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 b**h: I had that Magnum hit a bear back 'Cause I really don't f** with y'all right now Y'all mothaf**ers the reason I'ma 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? n***a, bet it on you, then he a motherf**in' 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 n***a's a boy You on contract to rap every time they snap Us top tier n***as 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 k** these n***as 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 sh**, mixed with street sh** 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 sh** 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 p**y wouldn't get the W if Plies said it I'm rollin' through your neighborhood with a prosthetic b**h, 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 n***a that they rescue Suge punched you in your chest, well, if that gauge press you Your man bringin' 60 roses like a back page special b**h, 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 n***a sh**; it's not biology Teach him how to rap his head up; it's cosmetology n***a, f** 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 n***a started mockin' me Well, save all them struggles My n***a, '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 and get the van!" I leave the scene two Cortez's; that's Spic 'n' Span I click and blam, n***a, 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, b**h, you stole that line I told you that when we were sparrin' on the phone that time What you gonna say? I rap about cookin' dope? That's fine I f** around and leave Roc 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? b**h, you lucky you ain't get k**ed, Tsunami The way them Newark n***as was hurtin' him Mad 'cause he reppin' they hood but he from Irvington Them b**hes left bottles in his section like they servin' him sh**, I'd have put the 5 to his back, like I'm burpin' him The nerve of him, he 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 when Roc gave you life like it's your third offense b**h, see you f**ed 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 b**h, 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.Ps when Crips comin' I get everybody in blue buried, 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 k**ers from the Queen scene Back in the 80s, said it was crazy sellin' clean clean My pops rock-a-byed a few n***as, he did his thing thing Ironic he a k**er like Prince and on Supreme's team They like, "Top, if your daddy on Supreme's team Well, why 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 pop b**h, 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 n***as, 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 murder, brother; I ain't Percy The long nose s**s for you; it ain't Kirby The stand keep movin' around; it ain't sturdy So, how you gonna stop this round? He say Jersey [Round 2: Tsu Surf] {21:00}