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urltv - tsu surf vs. nu jerzey twork كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: tsu surf]
y’all know the rules
classics are back muhf_cka
i told ars’, red and suge you was jersey and you started to “jersey” and you made me mad muhf_cka
you can’t do what i do unless you did what i did
you ain’t did half muhf_cka
12 gauge, double impact jump this shotgun, you a dead muhf_cka
the address to where you standin’? 17_8_8 sh_t’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 h_ll when it hit the ground?
stupid, tall n_ggas 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 f_ck tryin’ to teach god?
you ever felt chicken hit grease?
i seen a n_gga face get deep fried
i damage sh_t
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 sh_t
voices and war (anwar) in my head, “go k!ll him and his management.”
you the reason for these dumb ass gun sounds
bang!
baow!
that sh_t 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 b_tch 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 its 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 p.o. box
roc can’t watch you die, and that’s something i respect
on the set, except, i’ll watch a n_gga 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?
f_ck, 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 b_tch, 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 b_tch, 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 f_ck haters
iron solomon, math, john john
(nut chasers)
you know the f_ckin’ rest man
[round 1: nu jerzey twork]
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 motherf_ckin’ kids, that’s until we got your daughter for ransom
shotgun, sawed off the cannon, this b_tch bangin’
contract k!ller, “twork” just another name for “clause” (claus), like chris kringle
b_tch bangin’
one of us gotta die tonight, this sh_t ringin’
i might see mid, you might see (macy) gray, this b_tch singin’
this clip’ll bury you, i know you all tough now this sh_t’s hysterical
once he see the shoulder strap, the wave (way he) fold up, it’s miss america
this b_tch embarassin’
this n_gga on the saddest sh_t
once his music pop, he think he livin’ with the rappin’ tip
he don’t give it up to smack and sh_t
he think he bigger than this battle sh_t
please, that n_gga tsu (sue) commercial, “have you been injured in an accident?”
‘matic grip, or this eagle get to soarin’ on your f_ckin’ shorties
{chokes}

‘matic grip, or this eagle get to f_ckin’ soarin’, slide on gun titles, i get to squeezin’ on ya f_ckin’ shorties
roc get clapped, chess get clapped, that n_gga 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 b_tch 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 k!lled
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 sh_t 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 sh_t, 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 f_ck 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 n_gga 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, n_gga 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
d_mn 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 i_95; 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 k!ll 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
[round 2: tsu surf]
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
f_ck i gotta put it in subtitles or somethin’?
smack sh_t, 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 n_ggas 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 f_ck i’m still amazin’?
for ten plus years i’ve been strapped in and still name standin’
any time url wanna groom a n_gga 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 d_gg_n’ (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 n_gga, but the drum jerk
i order n_ggas to get k!lled (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 sh_t
how much you weigh? it don’t really matter when the .30 kick
shotgun sh_ll, these crack your spine
nwx leave, goonies leave, i know that n_ggas wanna clap they .9
tryin’ to think disloyal real sick (sikh), somehow i can’t wrap my mind
sh_t, 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
sh_t’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 n_gga 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’ sh_t 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 n_gga said
stake out, he gon’ wait (weight) watch better than jenny craig
he just like results, results is usually “n_gga’s dead”
last op need help to sh_t or he gon’ sh_t his bed
his arm strong, everywhere he go he gotta lift his leg
before 2/18, you n_ggas 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 muhf_cka to know if that semi work
mad i ain’t like you when i came home
who the f_ck 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 (n.e.) 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 bullsh_t, 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 n0b like corn on the cob
and if it ain’t $40,000 or better than it’s f_ck haters
daylyt, aye verb, some other nerds, nut chasers
smack don’t call my phone for nothin’ but paper
this is my sh_t

[round 2: nu jerzey twork]
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 sh_t i actually pop
it take a n_gga like me to clap you in a coma, just for a n_gga 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 sh_t outta eazy on a one_rounder he got his ass whipped
but i ain’t gonna come up here and talk about the sh_t i went with du (do) and did, that sh_t past tense
mag’ grip, i’m actually mad
all that f_ckin’ 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
n_gga 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 h_ll
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 b_tch 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 sh_t we be raisin’ sh_t
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’ i.v.s in the e.r., 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 sh_t’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 n_gga, 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 sh_t
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 sh_t
i’m tired of all this bag sn_tchin’ sh_t
these n_ggas talkin’ ’bout i stole the purse
that’s not how y’all makin’ it sound
y’all actin’ like i sn_tched 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’ n_ggas pounds
before you tell ’em about a purse tsu (pursue), make sure you tell ’em about how i was chasin’ n_ggas 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 b_tch absolutely right
i’ma drag her ’til she die, that’s yo’ b_tch ass problem
choppin’ like a syntax bombin’
grip that chopper
rapid fire
or i can switch that option
i can turn this b_tch 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

[round 3: tsu surf]
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
i mean, you was supposed to f_ck 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 b_tch looked ill will
them cuts on your face look like…death
i’m glad you survived
whatchu do when you work up? sh_t 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 k!ll 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 sh_t kick like chun_li
i was in a cast for some weeks
my memory vague, a n_gga 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 n_gga that was from my hood would’ve shot ya car, it would’ve been repercussions
did disgustin’
how you live to see (sea) sh_lls in ya bucket?
am i sure (shore)? if the coast clear than we buckin’
last n_gga 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, b_tch 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 n_gga, 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 f_ck haters
iron solomon, math, john john, nut chasers
smack don’t call my phone for nothin’ but paper
rap n_gga

[round 3: nu jerzey twork]
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 shotgun…no 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 dyk_, 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 sh_t on you
i mean when i listen to your rappin’, you can never tell
but sh_t all these rappers rap so, you can never tell
you think you movin’ up the scale with all this f_ckin’ clout
“i got million view here, million view here”_
n_gga shut ya f_ckin’ mouth
your funeral viewin’ the only one i give a f_ck 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
n_gga 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 k!ll 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 f_ckin’ up i wanted to burn somethin’
i seen big t beat you, [?] had you up against the turnbuckle
then i get up here f_ckin’ 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 f_ckin’ groupie, you’ve got flaws for days
i can’t believe how fake you is n_gga

{cuts round short}

jersey

- urltv

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