URLtv - Tsu Surf & Tay Roc vs. K-Shine & DNA lyrics

[Round 1: Tsu Surf & (Tay Roc)] I called Roc like “yo, cuz”, (I was with a bad b**h) Got some cash on some ho's head, (you know I'm with a fast flip) Dead or alive, (bu*toned shirt with the bag zipped) Boy I have Roc on your a** like the Fast 6 (Aye I tell my shooters “Paul Walker”), but that just means crash whips (Everybody get an arm in their face), but I won't dab sh** Yo we brought two twin ninas, (extendos), mad clips (Me and Surf driving through New York), on some fast sh** (He hopped out, ain't let the whip stop), I'm tryna blast sh** (I jump with the ratchet sister like “Yas, b**h”) We got a problem, Houston, (Whitney) I bring a b**h with bald heads, (Britney) Could put it on the house, (this sh** smoking like a chimney) Entry wound like a dime, (exit wound like a Frisbee) 100-round drum makes the shooting sh** easy (Big T fingers after lunch, do ‘em greasy) Before the shot, (Hanes shirt), after the shot, (Yeezy) Before the cut, (Shumpert), after the cut, (Beasley) I'll make a phone call, find out where they all be (We let gloves cover the arm, that's a long sleeve) Four four with the wood handle, I'll pull a palm tree (Before the shot), Big T, (after the shot), Tall T Pistol whipping, pull the pistol gripping from the light side (He ain't know how much the heat weighted), it beat his meat to the white side (That's hospital beds, I'm insuring the tubes) With mashed potatoes, applesauce, and Ensure in the tubes (I'm coming to get him myself, I ain't paying k**ers) It's gon' be nurses, stitches, bandages, and paink**ers (You, you, Saga, Big T, y'all gon' need backup) Or it's Martin reruns, in the bed with the back up (It's gon' be shells on the ground, he's faced down with his a** out) And wake up in the hospital bed in a gown with his a** out (One phone call, hella V's, they're surrounding y'all Bunch of goons, clapping at the n***as, they're proud of y'all) I'll put a whole ki on his head, that's a powder call Pause, (have a bunch of n***as) try to hit him like the Powerball These hammers ain't for construction how I grip it and bang it (What else?) Whole whip getting sprayed, it ain't getting repainted (What else?) Roll him over on his back, (f**, that n***a done fainted?) Boy, you look like a cop, (I'll put this pig in a blanket) Hang his daughter over the balcony, I'll give her the Blanket (Eight ounces of sizzy in the baby bottle, I'll get her to drink it) That Lenscrafter sh** was genius, (this new sh** spit four blocks) MK with the binoculars, I got Michael Kors watch (That last sh** was crazy, Shine, I shouldn't have disrespected your daughter) I ain't hear you, what you say to him? (That last sh** was crazy, I shouldn't have disrespected his daughter) Nah, f** that, Roc, if I'm open, I'ma Kyle Korver Two bodies, two choirs, they're gon' need more singers If I miss with our 26, I'll pull that long nick, the Porzingis (f** we got to put it in Gun Titles or something? That means get her out of here If I got to hit her with the metal and lake her, they're gon' have to fish her out of there f** battle rap, you know I really don't like you, no faking) We're some bad boys too, we'll do ‘em like the Zoe Haitians (We put in work like we made reservations), no waiting (Show up to your funeral), to make sure you're in/urine like probation (Somebody get the box out), that's how you get the board on him (I'll give him a sh** bag, take it, shake it, then pour it on him) That silver near like a souvenir, I bought it for him (K was the intended receiver), but D back caught it for him Black wheelchair, black dress, we gon' make sure his mama there .24 waving out, playing like the Mamba there (But Roc ain't gon' miss shells, you'll need Obamacare Coroners gon' have to zip ‘em up and get ‘em the f** out of here) [Round 1: K-Shine & DNA] You got to watch what you say around Surf, and Roc You know the n***as like to tattle talk (Conversation about their d**h, but the sh** sound like battle talk I was on the phone with Shine's like) “Hello”, (“yo make sure you bring that Toranio for Tay”), “You need a [?] and Charron friend?” (“Yeah, make sure you bring that Nigel for Surf”), “so if they Darrel us, bring that Jones in” (“Yeah, I got my Akeem from Philly, you know that murder rate is high”) “Cool, I got my mac event, it's a perfect day to die” (Nah, I know, I know, it sound like silly sh** But that's a code for gun titles), let me tell you what that really meant (That mean grab the ratchet, Shine, Toranio) That's a calico to push Roc like Summer Madness 5 That [?] and Charron friend? (That means it's loaded with a hundred bullets when the heat clapping What's Nigel?) That's a hollow, (so if they try to derail us), he getting that arsenal like they're rematching What's that Akeem ‘bout? (That's a tec-9 from Philly) You know what that means, (that it means you ain't never lie That's the main event from Perfect Day To Die?) That mean he turn his back on shotgun, and die from clips the second time You not liable, today, I got something swifter, the mac rising (Man, lift the fifth up, you're f**ing your wrist up), it's lopsided (f** Surf, you need to worry about the n***a that's Dot Mobbing f** what the beef amounting to), I'm shooting wherever Roc climbing (Jersey talk, say that, we're locking ‘em down) You know the homie don't play that, (we're socking the clown) Let's get it started, this department stores a lot in the cal (You should've known he was a target when he put this Dot in his round) But look, I ain't got a round to lose, (well I got a round to use I'm feeling like Gwitty), get hype, man, (and get the loudest uz' What else?) Their d**h gon' be on that counter too (Shine, what else?) If he swing, then I'm gonna counter too What if Surf jump in? (Well I'ma counter Tsu ‘Cause my d**h ain't gonna be on the account of Tsu What if he peel off?) Get drug over the counter, Tsu (The doctors will be trying to get money back like they countersued) Aye Big T, I'm ‘bout to hurt Tsu, (but it hurts to), know that we're not the first to (Ever since Joe Buddens put you in the verse, Tsu), you think you're universal (But you ain't signed to Def Jam), Interscope, or (Universal) If I don't get my [?], Tsu, (then we pursue), anybody I got to murk too, (let's throw it in reversal) I will verse Tsu, (have his insides out), like you were [?] I'll give my little homie a capsule, he'll lose his capsule (Then he'll cap Tsu), I'm just going off the cap, Tsu (So it's your own problem if you touch his cap, Tsu Charron, problem, cap, Tsu) I got to ask you, how you're a [?] but you're with Roc today? (Stop it, K We all know that the Dots will say), “it's not the same” (He'll get shot from a block away) ‘Til I [?] west coast n***a not to play (This the b**h who Tay digs?) You ain't even the best, man, hol' at Day (What we got, the gas all-stars?) Let's take a chance (Snitch n***a, you'll take the stand The whole crowd screaming y'all should k** Jersey), and I'ma lake his fan Arms lock, (with a firm grim), I ain't shaking hands (Let a shot loose), hit Roc group, (I'm trying to make a band This n***a been bringing Smack down), spray the can (Go against the pops), you're getting the business next, Shane McMahon (And I plan to), make it land, (the handle), beige his tan (It's brand new), and let it can Tsu like a change of plans (Gun Titles, y'all gon' need three biscuits) A llama, a 40, a tec, (machines lifted) With heat vision, (heavy rounds, deep dishes With a gun so big, the n***a Hitman), can't remix it (I'm talking ‘bout that chilaka boom, boom, boom), that T spitting (I'm talking ‘bout it's in the car), like Reed visit (Then revisit with a 9, a blicky, a 9, a dessy), have his team missing (The types of swammies we got to make the n***a Surf), reach different (It's round 1, it's getting hot in here What's your slogan?) Zip ‘Em Up (What's mine?) Get ‘Em The f** Outta Here (Hell no, you reach, get urn and ash the f** outta here My tank is full, get that gas the f** outta here Get anybody that's been on their dick from the jump the f** outta here And get any 2-on-2 that's not us the f** outta here) [Round 2: Tsu Surf & (Tay Roc)] (Everybody want to roll), but n***as be fearing the ride (You're getting knocked out then wake up getting buried alive) I'm more official with the four, (but I carry the five And I'll put it on your kids like I'm swearing to God) Somebody getting bent all out of shape when I'm popping mine 40 cal ate his side, that's an octagon (Surf, that was mean, let me try angles Circle his block, looking for squares when I'm gripping mine Boy, when I bang, sh** look like a plane hit, that's the Pentagon) I let a few bang you, (dear God, I'll send you a few angels) Just how I like ‘em, land in an ugly box in a cute angle I got the drop on a n***a, heard the safe in a home I pull up, I'll Bill Cosby, then I'm taking him home (Hold up, Surf, that's a reach, how you gon' Bill on a n***a?) That ain't no reach, Roc, that mean I'ma peel on a n***a (Aye, DNA want to know how we got cool, Surf, should we tell him?) Of course (I was f**ing with your moms), and I was f**ing with yours DNA couldn't come outside ‘til he was done with his chores (And Shine put make-up around his mouth to cover the sores My jacket, full of purple hearts, covered with wars) Your what? (My jacket, full of purple hearts, covered with wars) I'll Andre Drummond the house, nothing but boards (They'll find his mother in the woods), back trunk of a Ford I crept up behind her, the choice of weapon, a cord (Put the maximum on his head, the homies will do it for nothing probably) sh**, for that fee, I'll do it, and pile her on the other bodies Impala, on the other bodies (Son not a G, he a soft liar) He said, son not a G, he a soft liar DNA better jet or get caught up in the crossfire (Aye Smack, give us one of them wild mid-tier n***as), that would be more threats (Y'all more like mid-tier, top-tier n***as), y'all are Cor vets (Nah, but scratch that, real sh** And for you new n***as playing games), I ain't with the f**ing jokes (What?) Nitty'll get buried with the work, that's how you mix Rum and coke (Son wait, that was dumb straight But back shots, bullets steam out his chest, the block's smelling like Rum cake) No joke when I'm raising the chrome I'll let two pick in his mouth, *tch, tch*, Razor Ramon (Breaking your bones, you don't want to see this heater bang Boy, this British bulldog got me walking like I need a cane) Sound like Austin walking when I blam mine No gloves, f** it, I'll use a sock for this man kind (Sting mask, I can go Hannibal and stalk him Or Legion of Doom, I can be animal and hawk him) DNA, I don't respect you, you be b**hing with these ladders Matt and Jeff Hardy, we be flipping with these ladders (I never missed a perfect shot, I get it done I brought my undertaker and my road dog brought his bada** billy gun) Say swear to god you ain't a f*ggot, (well that's that they told us) If we cremated this b**h, his ashes will be gold dust Hey Roc? (Uh-huh?) Hey Roc? (What?) Hey Roc? (Yeah?) Hey Roc? (What?) Hey Roc, let these n***as know, (we can do a pick and roll) Bam, bam, (give and go), don't matter if it's big or low (f** we got to put it in Gun Titles or something?) I hate that I got to explain a lot (Why?) ‘Cause that big bald head will flame his top (These n***as is hard of hearing D, you and K), shouldn't be thinking y'all can dunk (This SK for you and K), they'll be stinking like a skunk (Thinking that y'all can f** with us), D, are you and K drunk? (Two caskets stacked on top of each other), will be you and K, bunk? (Y'all seen them living through this? I had another vision) News report of dead on the television (I hit him with the back of the shotty, he seeing double vision) Free El Chapo, I'll get that scope, I get tunnel vision (Nah, f** that, Surf, I ain't done yet I'm Spaceman with the shot, they'll gon' park in the sunset Jersey) [Round 2: K-Shine & (DNA)] Yo, I was on the [?] train, her little cousin, nah, DNA, asked me a question But I was looking a different direction (Aye yo K-Shine, yo, I need you to pay attention) Déjà vu, wait, wait, give me a second ‘Cause it's a different post above the window, (but I vividly read it) And it said that, (anybody with a criminal record), that get charged with possession (In New Jersey State Law), gets a five-year minimum, (in bold letters), no exceptions (Message), you got away with the first gun charge, how you pull off the second? Yo, you really think this n***a telling? (I mean, honestly, he got to be They don't got that many get out of jail free cards in Monopoly) Aye Roc, wasn't you on this property? (He damn sure was, wasn't he Zip ‘Em Up first?) Yeah, then he went to the Dots? (Then he went to the Dots, homie Damn, before that, wasn't he Cave Gang?) I guess now he got to be Gun Titles ‘cause he got to be (So you're a Zip, a Cave, Gun Title Dot…)