Big T vs. Tsu Surf [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
Now why in the fuck would I come all the way to Detroit to tell fat jokes?
When I can talk about shit that’s not funny
Like it’s gon look like a cow got smacked by a train
If you running that block from me
I just start to go noodles when the calls is the beef
You soft, I can see the chicken all in ya teeth
Moms crying, “I see Olive Garden all in the street”
Cuz if it ain’t about that green like salad
You get the biscuit with the shell but it’s all you can eat
They say that boy Tsu Surf cold but all he talk about is hooping
That’s cuz I usually catch fire when that crowd start rooting
I pull that coach K and let that choppa start Duking
And leave so many holes out thurr
They wouldn’t know whether to lock me up for pimping or shooting
Smack gon have to call the Navy or the SWAT
When I come thru with least bout 80 getting dropped
Take his baby up the cliff it look crazy from the top
I bet you I ain’t gotta be Beyonce to drop a baby from the Roc(k)
Every day in my hood I bang I’m a nice worker
I Kenneth Cole, three piece, bow tie, nice shirt ya
Choir in the pull pit, mama in the front row
White Hershel with a clip bout this long 
And it flip both ways like Vice Versa
I know I get a lil complicated when I spit for you niggas but pay attention
This as slow as I’m a get for you niggas
What you about 300 pounds solid? Boy I bet you weak
Oh you feel disrespected? Well I suggest you be
I throw his ass in the truck just to let you see
That you ain’t gotta know ya alphabet to find T in a S U V
I ain’t even gon front, I watched you versus Hollow 7 times
And the first bag wasn’t even the worst bag it resembled that shirt tag
A L, 7 times
I mean you came out swinging but needed to do more of it
Plus the filler in ya schemes lack substance
Senior prom ya lines too long to the punches
Let me give you some advice, drink some bleach
Slit your wrist and eat an AIDS needle
Then hopefully you’ll see life on the other side
And get it thru that fat fucking skull
That you got a better chance killing yourself than pushing Tsu aside (suicide)
I see the nigga that attempted to murder yo ass
Wasn’t trying to grill nothing
Well try looking into the eyes of a nigga that’s trying to kill something
We make niggas disappear like that triangle out Bermuda
They can’t find his body but they know that I’m the shooter
I say cut my sentence in half and I’ll spread a lil rumor
Deal? Well you can look in OKLAHOMA if you wanna find them SOONER
You ain’t hawking niggas down hopping out to let that heater spray
Bagel thighs, and from the looks of things ya first piece of pussy was DNA
If that was me that would’ve caught you in that car down in all black
Quarter size holes in the door shattered glass flats
Potato the four four for the sound to let it clap
Them mag rounds let ketchup and hashbrowns on his lap
Let me tell you how I know that we be moving on a separate thought
Cuz when it’s beef y’all chickens be telling the pork
I told the prosecutor let me get a veggie burger and a rice cake
I told the homies I want his mother and his father
They brought me back two heads in a box like a Skype gate
Tsu Surf loses to Big Tasha, I think not
And since you heavy, you gon get the same box D got
We could make it whatever you wanna make it lets start a riot nigga
I wait til the moment of silence at ya grandmother wake
Then yell QUIET NIGGA!

[Round 1: Big T]

Ayo Surf, how come none of them niggas in the blogs come with you?
You showed up, showed heart
But we not bout to see if you got something with you
Nigga it a been smart cuz you bought bring guns with you
But we ain’t have to see ya arsenal
To know that you ain’t have that Shotgun with you
Ain’t this Tsu? “I’m a put T in the ground like a golf course”
First off that hand on ya hip shit uncalled for
Well “I’m a put T in a bag like lipton”
Well let me help this nigga out right cuz this nigga trippin
See if I was you I would say if he talking any shit then I’m a put T in a bag
I bet he won’t give me any lip then (lipton)
Which reminds me
He battled X Factor he said will have the K sounded like me
Nigga I battled Hitman I said I’ll be like H in the middle of nowhere
This nigga wanna be just like me
But I’m a show you how I do it, lets say I take a word like unit
And put U IN (N) IT, that was just you (U) and (N) I T
Which reminds me, some other shit you do Surf
It’s like when I really start to view Surf
It’s like none of this shit new Surf
It’s a bunch of “brrrr” “do-do” that ain’t you Surf
Lock pick his door, “eerrrrr” that’s mine too Surf
Remember you gon get this missile until I got boost Surf
You know how much my (?) worth? Ohhh I should sue Surf
Truth hurt and you know why I think nothing scary
Cuz you let Bill Collector say fuck Tookie
And he came to Newark and wasn’t worried
Nigga I’m from Chicago, I ain’t GD but if a nigga woulda said fuck Larry
Then the next day you mighta found a motherfucker buried
Nigga how you let a nigga be disrespectful to Tookie?
You stepping against a vet, you took disrespect from a rookie
Nigga Ars, Surf and Red…. Them niggas is pussy
These niggas from Jersey sure’s (Jersey Shore) bitches
Jenni, Sammy and Snooki
Look b, I flew over to Newark what happen to all these Jersey wars
Bright sand, Jersey floors, this shit look like Jersey Shore
What I heard before when I was hitting ya thick horse
She told me that your shit was like this short, she say mine like 6 floors
So it makes sense why she’d rather ride mine rather than yours
Cuz ya name Surf, every time she ride she gets board
They say I’m scared of Surf, I say Surf who, they like Tsu Surf
I say Surf cool what it do Surf
Cuz Surf get you for what you worth cuz Surf sue
Me verse Tsu, I will merk Tsu in rehearsal, no rehearsal, I will hurt Tsu
But it hurts to know I wouldn’t be the first to
First Tsu had two battles in a basement, nobody saw it
Ill body bag, DNA body bag, he was no longer wanted
Edged K-Shine but X beat ya, so ya record like CD’s with no features
Other than you ain’t nobody on it
Warning, if you see a sign that say I won’t shoot cuz police here
Ignore it people, if anybody that came with Surf and they still breathing
Enjoy it people
You would think I was smuggling immigrants across the border people
How I load up, sneak past security
And dump the four in people (foreign people)
If you warn people I run up blazing cans
Pants in ya Lugz boots you like the southwest shuffle
I’m a make em dance
Lift my arm like I’m trying to raise his hand
Blaze his deck hit em til (?) came up like he had a change of plans
I’m the man here you won’t make it where I’m from
I’m in demand here, you keep playing here you can stand here
But see if you land here, if I start a fire I make you clamp here
If you don’t wanna get in with these hollows
Then you better learn the movie like the Hollow man and stand clear
I let the drama pop, llama pop til my arm is hot
Hit his moms, his pops everyone in the way of harm gets shot
Enough in the charge in stock to clear everyone from the parking lot
And leave the scene here clean cut like a barber shop

[Round 2: Tsu Surf]

Here the fuck we go again, I like Mozzarella sticks and nachos too
It’s hot but I’m hungry like “oohh ahh oohh”
Smack this round ain’t done yet boy?
Whew! I’m so heavy if I have a stroke I need a pair of medics, two
But why would I come to Detroit to tell fat jokes?
When I can clap folks
Largest to smallest or let the lil homies handle the scramble
Discovery channel, 60 hyenas verse a walrus
I use that 8 them tools get baked
You’ll lose some weight when I’m dumping slugs
See the medics gonna gurdy and Sherman clump
But ya mother gonna wear her buddy love
I bought an apron in case it get ugly, I’m trying to Cal beef, fry something
Yeah I’m a cool nigga so I’m a be cool but try something
Whole hood screaming and all it was bout 5 something
They say Surf left T hanging from the line
Like he was trying to dry something
How I get here? If that bitch wasn’t dead I tell you ask ya sister
I wet mines, I dump nines, in the pockets like a Blitzer
Only two things can happen if one of these hit ya
Either Surf’s gon leave like Mayweather or T’s gon leave like Victor
And when it come to ya moms, I don’t care how that date will go
If she ain’t sucking that 8’ll blow, I’ll put a chicken
So in trickin’ just cuz I paid for that fil-A she owe (fellatio)
I could take y’all to English class without a GED
I aim at T with that AR y’all know what he gon GET
You gon see a SK try and be tough off that E, T
No listen, you gon see a SK trying to be tough off that ET
If you could spell you’ll do well, cuz everything I tell real
And with that K I rip T up the middle cuz you need to L’s to spell KILL
I battled DNA, X-Factor, K-Shine, Yung Ill
And you supposed to be the cause of my death T?
Ha ha, you a mess T, I know one thing you getting more than Juice these birds come out this Nest, T (Nestie)
I was raised by real goons, so all that shit you talking is irrelevant
In the streets you gotta pay like you weigh
So you owe $3,044 and seven cents
People pray, reverend gotta find a home for this guy
Like a lost call service he can roam in the sky
He gotta go he gotta go no emotion shown for the guy
Actually I was at the dealership looking for a Charger
Like my phone finna die
And we was fucking with his wifey but the bitch all brain dead
She just wanna suck dick and listen to Weezy
We call the bitch Wayne head
You get pains in ya chest when you blink, you sweat when you think
It’s only the second round and I bet you, you stink
What female would want to put her face between these knees
That friction could only give off a ranch dressing smell or cream cheese
Bagel thighs, my Chicago bitch said he from the southside of some place
I’m like, where’s that?
It don’t even matter just take me to where the Bears at
Y’all gon see T walking with his head down and hear a snap
I left a jelly bean trail to a bear trap

[Round 2: Big T]

Surf let me ask you again, what that blogging bout?
He like what? I say that Big Terrance!
Shit I was embarrassed he tried to dog me out
The nigga wasn’t at the crib
So guess what I went to the nigga momma house
Like I needed help with my homework
Cuz I’m trying to figure these problems out
I see Surf and Arsonal in front of the crib
I hopped out act like I was gon dap him
Open my hand smacked him, now he knocked out
Grab Arsonal by the dreads, shots going into his head til they pop out
Now the NBA ain’t the only one with a lockout
Hop out, his man know I’m in front of his crib, hi hater, fuck ‘em
I ain’t gon keep playing with this pussy, vibrator
With this light saber I lift where he standing in the air like a skyscraper
With that K, wave it in front of his crib like a polite neighbor
Why wanksta’s wanna do research in Chicago to see if Big T ass can clown?
On some bitch shit that’s when I get mad
And switch shit and chick click, ask it now
Barrel to his mouth, let the magnum bloah!
For thinking it’s that, I let him speak to this gat
Now that’s how you can ask around (a round)
He always saying how he run in niggas cribs
But I got cameras everywhere so I was waiting
I see a Michael Myers jumper, mask off of Jason
Lock pick my door, errrr stick ya face in
Head shot knock the nigga brains to the basement
I put the basement in the attic, attic on top of the basement
Bullets ricocheting off the cabinets switching all of the paintings
Changing all of the stations, switching all of the vases
Terminator 1 roll, knock the baby out the plank pen
What I’m saying is whatever you wanna do, pop
That’s gon get Ars scar, Jay get brought in it
Bring shotgun, get Suge shot
I work with the tools and let the hammers go
Like I’m finna leave tool shop
I’ll have more people
Watch his crowd surf in an audience than Woodstock
Since you wouldn’t not know what pain is
I’m a send him down the lane of it
That unstoppable train that Denzel Washington movie played it in
Push Surf up in the way of it
Ah, the shit get meaner
I wish a hurricane big as Irene and Katrina hit Jersey
And have Surf surf the waves of it
I could be a bastard, wait til somebody passes, take they ashes
Lebron James the remains of it
But I’d rather dig up ya whole family group
Whoever died, make bone marrow soup
And make Surf eat every scrape of it
Say fuck it I’m a style on him, you see T you see a bottle or two
Ciroc or the Goose model or two popping they cooch
Slobbing the crew, blew everything Harmonica flute
Bloop come off of the roof 2Pac up in Juice
Bring drama to Tsu, Osama Saddam to Tsu
Shot up at you, hit ya yamaka too, ya Hanukah suit, I bought my shit too
Bob my shit too (?) keep trying you be in D Lion, I (?) Tsu
What I got in for you I got Spanish cats that scream (?) when they fire
Nigga I shoot up at ya clock, til both y’all expire
Shotgun the shooter and the driver, both of you is liars
You just a fag carrying a shotgun you Omar in the wire
So how he say he put on Jersey? Let me make this scheme
Joe Budden and Redman don’t fuck with you and they make the cream
Low key you hate on Ars, Surf and Red you just don’t make the scene
So how could a nigga put on a Jersey that ain’t make the team?

[Round 3: Tsu Surf]

I don’t know anybody from Chicago so you can’t tell me about my team
And them pants is still the only place
You can get ranch dressing without wings
Okay so now Surf ain’t in the streets and twitter is where you see him
That’s cuz big homies got lil homies
That’ll take that nigga off that timeline like a DM
Ok, so now Surf don’t come thru the block and let it wap when he street sweep
That’s cuz big homies got lil homies that lay that Mac round
And bring it back round like a retweet
Surf ain’t bout that street shit, Surf wouldn’t send nothing
That’s cuz big homies got lil homies
That walk around with pounds like they trying to trend something
What you say a 100,000 tweets? That’s why bitches swallow me nigga
In the moral of this, Ayeverb, follow me nigga
Now back to the story, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Why not come to Detroit to tell fat jokes? I’m in another state
Plus you got ya grandmother shoulders
Ya step father complexion and ya mothers face
When you told DNA he was ugly and soft, ha ha you the man scrap
But somebody tell this man that he’s ugly and fat
And it’s still a damn fact by any chance that can clap
Chicago D’s fine T in the middle of SL like where the Rams at
I see haters still hating, I see Hitman still talking
I see that nigga that tried to sit you down for life, still walking
Where I’m from that ain’t how we handle our obstacles
Add up all the homies, divide them in the parts of the city
Then subtract all possibles
Jail I been there, ratchets I clap those
Made whole families congregate in black clothes
But Smack passed you the chance to battle Hollow
And you dropped it dude
If that was Surf versus Nigel, bullets getting sprayed, glocks get used
Techs that sound like long horns he get chopped and screwed
And if I gotta ride or something all black disguise or something
Timbos, cargos, mask with a nine or something
You gon need God, hiding tips from Saddam or something
Troy Davis that boy gon die for nothing
You catching more than beats if these subs get the woofing T
Whole packs of sheriff’s bloodhounds had to look for T
Look at me, moral at the end of that book will be
All I need is half this clip (Clipse) to push a T (Pusha T)
Ya whole team ass, I’m a let it ride tho
Matt Forte he the only nigga balling in Chicago
I can’t say take me to ya leader cuz this is the boss
Cig’ll toss bullets cross the middle, I pray he pick it off
I’m from the city of loud guns and soft words, Sawnoff’s and Mossberg’s
It’s battle rap but outside T get in that box if he cross words
My psychologist try to tell me I’m two quarters Mike Myers and half of Satan
Cuz I copped the four four long with infared and a navigation
I’ll flick a button and that gat will bang and it stop he drop
Then give em more like I’m elaborating
I hate everything you think you is, so let’s get more of the topic
I’ll hit you so fucking hard you won’t feel a scratch when it’s on and poppin’
Smack paid me racks to chalk his head when that four would pop him
Long bang from long range eight ball quarter pocket
Go relay this message, you a Ray-J fan and an Ayeverb lover
The toughest nigga in the midwest is still Ayeverb mother
I hit em in both legs and let him crawl to slow stop
Then call 911 and chop the ambulance before they make it to (?)

[Round 3: Big T]

My setups be like, if I see Surf in the club deep,
I was sipping my drink he bumped me and kept fucking rolling
I start to look around like Big T just let Surf come in home
So I chilled I was (?) finna leave, put the gun by his temple, squeeze
Now that’s how the fuck you show him
Now he’s dying in the street, left his eyes by his feet
Now maybe next time you could watch where the fuck you going
That’s how I be on em, but the shit that come out of dude mouth
He say shit like I’m a make a nigga scream Deng when I hit em with that (?)
Now what type of nigga you know gets shot and says Dang
He must got a glock when it pop it’s a flag that says bang
Big Terrance ain’t it a motherfucking shame
Cuz it seem like every time Surf bout to get behind bars
He like to give out the other nigga’s name
If I refrain K-Shine said Surf was a snitch, I’m like don’t accuse that
So what if he did a couple months
For a mandatory three year sentence right, we can’t prove that
But in the Thisis50 interview he said
He did less than two years for two straps
So that’s a mandatory six turned into two flat
Now Surf, how you do that?
They said dude rap like how did you make him squeal?
They said the southward shuffle niggas
I’m like they made up a dance for real?
They call me Southward shuffle, not because they’ll kill
Cuz when police put they cards on the table
They get it cut now they ready to make a deal
Since he always trying to southward a nigga
I’m a initially take you south cross the border nigga
Yeah he ok, Oklahoma nigga, boy you sweet like the peaches up in Georgia nigga
So give ATL NO New Orleans nigga
Cuz Surf gon be MIA after I FLORIDA (floor the) nigga
If I order nigga, you owe me dough? You better pay for it
Or you’ll pay for it, cuz when I slide thru and I ride thru it’s too late for it
I’m like a toll booth, you don’t have the right amount when you pay for it
I roll up stick these arms out this window and get you change for it
And I ain’t gone, I’m deaded, I’m deadin’ to this nigga’s house
He a bitch and I feel disrespected so I’m telling him to get out
With these weapons, tellin him to get out
Cuz these techs is like GPS’s
Once I address it I’m getting lead to this nigga house
Like where my money Surf? He like I ain’t got ya shit
I say nigga what? He like well you know T I got robbed and shit
I say nigga what? I’m not convinced and I don’t give a fuck
I step back blip blip like twi hit em up
You’ll think I give him a compliment by the way I raise the spirits up
I’m sick as fuck I make ya mother and sister kiss each other
Break they spine and collarbone soon as they press against each other
The little brother mad, came and bit me, I kicked the fucker
Grabbed his neck twist the fucker, like fuck Surf get ya brother
Surf mad run up on me all fast I let him pass trip the fucker
Grabbed a snack his collarbone smash
When they pressed against each other
Now he like Keenan Ivory Wayans cuz im gon git you sucka
Nah that was wack
It’s cuz I put most of his family up in a cast like In Living Color
My brother I remember when he first put me onto Surf and shit
I was looking like I must admit this old mother fucker Surf can spit
They say he 22, I wasn’t convinced I was thinking at least 136
Nigga I understand you rep Dirty Jerz and shit
But does that mean you always have to wear dirty shit?
They said he gon be fly today I said good luck
Nigga cuz every time I’m outta state what he have on be out of date
Like it’s being stood up
What do y’all like in Surf? I don’t see it
Like maybe it’s the way he rhyme or something, he just screaming
Like maybe I’m just sleeping on Surf, I wasn’t thinking
He spit another rap out I snap out I wasn’t thinking I swear
I didn’t even need two, I one pieced him
Close his mouth choke him out he wasn’t breathing
Like say what’s on ya mind Surf! I up squeezed and blew his brains out
Now we could all see that he wasn’t thinking
You crazy guy even if Dracula looking at me funny thru that lazy eye
I have em clear stabilized where the doctor have him caprivized
Boy you better hope god is a graceful god or saves his life
You sanctified or ain’t alive before you permanently tranquilized
You get hit from that Mac sound like a train collides
He nuts he going sane inside and that’s not even my crazy side
Leave his legs by the roses, head by the daisy side
And get rid of all the witnesses cuz I ain’t trying to spend a day inside

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