URLtv – Tsu Surf Vs T-Top lyrics

[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
I finally understand what Mook said about Iverson in that crossover, silly me
Psych, I take the cross over on Jordan career
High 37, and Mike only had 23
It's about the fight, win or loss
Why pick on somebody helpless?
If you can't paint a picture on your own
You make a stain on somebody else's
Since we on the topic of Iverson
I'm thinkin' IVs, ER, son missin'
Aye, I end up on that island with him
Somebody come get him
Money on his head, I only answer if the sum different
I'm TS and you 'bout to take a Pun visit
I will spare your life, but the trunk, you 'bout to jump in it
We got all night, Melvin Terrell Bryant
This just early round blunt twistin'
I don't wanna hear about your big bags and your jar deals
Mommy sniff coke, you pitch coke in the hard field
You seen me in your state
You ain't in Newark where them cars squeal
I walk through Carolina so much I got tar heels
Said they say they call him "The Bear"
Well, I'm there, like, "Where that bear at?"
Catch 'em by his foot, he cryin' wolf, I'm in that bear trap
Look like a bear, taste like deer snacks
Treat him like a bitch: I had that Magnum hit a bear back
'Cause I really don't fuck with y'all right now
Y'all mothafuckers the reason I'mma make a slaughter off of Top!
New chopper I named "Blood," I bought it off a Op
Custodian after school: walkin' with a mop
Earl Manigault: I can knock a quarter off of Top!
I pull up and cop everything you sellin'
And we don't even buy those
What was your biggest problem? Math?
Boy, I stood in front of Hollows
What kinda bear is you: koala, panda, or gummy?
Nigga, bet it on you, then he a motherfuckin' dummy
Let him ask Beasley for a raise, he'll hell-no him
If this was ball, first play of the game I'll elbow him
Switch blade, three strikes, razor blade, shell to him
Eagles will do Terrell Bryant like Terrell Owens
I ain't Saga, I been to Hell, I can tell you what fryin' is
Long clip, 60 out of two fours; I'll Kobe Terrell Bryant's kids
You on Smack now—wow! Feelings of joy!
In URL years by grade, this nigga's a boy
You on contract to rap every time they snap
Us top tier niggas call that fillin' a void
Pull up in a horse, you gon' need more than a toy
Wrap him like the Greeks, send the pirates, ahoy!
Know your history, know your school
I've been Smack since a boy
Who ever thought I'd kill these niggas in front of Troy?
I kept Hermes belt for the ride though
Switch-blade shape him; Steve Harvey at the Apollo
I send my dogs in the hole if we find out that puss hidin'
I tell 'em, go and water well his block
If we find this puss hidin'—Hermes, Apollo, Poseidon?
That's all Greek shit, mixed with street shit
Three flips, back to back, like a Meek diss
No multiple choice, you're gonna get hurt or you gonna die
I played possum for you, ain't even gonna lie
We lookin' for you, and you standin' on this corner, why?
Lickin' with the Bulldog, look like a bullfrog caught a fly
Win? I think not, but I do see Terrell tryin'
We got to sit through three rounds of trap shit
And Terrell lyin'; we gon take our shirt off
And twist it round our head when we hear 'bout Terrell dyin'
Eight from an 8, some deers couldn't catch it; Terrell Bryant


[Round 1: T-Top]
I say yo, well, it's T-Top vers' Tsu Surf—well, let's dissect it
This pussy wouldn't get the W if Plies said it
I'm rollin' through your neighborhood with a prosthetic
Bitch, that's a arm that detatch in five seconds
I'm talkin' quick as a Vine message
As soon as Smack say "Nephew"
Grab the pump, take his life, God (guard)
Don't let him be another nigga that they rescue
Suge punched you in your chest, well, if that gauge press you
Your man bringin' 60 roses like a Backpage special
Bitch, I remember you was
Poppin' on your block, a hot commodity
Well, I'll get it poppin' on your block
Watch somethin' hot come outta T
I let it fly in your face: it's not from poverty
Start pickin' off the head: it's not the lottery
I'll split a nigga shit: it's not biology
Teach him how to wrap his head up: it's cosmetology
Nigga, fuck what you tell the fans
For years, you been watchin' me
Even hosted my first battle, the open eyes can see
You came back to the Smack stage after you copied me
That's robbery, how this bird nigga started mockin' me
Well, save all them struggles, my nigga, 'cause I don't give a damn
You see me snap and try to steal my stories, like Instagram
I told Brizz, "I get the bodies, you go get the van!"
I leave the scene two Cortez's: that's spic 'n' span!
I click and blam, nigga, you better spark somethin'
Yung Joc: I lean over here (hair) just to part somethin'
Water too hot for the pot, it got the jar bustin'
Told my fiend: "Look both ways!"—it's like a car comin'
And Tay Roc, bitch, you stole that line
I told you that when we were sparrin' on the phone that time
What you gon' say? I rap about cookin' dope? That's fine
I fuck around and leave Roc(k) on the stove next time!
Speakin' of Roc, I'm really in the field, Tsunami
With them trappers, we really movin' crills, Tsunami
So much water, I had to use a real tsunami
And started whippin'—you ever seen a real tsunami?
Bitch, you lucky you ain't get killed, Tsunami
The way them Newark niggas was hurtin' him
Mad 'cause he reppin' they hood but he from Irvington
Them bitches left bottles in his section like they servin' him
Shit, I'd have put the 5 to his back, like I'm burpin' him
The nerve of him, went to the Lou'
Got smoked by Verb and them, they murdered him
Called out Mook, but he wasn't deservin' him
We all watched your career die and rebirth again
'Cause that's when Roc gave you life like it's your third offense!
Bitch, see, you fucked up
You suppose to break him down and move the rock
You broke him down and started usin' Roc
Out here takin' all these battles, lookin' like you usin' rock
Bitch, what happened to that Crip flag that you used to rock?
Bow! .40 cal, that's what I use to rock
It's like I only see R.I.P.'s when Crips comin'
I get everybody in blue buried (berry'd): I split muffins
Big somethin', don't come doly, I hope your men ride
Whoever Walkin', Dead
I make 'em watch the murder like when Glenn died!
I'ma bring a whole family of killers from the Queens scene
Back in the 80's, said it was crazy sellin' clean clean
My pops rock-a-byed a few niggas, he did his thing thing
Ironic: he a killer like Prince and on Supreme's team
They like, "Top, if your daddy on Supreme's team, well, why don't you ain't never let his name go and drop?"
'Cause I ain't Clips or Calicoe: I ain't tryin' to get no fame off my pops
I'm totin' clips, Calico's, I'm tryin' get some fame off my pops
Bitch, you went bangin', I went slangin': we took a different route
I was stuck in a trap, you was stuck in the house
Rollin' over the 60 niggas, tryna see what that Crippin' 'bout
I was wakin' up to workers baggin' up with they titties out
You get it now?
It's like I came to see (C) Murder, brother: I ain't Percy
The long nose sucks for you: it ain't Kirby
The stand keep movin' around: it ain't sturdy
So, how you gonna stop these rounds? He said "Jersey!"
Concrete, nigga!
Fuck is he talkin' 'bout!?


[Round 2: Tsu Surf + T-Top]
He ain't no legend, we don't care about his past work
You only good as your last battles
All his battles been ass-dirt
Disrespected my gloves, like I ain't put in mad work
Now you in the hot seat home, wit' a mad Surf
If we gon' rap, let's rap, only what's true, nigga
Like how your mother was on Smack...waaay before you, nigga
Beamin' up to Scotty while you was in that womb movin'
Ironic you in that room baggin' up...what mommy in that other room usin'
You actually seen her use it? Seen her pacin' the block?
Seen her nose touch her knees? Was she makin' salah?
Was your sins worth her soul? Was you makin' a lot?
See, I ain't wanna preach, cause I ain't had the best of luck myself
But if I could trap what got my mother trapped, I couldn't trust myself
Apparently- facts!
Apparently from your battles, you move bundles of coke
No Victor, no Hector, got onions fo' low
You'll get me tied if I'm not, your work come wit' a bow
You Terrence Howard: all I hear is Hustle & Flow!
.50-cal with the scope
Through the top, I can see Brizz
Then look over at Top
He get a hole big enough that through Top, I can see Brizz
I swear I think it's the pills, nigga been trippin' all day
Roc, don't jump in, I might shoot this shit the wrong way
I hit you, I hit him, they hit the ground, it be broad day
Top literally stuck between Roc(k) and a hard place
If it's somethin', I could get the baby squammy wit' the button
Get to bustin', we be wildin', we be doing shit for nothin'
Head shot, hear a drum: I promise re-percussion
No reason, I get Top picked for discussion
Soon as them lights come on, everybody a monster in a fuckin' cage
Why was Suge pushin' you all around the fuckin' stage!?
Same reason you pushed me! (*laughs*)
And you BARELY beat him, but you wanna get your brag on
Back home, we never seen Jimmie carry nothin'
That's Surf with the mask on
A heart check!? Please!
That's a nigga on logic
On why he couldn't tap my motherfuckin' pockets!
Facts! And that's a rebuttal
Let's talk trap
Code word: "Put your Timbs on"
That means step in the butter
Extendo look like I bought five clips and stuck 'em together
I don't bowl, left the pin, got stuck in the gutter
She smoked your stash, that's why you don't fuck wit' ya mother!
No courtesy (Curtis see), wit' this .50, I'll Majestic his mother
If you don't love her, then you better start
She'll be a tombstone
I'll have you talkin' to the Rock like Kevin Hart
You on URL contract
You can't go to Canada 'cause of legal issues
Red beam, I feel like King of the Dot...but can't get to Canada 'cause of legal issues
Cal said I'm good in the D, I ain't need a pistol
I bought it 'cause I fear a (Phara) Funeral, my team O'fficial
Y'all bitch rappers
I really be gettin' mad at Smack for this kind of shit
But niggas like you...get smacked for this kind of shit
'Cause we was in that hallway, givin' samples of morphine...
That shit brought back more fiends
I would talk about the coke, but that's your thing
I had water, I was cleanin' the water like chlorine
When I was on Summer Madness one, you was trappin' son in traffic sun
Tryin' to feed you and Brizz off a half a bun
So I don't wanna hear 'bout ya band doe, ya man coke, boy please
Kyrie Irving, I turned three ones to four threes
Ya bitch get the Louieville, I bat her and ran
You ain't really sold shit if they ain't never hit ya door wit' the battering ram


[Round 2: T-Top]
I said nigga, I heard Joe Budden got a Lamborghini
Shit, I guess TV payin' good
Nigga he took you from his couch to a house just like a player should
Well if he let you drive it I'd kill you, you think I'm playin'? Good
They'll find you in the trunk, he died reppin' his neighborhood
I pin heads (Pinhead) to the wall, bitch I'm a Hellraiser
Cookin' on ya strip all night, we tailgatin'
I know you heard life is a beach, well check the shell casings
Two .30's, Stephan Curry, Terrell Davis
Bitch, you still owe Smack and Calicoe for ya bail payments
If I front you pounds, you'll get smacked with a calico for a bail payment
While you was in ya cell waitin', bitch I had sales waitin'
We coulda been cell mates, shit I'm lucky the mail made it
Bitch I heard he got guns, that's cool, I need a meetin' wit' him
Dolo if you come deep you leakin' wit' him
You got a block, I got blocks we eatin' different
Telemundo, get put in a box for speakin' different
Nigga, I'll beat him senseless, go smoke then repeat the mission
Think Lost Boyz, you gon' miss the (Mister) Cheek when your cheek is missin'
Bitch, you make the Feds happy, cool I see ya vision
I'm makin' transactions, duke we linking different
Nigga, I said let's be specific
We the culture, don't need you in it
And the reason is cause you'se a bitch with a diva image
Your careers on the decline Surf, we see it printed
Well let's say I put a swipe to ya face, my piece is hittin'
Bitch, I heard you say, "If we need a nigga to see if the white hard, then rock it"
Aight first off nigga, that hard shit you do not sniff
That proves that you know basketball, but that block shit?
Leave that to niggas like me, pussy that's Top shit
And that's a shame, cause you got caught wit' the gun
So you a felon Tsunami
Then got caught wit' another
Aight, you tellin' Tsunami
If I was a nigga locked in the cell with Tsunami?
Shit T would've been silent like we spellin' "Tsunami"
Tell him Tsunami, how you went to California and ain't bring no weapon
Told 'em you reppin' they gang but you east coast steppin'
Boy I know Cali Crips, I had a couple beach boys check him
If they catch Surf In The U.S.A., it better be a Beach Boy record
Why? Cause the .40 bustin' everywhere
Some say he a savage and nina, she get a round when I'm swayin' through traffic
Now my guns is like Will and Jada
Nigga they both pop off but they stay through the marriage
Nah that's wack, it's cause they let a couple swing and end up raisin' a faggot
I brought a Heckler to the show, don't mistake him for laughin'
Arm stuck in that air, bitch I'm makin' a basket
Nigga you tote guns, but you know it ain't the same when you clap 'em
Oh I forgot, you get locked before that part even happens
I got it, you must be one of them niggas that'd rather get caught wit' it then caught without it
Just to make bail hit Smack then come and talk about it
Oh nah nigga, let's talk about it
Tonight we pickin' up ya bullshit, we ain't gon' walk around it
I'll walk around him, c'mon Surf, let's take a trip
"Where we goin'?"
"Down to the water." I'm 'bout to bait him in
If he don't wanna help me kill him, then I'ma make him swim
D'angelo Russell, one to the chest will help me lake a (Laker) Crip
Dark side, blew him in water, now that's a Navy ship
.45, Nas in the crib, who tryin' to babysit?
I'm the one, T is a mack and I ain't lazy bitch
You Loc Dawg? Well your men is (Menace) goin' out on some crazy shit
Play me bitch
I been in the trap wit' 'bout 80 bricks
You walk in it's scales everywhere like we shavin' fish
Bitch, I take a clip, turn this whole battle to a Matrix flick
That mean I have bodies flippin' out like I'm Agent Smith
Concrete nigga

[Round 3: Tsu Surf]
Smack think he time separate, get on my Motar shit
You still sittin' on that porch gettin' work off nicks
While you and Brizz was gettin' half from that work y'all flip
I was gettin' flown out to Cali gettin' work off Bricks
These new niggas be comin' up wit' they own names, whatever works for them
A drug lord? The drug lord don't work for Smack
The smack work for him
This shit hold 24 like a shot clock
Auction off pieces of Top like a chop shop
I kill him in style, no roof when we drop Top
Expose his gut, with the blade I'll crop Top
Give his mother cookies, fresh plate off a Crock Pot
Had Roc smoke her in the whip, be a hot box
Think it's a joke? Till we at your door like "knock, knock"
Steven Stewart; I Stuart Scott Top
This ain't Shotgun Suge, the pump on his tongue, he be a Reebok
This old SK from Serbia; Vlade Divac
Drum roll, blllllllllllt, flip a Fiat
Bullets flyin' and whistle outta Top be a teapot
I don't know if it's nickle plated or chrome

{Surf has mic issues, tries to run his round back but loses it. They call time}

[Round 3: T-Top]
URL this is my closin' verse
Like, "Fuck a casket, throw this bastard in the back and just close the hearse."
Now I ain't come here to make the crowd go berzerk
I came here just to show y'all work
(Now let me put it in)
You ain't no fuckin' big homie Surf
But I'ma help you get your stain up a lil' bit
And it's crazy how certain shit gets swept under the rug, once you get your name up a lil' bit
You know the type of niggas, do dirt then claim that they innocent
Like, how you fuck a girl, and know she underage when you hittin' it?
That don't make you feel ashamed just a lil' bit?
Knowin' all them pedophile parties you attended, nigga they came wit' a membership
You and your Crip colleagues were runnin' trains on that lil' bitch
And if y'all in the crowd forgot, aye Shine, what's the name of that lil' bitch?
Asia Dean, see I figure now she should be old enough to explain some things
Like, how she let a grown man use her pussy for facial cream?
Grabbin' on her waist and squeeze as she recycle
Talkin' 'bout, "He ain't gon' waste a thing."
Now I ain't gon' make it seem like you just ate a teen
Or tell how when he friends came over, how Suge and Ars' [?]
But this is major king, cause how statutory usually go
Is if the child don't know no better then they won't say a thing
But what if a pedophile was lookin' at yo' daughter around the age of three?
Watched her grow up around the hood, you know how rapists think
She call him "Sugar daddy" he ain't even gotta lace her drink
She bring home a nigga like you
That should make you think that basically the way that you movin' is dumb fraud
We 'bout to send you back where you came from; Trump wall
Rounds droppin' out the machine, it ain't a gumball
Fuck a gun bar I want to know 'bout your gun charge
I say free Ah Di Boom, but it seem like whenever your bro been gone, your touch been gone
Everything you touch go wrong
We ain't seen a stand up nigga since yo' crush been gone
I heard that nigga wrote everything but your songs
But that ain't even where yo' stuff go wrong
Cause how the fuck, with seven priors, you get caught wit' two guns and don't even do a bid for that?
With no priors, he get caught wit' one and he doin' five years for the strap
I don't get it, I don't get it, I don- I swear to God I don't get it

[Tsu Surf]
Public defenders

[T-Top]
Y'all niggas from the same fuckin' state
Same judges, same lawyers, fightin' the same fuckin' case
Well it's Tsunami Surf, Mr. Aim Bust A K, Get Locked And Come Home The Same Fuckin' Day
Bitch, I know niggas doin' life that'll laugh at your two months
Then get mad cause that don't really add up for two guns
Especially when we was takin' trips to Miami, a lil' night ride
Seen all them blocks in the center and chose the wife side
I started puttin' powder in bags, we ain't use a vowel
Family business, my uncle cop then I used to smile
Bubbles came from under the water nigga, scuba style
Cookin' wit' 400 Degrees since a Juvenile
Oh you mad cause we on the same [?] ha
Oh you mad cause my name keep gettin' mentioned with Surf's ha
Battle once a year, you Mr. Perfect ha
Battle three times in a month, you fuckin' up on your verses ha
You the toughest nigga in Jersey ha
But when you went to California, Okwerdz had you lookin' nervous ha
Apologizin' with a perfect smile
See I don't wanna hear none of them bars about yo' Gun Titles
Newspaper, front page shit, you get your son titled
Fuck ya subtitles, bitch, wait, that's Conceited's shit
Smokey behind the bushes, we can see the shit
Conceited bitch, that's why he chose Hollow and Clips when it was time to see the chips
Cause if a nigga named Surf and already ride ya wave, why would you let them in your sea (C) to swim?
Or maybe they don't believe in him cause he don't show no leadership
And the first time battle rap get rocky, he don't wanna leave the ship he wanna lead the ship
Talkin' 'bout, he sellin' CD's and shit
He's suckin' XXL off on his knees for pics
Like, "Please y'all, click the link man I need them hits."
If that ain't work, he back hittin' Beasley hip
Like, "I need a plate." The fans yellin', "Feed me quick."
Let's see if Mook on the menu
Well why would he put his career at stake (steak) when he bleed the shit?
I mean you rare, you just ain't seasoned bitch, you need to quit
Talkin' 'bout, you gettin' three million views, what's better than that?
25 for a Hollow, remember the past?
If dawg Wild N' Out he better relax
I give 30K to my Hitman and I'm better than Smack
Blllat!
Bitch, Concrete nigga