Tsu Surf - Hollow Da Don vs Tsu Surf lyrics

[Round 1: Hollow Da Don] I said f** Surf, I know who y'all want to see me against And most think I can't match his wits, he had a wish And it was d**h, like Charles Bronson action flicks I know weapons and who manufactured it Your arms don't look right to a bomb covered in uranium 236 And that's the sh** we hit Iraqis with But corporations play like philanthropists That's why I'm dressed like this ‘Cause through the war they profit ma**ive chips See, wait, wait, wait, let me chill ‘Cause everybody that raps like this choke like Lux or Canibus It got disastrous in Los Angeles, and for that nut a** old head? Let's save it for Summer Madness then I said shout my n***a Lyt He said, "These battle n***as, a lot of 'em will front." I know y'all think I wasted bars and those probably for Lux But I can push Tsu aside ‘Cause I knew this was a body from the jump But he say he the best n***a in Jersey Well, if I k** him, his n***as won't have to team up Now they should be on they toes like a ballerina Once they boss get the MAC and nina Instead, they was like a soda I left in back of freezer ‘Cause the rest ended up flat, even though I capped the leader But he the best n***a in Jersey, he hell and he raw Well, Surf gonna get that title waved And even see shells for sure He don't swim inside when fishes glide, he shrimp and fries I'm cool by the water; Mr. Hyde Mixed with Denzel in Crimson Tide I'll lift the 9, hit his moms, he'll be electrified and petrified I won't sympathize while you sit and cry And watch your sister die I mean Surf ain't no thug to me; this chump Suzie'll sue me On Judge Judy for bills, like Doug Flutie I mean, your last battle, they should've hung up pictures of you everywhere; you lost, dog Conceited beat you using all punchlines And you was a lost cause All he rapped about was his Taurus and Mustang And those are all bars, but try to focus and move forward Or you'll be another n***a that Con tore Erase everything I said out y'all memory, f** it I want to do my original introduction I said I spent most of last year in a holding cell Giving 'em MAC's and revoke my bail I went from having my own clothing line To wearing matching clothes in jail I used to battle for love, the aspirations, the hopes to sell But now, I'm just up here rapping ‘cause I'm broke as hell Nah, nah, nah, I got a little cake, you got some cake? I got some change in this b**h Said they was bringing a b**h named Tsu I was like, "Cool… I'ma make it rain on that b**h!" Y'all peep that? Y'all see what I'm tryna do? You see how I got this crowd for you? You see that money surrounding you? New York, I just turned URL into Sue's Rendezvous You look like one of them clean dirty n***as Hold up, let me get a whiff and sh**… n***a, you smell like you've been running errands, doing a whole list of sh** Boar ham hocks and chitlin grits Old drawls, fish and chips, coleslaw mixed with sh-- Ain't this a b**h…no, that's a question, ain't this a b**h? Well, cool, here's a tip, someone tell that b**h to strip I said, he just want this little change And a little name and a little fame, like Billy Danze Well, my n***a, you do ya thang, I don't hate when you spittin' But your rebu*tals are horrible So do us a favor, go straight to your writtens! [Round 1: Tsu-Surf] I said, I like that line about your fit, it kinda go with how you dress: Camouflage, 'ARMY' This AR on my hip make it easier to go across his chest But, I'm the reason Hitman Holla ain't k** 'em But I had to pay him like three to five The contract said f** him up, but bring him to me alive I reviewed the game tapes, my last response I Could've saved some f**ing money ‘Cause you can't send a kid to do a man's job But H-O-L-L-O-W, how you got your name? Nah, Arsonal beat your a**. In other words, you ate yo' L on the low; that's how you got your name Sometimes you gotta swallow a loss to stomach getting better I know that's a pill you don't want to digest But my question is why I'm the Jersey n***a you want try next? Gloves and a mask, out the Jeep with that thing low I know he Hollow, but I pray I see Nigel to let that thing go Lightsabers and some-- you see a beam, then that thing blow Out the Jeep it start to drizzle, they tell it was a Durango f** I need to put it in subtitles or somethin'? Out the Jeep it starts to drizzle Ain't no telling where the rain go A thirsty n***a in the club; I'm tryin' to hit everything standin' It got a kickback when it shoot So when it aim, you gotta slant it With your life, crawl for it Trying to see the gates then access granted On the block with something DeAndre size One word to explain that night: Brandon Your mom probably was a who*e And your daddy didn't love her Kids by another n***a, so your brother wasn't your brother Walk up in her room dumpin' Shooting straight through the cover I felt just as bad as your father, puttin' a hollow in your mother And I don't wanna hear about how I ain't got no wins and whatnot. Battling Tsu, 4th quarter; that's a tough spot I hate you and that whole f**ing cult, that sh** must stop I learned you just a backup for Andrew, chasing Lux spot And how you trying to box with a n***a With the devil's footwork and God reach Ray Lewis; wish I could get that line back But the last thing he got was a ring after that God speech I'm at his door, knock-knock "Nigel, why you wanna f** with me?" Shawn Carter; I ain't gotta find where he f**in' be Bars, got some. s**er, not one. You mad then pop, son Victim, got one. Give him my stocks ten They think I'm from Da Jungle, but I'm not, son Rest in piece, Tall T; his last battle'll be a shotgun If it was really Loyalty Over Money GrindTime'll still be an up and running league right now You, Con, Cort, DNA, and a couple other n***as All playing for a different team right now I mean, with them names GrindTime would still be afloat with your bum a** And Smack ain't gonna do sh** but stand there and smile ‘Cause he get paid off your dumba** You was battling Illmacs and Okwerdz and Pa**wurdz Rhyming ventilators, using generators, using mad words Then come to the URL and everybody "snow dat" Snow what? Them weirdos f** with you, but so what? I had a threesome with Karma and d**h In them graveyards you'll find plenty bodies And if this MAC hit his hat He'll have enough cap room to sign anybody I'll bring some tape, a rope, zip ties and a swammy Since he loyal to his homies, we gonna go and get his family If I break this scheme down he gon' say he can't stand me But it'll get ugly, no crime seen, they'll see us out in Miami f** I need to put it in subtitles or somethin'? It get ugly, no, crime scene; that's CSI: Miami The way NY battling looking, if y'all was the Heat, fine None of y'all be LeBron. But it's cool, no worries, I'll tag 'em Clips'll be Wade. DNA, Bosh He ain't battle in two years, the roster shouldn't have him Rex, Allen. Shine, Lewis. Math, Birdman Con could be Chalmers, and you Don is Haslem Cortez the n***a by the Gatorade The team ain't really want that pick On the bench, like, "If that was me I would've dunked that sh**" And when I signed that contract, that meant that it's over Anybody else I ain't named'll be sitting next to Spoelstra Smack said "You want the Don?" I said "Hollow? Clown." I mean back then he was cool, but let's talk about Hollow now You got some bark, but that's not how a hollow sound My hitman'll treat your d**h like he was battling John John That means we know he using some hollow rounds [Round 2: Hollow Da Don] Let me tell you about this b**h Tsu You know what this b**h do? Let another n***a pimp Tsu Smack him too hard and get his pimp suit Let me tell you about this b**h Tsu You know what this b**h do? Let another n***a be his big homie ‘cause he 6'2 Let me tell you about this b**h Tsu You know what this b**h do? Battle me even though he gon' lose, it's for the big views I'm sharp, it's off with his head, I'm sharp, it's off with his head Should I say it again, Tsu? I said, any of y'all n***as touch the Don, you hit Touching me ain't worth going through the harsher sh** Bombs get sent, moms get bent, arms get lift I mean Tribe Called Quest, and Kanye West I'm just trying to make him think about the consequence And what's that talk like you gonna jump me in a minute? n***a stop, I'm chicken pox; if you touch me you gon' get it Anytime it's in open invitation, you can come to a n***a hood My address is 1922…I wish a n***a would! I said you right, R.I.P. Tall T, but f** that n***a Suge! I'ma tell you why later, but for now it's gonna get--- I said, let me tell you about this b**h Tsu You know what this b**h do? Tell the fans he was in Detroit with that thing on him, but n***as like me that was in the D don't believe that sh**'s true Y'all wanna hear what sh**'s true? Aight, so let me tell you about this b**h Tsu I said him and his n***as was in front of Calicoe mom's shop Pourin' up, he wanted to smoke He hopped in his man's rental car, he was rollin' up I mean n***as is loud so of course cops showin' up His man peep before they was slowin' up Threw the burner in the car with Surf, then throws it up This n***a go and grab the sh**, you know he dumb I'm lying? No bail money, Smack, let's just say he owe you one It's funny Shotgun didn't give a f** You ain't even care the amount Damn, you was locked like Pac But Suge wasn't there to bail you out? I mean and he the reason you did that You dissed a dead legend – you a flunky, you a geek And your other n***a, he a s**a, yeah, he weak He said "f** Surf!" and threw the thumper on the seat So not only am I questioning your judgment Now I'm questioning your chief, ‘cause you said it yourself: "You only as real as the company you keep" But since his man gave him the charge He's been on the low, dodging imprisonment Hoping it gets better playing Chris Webber Trying to forget that time out in Michigan I don't need y'all to look at me crazy, like I'm telling something ‘Cause when he said he was in Detroit With that thing on him, he was dry snitchin' then I'm doing the opposite, I'm telling y'all he's innocent He's innocent…he's innocent… And I really feel bad for my n***a ‘Cause everybody call Surf a snitch, I don't be playing with it Well, I might do the same, but get a little more creative with it See, the streets is like the highway when you ride through So know your limits and don't go over You'll see them lights flashing behind you Hold up, let me rewind, cool? Streets is like the highway so I'ma ride too You told so pay since you crossed Or the cops gonna have to find you I still got 6 crackin' to make him turn true blue With 5 poppin', lot of blood gonna be leaking out of Tsu, WOO I wanted to be on the the next one, but I respect my Crip cats Them lines was so good I had to bring the sh** back And shoutout to everybody That rep they city, they region… that's that But Queens been running all you battle n***as, ask Smack! [Round 2: Tsu Surf] You could cook raw fish on my block; we the greasiest And you see that n***a standing right there Right there him… It's cool It's good he ain't do it, ‘cause gullible n***a's easiest But debatables, wins, losses I got cla**ics, I did it for the money Anybody say Surf ain't got bars Hella million views and k** a dude is a dummy Your delivery… sometimes his bars never too crazy When I try to think cla**ics it gets fuzzy Your last time going hard was my first time ever on the card Anything before Richard That mean your prior sh** was funny What'd you say? On to the next one, on to the next one Never been a slouch or soft I don't know what you heard, n***a My patience is skinny when it comes to throwing bullets at these bird n***as Now, I know that wasn't like super duper duper cold, but it is when you compare Flacco to the Ravens in the Superbowl It's always a n***a in your way Sometimes you gotta move 'em I ain't a freshman; ain't new or soft More reason he gonna get to wishin' I ain't school him Peep, junior! I seen your face You probably caught my last scheme, that's what I meant to do: freshman, soph*more, junior… You ain't graduating, these claps in the air is for principle I'm tied with a shoe string around my neck, that's all hell, bro And those right here, but it's poking my elbow Ironic I tie it with a shoe string ‘Cause the silencer make it sound like Velcro So them 32 shots gon' do magic He got it, they couldn't tell though And you f** with Drake, right? Well, thank me later That's why I show my crew love, they do not care They hold enough bullets To start from the bottom to 'bout here Beat me? Hell yeah, f**ing right You must be in Marvin's Room sniffing shrooms Or whatever keep you up at night And my b**hes don't love Beyonce They love money and they tryna work They need some G's, Alicia Keys; all you'll see is fireworks These sh**s sound like Mike Will made 'em I'm bombing when I clap Dumb him in his brain, then dump him by the train There'll be a zombie on the track You think Con beat me? Get off Con nuts That's violation, dickriding is misconduct You was behind Con the whole time, so if missing that shot got me this spot, it's ‘cause I purposely missed, Con ducked I'm not choking, and if you can Please don't mind my silence I'm just trying to let my mind vacate Before I resort back to violence Vacate, resort… I could be in the stu with this That's some wild sh**! Just snow that these clips still go both ways You want a round? Trip Speaking of "clips," I ain't got a problem giving him the whole clip, I'm using all of mine And if the judge see a clip of what I did to Clips with that clip sh**'ll look like a Charlie Clips pic; DNA won't be too far behind Okay, I was in Detroit wildin', okay That's right, I went to Detroit dolo, just me and my yolo Ready to jump at any action if it happen to pogo But you say sh** like, "Call me Hands; you could count on me" I say sh** like, "I don't think nothing in him G" So wherever we meet, I'm robbin' him, he got bands on him And he ain't 'bout that gunplay, so why lay hands on him? This is my house, n***a! Smack, if he stall he getting clapped Got a gun, but I don't need to blow it Right knock him out his Reeboks and he ain't even know it [Round 3: Hollow Da Don] They say Hollow is a f**ing vet But he tripping, ‘cause he ain't even rebu*tal yet But it's a few of his bars that I gotta flip I said why, that bar I happened to hear You said you clapped like the graduation You put the caps in the air? That's what you do? I said I don't walk around like André Wearing flannel and soundling like André, nah Dressed like Kanye, nah A mean murder probably what I'm down for some day Or I be like Rick Ross; even though you see me with mils I'm still down with gunplay Smack said "Hollow, you got Surf You gotta make this n***a bleed, I'll set you half up front" Whew, that's all a n***a need It's time to ride, whip him like Amistad It's a homicide, and not a regular d**h I want his insides stuffed to show like Ahmad Rashad So don't talk to me ‘cause awkwardly I can hear you piss in your pants And you never thought you could loss to me That's how I knew I had this sh** in the bag I don't care if he got the 5th and he hold that blicker Your crew in town, I make 'em move around I know mad n***as Last year, he quit battling, they say he fire on wax They ga**ed pa' like Nascar So he thought he could retire off tracks Shoutout BK, LG, I stay up in the spot Them the n***as that'll hit your face up with the Glock Everyday I'm in the hood, taped up with the Koch KD, Dwayne Wade; I wake up to the block Should I keep going on, showing y'all my freestyle ability? But nah, hold on, first let me break him down lyricially I mean, you got it poppin', Tsu, n***as rock with Tsu I mean, your aggression like Pac in Juice But your rhyming like Dr. Seuss See, it's ‘cause your set-ups be mad weak It's always a gun line, ‘cause when you went to tell K Shine "Dot Mob, throw 'em in the back seat" You set it up with, "I know you don't clap heat" n***a, you could've said something about a black Jeep on a back street, how a Jag creep Anything in that bar to connect with a car and match, peep See, my setups be crazy, all my frees be fertile Yours be "I'll leave you purple Steam and hearse you, squeeze and murk you" Damn, you got these fans blindfolded by the trash Like a Febreze commercial Now I'm on the Internet surfin' Just to touch the surface of what Surf is Once I surface he won't resurface, that's for certain I'm looking through the curtain's like "Ssssshhhh, that's Surf and his b**h" They got d** they sellin' now, I took 'em to my cellar now Duck tape on they mouth, they yellin' loud They keep moving, grab a rope and get 'em bound You'd thought Surf was in a tux and his b**h was in a wedding gown, ‘cause once I tied the knot, they settled down Flip his sh** in the middle of the round Wait, you know how Da Don do You like to play "Swear to God?" I wanna play "Swear to God" too Swear to God we wasn't in Detroit and you said Joe Budden's p**y and everything he write is trash You swear to God you ain't say everything he write is trash? This why I don't like these battle rap n***as with they lying a** I'ma do the battle standing over here ‘Cause God 'bout to strike his a** Aight you feel like you got this third? Your luck's up? You wanna keep playing "Swear to God" Or you gon' shut the f** up? Swear to God you wasn't living in Joe Budden's crib Earlier this year… You was? Okay So don't talk about my crib, let's talk about yo' crib You stay at your ho crib, just moved out your old crib Now you stay at Joe crib, so basically you ain't got no crib Ohhhh, I got it, I got it… He ain't got no crib, so I figured it out That's how he got his name, he be couch surfin' That n***a balled up on the love seat, his bones hurtin' Roasting session... n***a, you look like a broke a** Loon; so worthless I mean you know sh**'s bad When I'm calling him the broke version of a broke person I mean, y'all wanna hear one of Surf's bars? "Soon as I pull out, that chopper go dummy like Kimmy in that full house" Yeah, that was hot, that was hot But my n***a, you watch Full House?! Aye, that's cool, ‘cause I do too, so damn your hammer Or damn your nana, since you live with Uncle Joey I'm running in that full house like Danny Tanner Somebody tell Eddie Winslow I don't think family matters Shoutout to my GrindTime fans, they'll never forget that I was so focused back then I had to bring the sh** back I said, pause, you see that money? You could relate to strippers We trick dealers and tell where the real bill is And these n***as can't touch us but still feel us Plus we still stealers, and peel pillers You got real k**ers? Well, I got k**ers that k** k**ers n***a, f** with me! I ran up on him, stabbed him up, and gave him a buck 50 And the funny thing about that: I had a gun with me I don't need a gun – f** TECs and pistols! I put that Calico away ‘Cause I got pets that's pitbulls I collect to sick you If it's problems, I handle it, I don't send my set to get you I bring it to your door like a magazine and address the issue You done? You wanna talk now? Red the dread head, you better chill, n***a I said 20-50's or 50-20's is what I gotta be 20-50's or 50-20's is what I gotta be? Do the math, stupid a**, I'm telling you that I'm a G I done rang up more bucks than dollar tree And I'm feeling like you lied to me So you owe me... your f**in' life Clutch the pipe, you wanna fight? We on your head, we gon' lump you And we'll probably get a battery charge ‘Cause we ain't want you dead, so we jumped you I said shoutout to the URL fans, y'all will never forget that Them lines was so ill for Surf, I had to remix that [Round 3: Tsu-Surf] This 3rd round is so cold, but it's not for you That Full House rebu*tal was crazy But Danny Tanner means you watched it too When I think back on all my battles, I think great sh** Like that Church bar, that Lake sh** A n***a say he hate that Lake sh** I gotta say he on some hate sh**, well, he really gonna hate this Late night goons, we usually coming after 12 f** one, f** six, I'm coming after 12 It hold 28, so 16 coming after 12 I gotta start to pow when It's like Dwight been fouled when 16 coming after 12 I got some sh** to make your hitmen hurl Never let without my Hanz; no Hitman Earl And he wanna start then I'll continue to spark in Put in another six like the sixth man Earl He need schooling, so f** it, I'ma learn his a** No coffin, I'm thinking more urn and ash See, I'm way too advanced for these n***as and I'm mad Like that last line for instance, urn and ash; that's Nash!!! I tell my n***as run in his crib, they gon' make it happen Hit the door, flip the bed, open every cabinet k** his dog, leave the kids, take everything, let him have it Game point shot, we GPS p**y; that's urinary tractin' I bought some treats for this trick But it ain't candy we spraying with 'em Who in here think Hollow better than Surf? Well, y'all gon' be laying with him Smack gon' be yelling "Stop!" All the homies gon' be saying "Get 'em!" 'Bout 10:31 at his door, tell Hollow we ain't playing with him Bars flying pa** his head, I'm praying that they graze him Hollow Da Boss then these bomb lines just might phase him Heard a few n***as whisper like "Yeah, Surf might get zipped 3'd" Gotta be dreaming, I'm a nightmare But it's cool if he trying to get sleep I move cattle, I'll move his cat too, in my habitat we zip beef Let me guess, you G? K Well, you shouldn't have a problem meeting Pimp C The operation, connect four, it's not a game when we pop out If he ain't get the clue, he in trouble No rebound, get the box out Right here, blue like Twister when them Glocks out No hopscotch; they get a number in a box when we hop out n***as run, bullets fly, clips drop out Kids scream, momma's cry, eyes pop out All my lil n***as got Jenga tatted That mean when they come it's to take the block out You ain't hear me tell Big T "Potato on the 44 for the sound to let it clap" Them mag rounds left ketchup and hash browns on his lap These n***as never understand me And it makes me wanna scream ‘Cause you could get the same hash browns that went through TV like the girl in The Ring And you doing me a favor? Well, cool, point taken Well, I'ma just give him these bullets on purpose And tell the judge I was point shavin' Sometimes I wanna separate him, it might be for the better Chopper like a side b**h; take him from his better half He getting severed Torso from his legs, will he walk again? Never That doctor gon' feel like a marriage counselor Trying to keep him together They asked me whose the toughest n***a in New York I figured it's Math I wonder how low they gon' bury him after I split him in half Wa**up, Hollow? Let's have a man-to-man What's this thing with you and Lux? I personally think you a f**ing Stan At first I was giving him the benefit of the doubt He just doing it ‘cause he bored But then it's like you said Lux name Anytime any camera man pressed record Probably had Lux jail cell pictures on your wall for decor Got home, spamming all his videos Dissed him so much, it's coke residue on the L of his keyboard And why I gotta keep screaming out "Loyalty!" to prove that I'm loyal. That's how you get 'em like that ‘Cause I know plenty n***as that said "My homies will never do me like that" – 'til they did 'em like that! I got n***as that's blood that ain't family And n***as that ain't family that's real cuz But you high off that same Juice Steel was From now on, movie clues is all I'm leaving with the k** For example, if I gotta set it off, sh** could get real When you hear this woo! Don't be bamboozled, these n***as ain't ill, but chill A low down dirty shame how the D's found his grill Them all Jada Pinkett flicks So the tip, cops will find his head swinging by the wheel