typhoon whatever, all destruction
Same shit i came with three clips, Charlie
Look, I nameflip even when
I don’t wanna nameflip
But back to that main bitch
Offer a pillow when I come for her
When she was sleep
Now the cops bring the sheets
Left her on a bed spread
I didn't comfort her
Crazy, I could make your bed
And kill your bitch in the same line
I still wonder how I could
Think about kissin’ my daughter
And killin a nigga, in the same mind
A bunch of top tier niggas lookin' regular
Guess I’ll throw my weight around
I’m afraid your gonna end up in a holy field
Ain't no time to play around no tie, son
Hitman verse Martin I won't waste a round
Feelin’ like Cashis, wanna play? Cool
I’ll shake him down
Ash Cash your girl? I can't say nothin’
‘Cause beauty in the eye of the beholder
You might think you got a bad chick
Boy, I got somethin’ to put Cash aside
Like the last flip only Ash is the ash
Play body like a bad bitch
Bitch, you’ll come home and find cash
On the table, like the Fast 6
I want my shit on the 12th at 12 on the dot
Play, you gettin’ shot
‘cause everything timin’ I mean OJ Mayo
But for them bucks I’ll
Put grizzlies behind him
A $100 bet for anybody that don’t know
What I'ma do to this nigga
Split him in half
They gon' have to bag two of this nigga
It’s fucked up
Mother still need a view of this nigga
Over the body, like, "Ewwwwww
Who is this nigga?!"
Hoody, snorkel and srap how I
Hide from the windshield
I catch him in that car, say your goodbyes
It’s been real
Take two steps, squat, breathe and sit still
Then sweep from the side
Like parkin’ on the street cleanin’ side his
Brain what you find on the windshield
I’ll have 100 bloods outside your house pop
Clips sick? It’ll sound like I gave that man
A cure when the shells done
Options? Well, run, left trigger run, duh
He a frail one
Besides, we treat them dogs like Asians
Cuticle out, give him that nail gun
Manicure, cuticle, nail gun, Asian
Play on dogs
That’s a lot of shit Surf that type
Of hitman that just wave through
I ain't gotta holla shit

Let’s get this funeral service started
‘Cause this shit here should’ve
Happened a while ago notice I said funeral
‘cause your face was dead
In Pharaoh’s box, you be wildin’, bro
I won't even judge how you
Almost gave her the clap
‘Cause that’s a talent show
All I know is when I’m
Loaded niggas get caskets
When I rap shout-out to Calicoe
Is Tsunami gon' get this work?
Well, I mean of course, nigga
See, it’s my job to help
You work on your drive
To make your Porsche quicker
I'm just here to expand your mind
And make your thoughts slicker
Man, I told Lux this shit ain't gone work
Let me get back to being a lost nigga
I’m from a back block
Where kids had to learn to
Play hopscotch around cracked tops
My shooters computer smart
But got a whole different way on
How they usin’ a laptop
Hit your back space, watch your spine
Get deleted once that MAC pop
Your body shift, then your organs shut down
When them caps lock you Tsunami
But, your wave on the block
Make the fiends mad
My work can make LeBron stop jumpin’
It do your knees bad
Got three fiends, they call me every morning
Sayin’ they need bags, I send the work out
And watch 'em run to the base
It look like a freeze tag
See, to you that’s a punch
But to me that’s just a mean jab
My real punches Mayweather like
I know you seen Zab let it ring at a square
Bring your box in when I squeeze mags
Get him ripped up in about 8
Seconds that’s a speed bag
Y'all want bars? Well, I got 'em
Whether you want 'em or not extended arms
Hit your hood look like
I’m huggin’ your block
Fuck your girl, leave the condom on her pussy
When I'm done with her twat
Watch this hamburger help her
And try to take my glove off her box
You like her, you wanna wife her
But me and my niggas, we get to share it
My gun a motivational speaker that
Shit’ll life your spirit
Tool so big I gotta propose when
I get to air it on one knee lettin’ it ring
Like I went to Jared
But, you're big homie Crip, Tsunami Surf
Fuck outta here with your boring tales!
See, you get caught with guns
But, you never do time, you do more than tell
You front like you wanna get locked up
Or go to war in jail
You let them put the battery I your back
But, I know you can't endure a cell
Ain't your last name on some gay shit?
Yeah, isn’t it Cox? Well, listen Cox
I don’t wanna hear you rapping
About grippin’ a Glock
And Suge real name is Jimmy… yeah
Jimmy just stop!
Your parents had to be crazy
To name you niggas Jimmy and Cox
He like, "Nah, my last name Cox
‘Cause, I’m hard on the block
And I get big bread"
Nigga, your last name Cox ‘cause
Your pops was a dickhead
And tell that nigga Jimmy to watch his mouth
‘Cause on some G shit, he can die after
For actin’ hard
I let somethin’ peel at Jimmy that’s Viagra
Big dot on Suge face, like Chrissy
When that llama blown
All you'll see is somethin' ratchet
Barking on Jimmy that's Mama Jones
Run in Surf crib while his family there
Make 'em all lean
This clip'll put every Cox in a
Box that’s a porn scene
Look at him, I got him tight
They all probably wanna jump me if they could
But they won't, you know why?
‘Cause niggas know my aim is way good
Put that shotgun in Arsonal mouth
Make 'em say "Suge"
Headshot, watch his brain leave
From the locks, like J Hood
I’m back
This the Charlie Clips that fucked up Tay Tay
Made X Factor cry and made Verb take a vacay
You better call mayday
I start grabbin' that AK
That shit go sssmmaaccckkkkk
I’ll finish that when you pay me my 8k