URLtv, Tsu Surf, Nu Jerzey Twork - Tsu Surf vs. Nu Jerzey Twork lyrics

Y'all know the rules
Classics are back muhfucka i told Ars'
Red and Suge you was Jersey and you started
To "Jersey" and you made me mad muhfucka
You can't do what I do unless
You did what I did
You ain't did half muhfucka
12 gauge, Double Impact jump this Shotgun
You a bad muhfucka the address to where you
Standin'? 17-8-8 Shit's Creek
God prolly flash 'fore your eyes
That car crash i seen my granddad this week
You want another contusion? Skull oozin'?
I will lift heat
They said you gon' be nothin'
Like my last two battles how?
They both like six feet!
You know what's loud as hell
When it hit the ground?
Stupid, tall niggas with big feet
Longest I've been from my 40? Two days
It felt like six weeks
But, you a Goodfella, livin' in
The Field Of Dreams
Waitin' to be traumatized
Last actor I left stinkin'
But, if Ray leave odor (Liotta) , I apologize
Reach God, I mean even if you
Did make it to Heaven
Who the fuck tryin' to teach God?
You ever felt chicken hit grease?
I seen a nigga face get deep fried
I damage shit i mean it immediate but nicer
Than a grandma kiss answer this
Think I hit you with all 30
Then the gun and a clip?
Hearin' things, questioning my brain
Can't answer shit voices and war
(Anwar) in my head
"Go kill him and his management"
You the reason for these dumb ass gun sounds
Bang! Baow!
That shit is for the new new school
Me and my class
We wasn't even usin' them moves
But, if I did, I'm coppin' me a few new tools
I want ya life
I turn Twork's Goon goon room to Ray's
(Boom Boom Room) speaking of Life
We in the house with the Glocks
I'm like "tie up everybody", the mom's
The pops this where I put a biscuit
In these gun lines, that'll make it hot
We gon' start with ya mother
Losin' her life while Ray daddy watch
Or here's a better sound
Tell me am I havin' any luck
Cause any bitch Twork
(twerk) in front of me, must wanna BUCK
Buck! buck! buck! buck!
Only need one homie so we
Slide in the Coupe though
When it come to sendin'
Bucks Twork I'm Antetokounmpo
30 clip, I let it go 'til it's zero shots
They was there, now they not
We don't see no ops
Cremate 'em, end of story, won't be no plot
Til they slide your body out of steel drawer
From a wall like a PO box
Roc can't watch you die
And that's something I respect
On the set, except
I'll watch a nigga take his last breath
But, I see you with your Cali Pirus or
Pies or what y'all like to say, "Roosters"?
Y'all hood ain't to far from the 60's
What y'all know 'bout the shooters?
Smack and Beasley don't care
They just happy they could raise a face
Two gem stars to Smack child
I'll show you how to razor face
Hands come together
Let us pray, 'Amazing Grace'
You know how a rooster scream in
The morning before the neighbor wake?
Fuck, I gotta put it
In subtitles or something?
I'll have a Rooster screamin' in morning
(mourning) 'fore I go to any neighbor wake
You the bitch
I can't really sit at your set sweet
You need more than a vest Wave chasin'
We don't jet ski
Do it look like it's too many Bloods
In here or is it just me?
I will have them hit every P in this bitch
Except P
I will Lee Harvey Oswald, snipe a guy
You should feel like you in the ocean
On a boat, with a tiger
This ain't the Life Of Pi i yelled
"Neighborhood" once then the locs around
It'll look like a concert outside
If I scream "Rollin'" Loud
A whole bunch of stackin'
Crippin' up in here
Take more than two steps
I travel than whistle through the air
I will put a green light on Jerzey
I send my man, actin' like a fan
"Can I get an autograph"
And we right (write) on jersey (Jerzey)
And if it ain't $40
000 or better than it's fuck haters
Iron Solomon, Math, John John (nut chasers)
You know the fuckin' rest man

I feel like URL's so deceitful
Like, how y'all got me and
My bro just beefin'?
They called my phone said, "Surf" I
Saw smoke comin' out my hood
I was overheated
But then I started thinkin' 'bout
How big headed you've gotten
I kinda feel like my homie need it chokes
I ain't come up here with no dirt on you
No personals i gotta make sure this even
I don't wanna play a game of Swear To God
I wanna play Go And See Him
Caught him relaxin', like, "You comfortable?"
I still remember that old Surf
Choked on Lux, choked on 40
Went straight to caught him a tantrum
Come back, got two good battles and now
It's all of these antics
Don't bring me no motherfuckin' kids
That's until we got your daughter for Ransom
Shotgun, sawed off the cannon
This bitch bangin' contract killer
"Twork" just another name for "clause"
(Claus) , like Chris Kringle bitch bangin'
One of us gotta die tonight
This shit ringin'
I might see mid, you might see
(Macy) Gray, this bitch singin'
This clip'll bury you, i know you all tough
Now this shit's hysterical
Once he see the shoulder strap, the Wave
(way he) fold up, it's Miss America
This bitch embarassin'
This nigga on the saddest shit
Once his music pop
He think he livin' with the rappin' tip
He don't give it up to Smack and shit
He think he bigger than this battle shit
Please, that nigga Tsu (sue) commercial
"Have you been injured in an accident?"
Matic grip, or this Eagle get to soarin'
On your fuckin' shorties chokes

Matic grip, or this Eagle get to
Fuckin' soarin', slide on Gun Titles
I get to squeezin' on ya fuckin' shorties
Roc get clapped, Chess get clapped
That nigga Eazy get to screamin'
I'ma up the 40
If he die today, the funeral for Eazy '
(Easy) Like Sunday Morning'
What y'all doin'? Chokes

What y'all doin'? I done
Ran through the whole
Gun Titles and you might just die
You talkin' 'bout, "got 'em next time tiger"
So you in the same boat
That's The Life of Pi like the ride
I know you gettin' shot in Newark
Made you miss Budden's house
This bitch a clown
Should've never left that big comfy couch
I'ma kick somethin' out
You gettin' shot five times
Then survivin' got you thinkin' that
You can't get killed
Til I put the homies on him
If it's a robbery they gon' plan a drill
Like, "Yep
He shot with Johnny Dang' he got expensive
Chains oh he glam' for real"
You walkin' 'round with that S on your chest
That's just something for my man to steal
(Man Of Steel) cannon peel
Heckler's shoutin'
You said, "Three battles is $160, 000"
I'll never doubt it
Morning of, black glove, black clothes
I set the outfit we check the houses
Go to the crib, flip the
Bed, behind the portrait, check the couches
That shit like stealin' candy from a baby
I came out 'bout six pounds and seven ounces
You'll be dead in hours
All this Neighborhood Crip shit
Gonna get you offed at home
Get found wrapped up in your living room rug
All carcass bones he said he'll stop rollin'
Over his dead body, but a carpet won't
I'ma spark ya dome
I wanna see what that static 'bout
I know you been battlin' way before me
I could give a fuck about your rappin' clout
But way before you made
'At Your Mother House'
I was hidin' long shotguns at my daddy house
You keep tellin' me how you been a pro long
(prolong) and you gon' make me drag this out
Anybody, gettin' on SMACK just now
Never take advice from these older cats
If I did, it would've never did nothin'
But hold me back i mean
This nigga Surf askin' me I
Got for the Drake battle right?
That ain't got nothin' to do with you
Where your focus at?
But, I do got a coke business
Nigga you can put your nose in that
I had loaded gats, I sold some crack
I had pills, weed, lean, stinkin' sour
I even hit the corners too, hard
Like Pinky driver
I had dub bags, dime bags and shake
I got fiends gon' be an addict
(attic) 'til they die like Anne Frank
Damn straight i used to preserve the pills
My trap house was busy all night
White, Micky's in the freezer
That's Disney On Ice
Right, I was movin' up the pack
I told you that I can pay you
I need a feature after this so studio
We should get into it after that
Cause they might scream "3-0" for you
At least "2-1" after that
But, if so, it's a fight
We gonna get into one after that
Clip, dump, we goin' into one after that
Y'all wanna save Surf, press 9
Than two 1's after that
Matic clap, at his hat, I got TEC's galore
Baow, your flesh get tore
Baow, that one gon' put the Wave to sleep
Rest assured (a shore) less is more
You want me without the screams though
Well this pristine slow this pristine flow
Drive-by, creep slow seen bro
Thing blow i hoped on I95 bingo thing blow
Hundred round locked in a nine inch dingo
But the chopper that to stand on? One foot
Like a flamingo i done cooked Chamberz
It's Jersey but I'm from the
Town y'all from Newark
That's why I never took favors
I already battled Ars', I'll kill O-Red
I left Suge danglin'
Now I run up on a Rollin' 60 Crip
The hood banger
Heard he be on the phone with jakes like
"State Farm" just like a good Neighbor
Jersey

Imagine him
Uppin' on me before I up it on him
I be squeezin' on the Sig'
You would never hear that Blood blew
(blue) first, even though it is
I done put in work in Ranges, pickups
Toyotas fuck I gotta put it
In subtitles or somethin'? Smack shit
Stainless steel cold but I'm
Colder from long range
A decorated soldier with a Rover
I done trained in drive-bys, pickups, Toyotas
Facts i literally clapped niggas into comas
Before you was Strapped In! Jumpin' 'round
Pacin' it was a Michael Myers jump-in
The mask off with Jason lock pick the door
Eeeeeerrrr stick my face in
That was 12 years ago
How the fuck I'm still amazin'?
For ten plus years I've been Strapped
In and still name standin'
Any time URL wanna groom a
Nigga for Ultimate Madness
Surf do the Real Name Brandon (brandin')
All that bark
We could take it to the roof if you dare cuz
Shoot a round from the nose
We get to doggin'
(dog in) Jersey like Air Bud
You got bad news and worse news
Tell me what you want first
Hollow tip, off whoever jump first
I'm a lemon pepper type of nigga
But the drum jerk
I order niggas to get killed
(kilt) , we don't want skirts
Irony, I fired it plenty of times
The gun work
Wait, should I have brought my lunch
To work cause my lunch Twork
Y'all supposed to be the same team
I beat him like I never heard of a Jersey
Aaron Hernandez merch, you can't get by
(bi, buy) a murders jersey
But we is the same team, see
I don't really wanna harm ya
Just here to show that I was
Here before Jersey like Under Armour
Wait, that's a Curry flip, murder shit
How much you weigh? It don't really
Matter when the 30 kick
Shotgun shell, these crack your spine
NWX leave, Goonies leave
I know that niggas wanna clap they 9
Tryin' to think disloyal Real sick
(Sikh) , somehow I can't wrap my mind
Shit, fingerprints, gun DNA, rule one
Never leave jack (Jakk) behind
The mortician tryin' to prep him for his wake
His hands shake, he shook his pride
Cause he used to watch your battles
Now he gotta make you look alive
Chopper silent like the "T" in "Tsunami"
With the sights for the aim on it
I'll show you how a T (ee) work
Rest in peace shirt with your name on it
You won't get by me with ease Jerzey
Say, "please, " Jerzey
Who the quarterback from New Orleans?
This ain't (Saint) a breeze (Brees) Jerzey
Should I take his skull and kick it off
The stage or take it back to Jersey?
I feel like Vince Carter jumpin' over a
Seven-footer before I even rapped in
(Raptor) Jersey but for me to be a loc
It's ironic I seen plenty red
Copper bullet, penny head
Good idea, hit his head
Shit'll swell, bigger head
Bull dog, lift and spread
Death forever, dig his bed
Tried runnin', bit his leg he say
She say, man tell her that nigga dead
I get aggravated, start decapitatin'
Get ahead (a head)
We don't monitor halls, no passes
Trip instead the ops got it out for blue
I keep it in for red (infrared)
My hitman still vegan he be seein'
Shit that's in his head
Still don't like the meat but gotta
Eat so I send him bread accent barely
I don't know what the nigga said
Stake out, he gon' wait
(Weight) Watch better than Jenny Craig
He just like results
Results is usually "nigga's dead"
Last op need help to shit or
He gon' shit his bed his arm strong
Everywhere he go he gotta lift his leg
Before 2
18, you niggas wasn't on the radar Twork
I mean a painting is a painting
I just wouldn't say y'all Surf
In the streets I'm Van Gogh, Picasso
They don't even hang y'all work
Brush me wrong, I paint
Pictures with this AR, twork
(artwork) we had to find a muhfucka to
Know if that semi work
Mad I ain't like you when I came home
Who the fuck wanna be friendly first?
Smack, we seen monsters before, give me Twork
But, I'ma need the best you
On the biggest network
Not just any (NE) Twork
I'm 5'8", this FN57, this a bigger problem
You ain't get the message? Wrong text
(TECs) sendin' problems
Somethin' occur, grant his wish
Split his conscious
No bullshit, it'll whistle, take off Jerzey
(jersey) Dennis Rodman
I feel like your punchlines
Be about anything, you just like talkin'
It's like you see the route and
You purposely go right off it
You should've called me 'fore
That battle with Roc
I wouldn't have helped but they
Use Caution flips quite often
You Twork, I'm expectin' you to hit Roc
(k) around the back and off
An elbow White Chocolate
I ain't glorifying jail
But, you ain't got one
Felony arrest in Jersey i told Smack
"I ain't tryin' to kick it if I can't get
An extra fee for doin' you messy Jerzey"
I be smokin' on a big fat Juicy
J while I'm scopin' on a job
I see him touch the door
Hop out 'fore he even go inside
Surprise, cops find slob on the nob
Like corn on the cob and if it ain't $40
000 or better than it's fuck haters
Daylyt, Aye Verb, some other nerds
Nut chasers smack don't call my phone
For nothin' but paper this is my shit

I feel like you imagine a lot
You got all these horror stories, jail cells
Get in a small room
Hear an echo and then gotta take
It back from the top
You said they hit ya arm
Your wrist, your rib
Hit ya back and you drop
You can never say my slogan incomplete
I talk about shit I actually pop
It take a nigga like me to
Clap you in a coma
Just for a nigga like you to tell
Them what happens after the shots
You'se a has been
I see your little group though, I like 'em
I don't really have friends
I done ran through the whole Gun Titles
That's a fast flip
I battled Chess years ago
I ain't have to worry 'bout his ass since
I battled Roc two months ago
We ran off with a classic
I beat the shit outta Eazy on a
One-rounder he got his ass whipped
But, I ain't gonna come up here and talk
About the shit I went with Du
(do) and did, that shit past tense
Mag' grip, I'm actually mad
All that fuckin' up I did in the first round
I should've just clapped his ass
Ratchet blast soon as the battle start
Wave one down like a taxi cab ratchet blast
9 burst nigga you don't wanna try Twork
You gon' die first 9 burst
Two Glocks shoot mysterious ways
Like how God work 9 burst
That's gon' be some bigger damage
Truthfully this not really the
Way I planned it
Truthfully I was supposed to battle Shine
You just another person I had in mind
Like I'm schizophrenic grip the cannon
Gun fire one sided this gon' be the death
(deaf) people needed, like subtitles
It ain't gon' be no more Gun Titles
Once I take the leader out 'em
I'ma back out, give you ten Tsu
(tensile) , they can't eat without him
If my people rob 'em
We gon' keep that discrete
You brought Raw Bunch chains
For the whole gang, just to bring that to me
He losin' his mind, goin' through Hell
Blowin' up my cell
He been tryin' to get them for weeks
Whole crew got robbed for the R &
B's, he on my phone like, "We have to meet"
I'ma creep past his street
This bitch waitin' to get dumped
Shotgun foamin' at the mouth
You'll get rabies if you touch
I know you survived a couple bullets
But, it's a gauge up to his gut
Looks like the Office Depot is
Closed down for good
And then the Staples opened up
I've been waitin' in the cut
This a race and shit we be raisin' shit
Head on the plate, Asian dish
Glock 9, eyes slanted, Asian fish
Nah, nah, nah, we be raisin' things
Pistol whip, face beat to God Maybelline
My bad major league mike Jack' made 'em lean
19, 13 on the 20, Asia Dean
I made a scene, line up the gauge
The whole Raw Bunch could get out of it safe
If not, y'all get caught in the crosshairs
Like Iverson braids
Since we on the topic of Iverson
I'm thinkin' IVs in the ER, son
Don't put it in subtitles
I was never good at solving riddles
I gave the Pirus all a memo
Like, "Brake in take him
Don't harm the kiddo"
And just leave out that you
Rollin' like an armadillo
You ain't soft you brittle
You couldn't play me if you want
You got your name from roller skates
I know your shit'll break up in the front
You gon' wake up in a trunk
Surprise, my men'll follow you
Take you to the highest building
Then they bondage you
Call your mother Kim, like, "We need $80
000" it was $100, 000 but my men is logical
Before we roof this nigga
We gon' make sure the price for Kim Possible
Clip outta you if not, then bye to you
You gon' let you keep your jewelry and shit
Cause trust me
You gon' need it for your funeral expense
Big blade, I pull something out
Size of a ruler in his rib
Put somethin' in Tsu Sharp
You'll be right be in that
Suit your wore again
Let's get through it with this shit
I'm tired of all this bag snatchin' shit
These niggas talkin' 'bout I stole the purse
That's not how y'all makin' it sound
Y'all actin' like I snatched a purse and
Wrestled an old lady to the ground
I mean I stole a purse but I ain't
Wrestle no old lady to the ground
But, I also robbed drug dealers
I was takin' niggas pounds
Before you tell 'em about a purse Tsu
(pursue) , make sure you tell 'em about how
I was chasin' niggas down
Matter-of-fact, you fake and a you a clown
I'ma get you back and do you trife
I'll catch your mother comin' out of Gucci
For that bag she'll lose her life
She in the store like
"Oh it's to die for" and
That bitch absolutely right
I'ma drag her 'til she die
That's yo' bitch ass problem
Choppin' like a syntax bombin'
Grip that chopper rapid fire
Or I can switch that option
I can turn this bitch from "Off" to "Spray"
Look like a Windex bottle
You better switch that drama, I might match
I'll send my little homies to do the drill
They might clap you slide by, slide off the
Mongoose, off the bike, clap you
Your life flashes
I swear to God, 12 years old
Little sliders White Castle now I'm blastin'
Jersey

Why you tryin' to explain
Takin' that old lady frail bag
I mean, me and cuz had to
Clutch back to back once we
Never wanted no Chanel bag
I mean, when I found out you
Was Jersey, I can't lie, i was glad
But then you start doin' stuff
That kinda made me mad not bad
Bad, but bad i mean, you was supposed to
Fuck Coffee but cuz, you ate her ass?
I know you be Strapped In
But, you need to take a chill pill
Because 'bout three days you said
The bitch looked Ill Will
Them cuts on your face look likedeath
I'm glad you survived
Whatchu do when you work up? Shit
When I woke up I cried
How you here? Air bags? Is
It fate? Was it God?
Remember last time you slipped on that
Round late you could've died
How many plates you got in ya
Head? They won't like ya fate
I'll pistol whip him so bad
That the pipe'll break
They see Twork, I see another life to take
AR-556 hit his skull
That head plate will be a license plate
I was lookin' at them shots in ya car like
"Hilarious it wasn't tinted"
Worried 'bout me gettin' shot
They want you dead so bad they shot
Ya car and you wasn't in it
What, you drunk off that casa? Blanka?
But we keep fire I don't know if this guy'll
(Guile) shot we kill Ken, they'll sleep by ya
If that was me, "bye son"
(Bison) , those hollow tips eat (E) Honda's
Boy, they had ya car lookin' the
Bonus round of Street Fighter
That shit kick like Chun-Li
I was in a cast for some weeks
My memory vague
A nigga still hear them blasts in his sleep
Arms long as Dhalsim
But that's when it's beef
Strapped for the heat, stop
Spin a punch Zangief
Streets, boy all you got is glass in ya seats
If the nigga that was from my
Hood would've shot ya car
It would've been repercussions
Did disgustin' how you live to see
(sea) shells in ya bucket? Am I sure
(shore)? If the coast clear than we buckin'
Last nigga thought Surf was a beast, trip
It wasn't i run the state
Anything else make my stomach ache
Bird hover like he on the
Boardwalk eatin' funnel cake
Your manager followin' ya dumb ass around
He better be about it or we'll see about it
Just a news article left for Anwar
They gon' have to ask Rita (read) 'bout it
If you ain't heard about it
Boy we'll put it to ya ear
Champion will never be the same
We'll nominate ya man
Bitch for Widow Of The Year
You a battle rap dummy and I see now
Drake gave Smack 100 racks for you
To rap and you went senile
Then he gave him half of that
To rap in front of him
You had two straps in three rounds
If they won't tell you, I will (wheel)
Staring (steering) at your career, where would you be now
I got ten you got five, you could be me now
Debatables with Cortez
Casey beat you all three rounds
I don't wanna hear about 40 nigga
Don't say a word it's levels to these tiers
40's fourth round was better than her third
And if it ain't $20
000 or better than it's fuck haters
Iron Solomon, Math, John John, nut chasers
Smack don't call my phone
For nothin' but paper rap nigga

You don't really mean well
I've been tryin' to unite Jersey
But, you such a snake, you'll make up
Some imaginary beef just for a check
That's why our team fail
You can take his battle
With Shotgunno further details aye Suge
You got that battle with Tsu from
A fake fallout like Ezal he don't mean well
You just a hopeless soul
You made fun of Hitman for havin' a mom and
Dad cause you come from a broken home
Ya mama was a dyke, your daddy wasn't there
You had to join a gang cause
You couldn't hold ya own
You only joined Rolling 60's cause ya
Papa was a Rolling Stone
Though it goes, and though it shows
The curse sit on you stumbles

You was supposed to do a 3
To 5 for your first pistoly lint remover
How you doin' all this Rollin' but
Don't no dirt stick on you?
That ain't even the worst shit on you
I mean when I listen to your rappin'
You can never tell
But shit all these rappers rap so
You can never tell
You think you movin' up the scale
With all this fuckin' clout
"I got million view here, million view here"-
Nigga shut ya fuckin' mouth
Your funeral viewin' the only one
I give a fuck about shut ya mouth
Tsu Surf from rollerblading
You can't moonwalk on skates and clap heat
You are not a shooter,
That's how I'ma do ya llama through ya
Pop a Ruger
And let one dangle over ya head Majin Boo ya
Smell his dead body in the air
That's embalming fluid
Coroner's got the 60's lookin' real nice
Like ya mom a cougar 9'll shoot ya
Nigga you an opportunist
And you had the wrong ops to shoot you
You wouldn't have been here if I had the TEC
And make sure you kill me
With been life after death
You right, you a vet
You right you my idol, you Jers' muscle
Cause every time I seen you fuckin'
Up I wanted to burn somethin'
I seen Big T beat you
Had you up against the turnbuckle
Then I get up here fuckin'
Up, comin' with two rounds
Knowin' I ain't got no third comin'
They laughin' at me cause I be chokin'
But that's the only thing I learn from you
You'se a firm sucka
You should give Troy every
Single loss he made i never heard you call
Yourself "Smack gunner"
You seen Drizzy two times now
You "Dark skin Drake"
You'se a fuckin' groupie
You've got flaws for days
I can't believe how fake you is nigga
Cuts round short jersey