[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
Oakland, let's go off on some hot shit
O A.K. landed as soon as I did
I've been watchin' a lot of your battles, shit be gettin' dark for Rex
I call Fab like, "For the sugar, tape/chalk for Rex."
No sweat, I want your ass sick (Jurassic), Park for Rex
Long clip, I'll let it go
Zig zag, it's a method, eyes closed
Ain't got to try, seal the top, no effort
A real method to my madness, all I know is politics
I dusted off Roc(k) and kept him, I'm an archeologist
Besides Roc I hate the Dots, most of 'em gay
Fuck Mook, I wanted him (M), I started with two O's and a K
There's something different in my mind, I don't be feelin' peoplе
K-Shine got traded from The Littlе Giants to the Village People
Chayna Ashley y'all toughest n***a, no punchline
What's ya son name? Christian?

[Rex]
Watch ya mouth

[Tsu Surf]
Lord please forgive me for backsliding
I'm in that crib holdin' Christian underwater tryin' to baptize him
With these silly thoughts, I'm prolly gonna live in Hell
And with this Louieville bat, man (Batman) I'll make Christian bail (Bale)
Ask about us, everything you heard, my neighbors wildin'
We be in his crib, basement, bangin' upstairs like the neighbors wildin'
Turban shots, that's a wrap for his head, hand me the towel
Bodies on bodies on bodies, I'm tryin' to see a pile
Gun flash in his face, he'll see a "pow"
No bullets, gun butter, simple fact he'll eat a cal' (cow)
They said, "Why you travel alone?"
I said, "N***a please
You never know when the Nina will blow that spray on me for breeze (Febreze)
I keep bullets about this big
Hit two people when I [?] people
My n***a Ars'? Left on me, that n***a ain't even make bail
So I understand how you feel about Shine...
Let's go
{Chokes}
[Round 1: T-Rex]
Grown man bars, somethin' you gotta deal with
No matter how many of these fabricated lines he 'bout to say
It ain't gon' equal up to this real shit
Swear To God you ain't an informant n***a
You prolly got a lil' microphone under your shirt when, you ain't even performin' n***a
Swear To God you ain't an informant n***a
Say "swear to God"
Swear To God you ain't an informant n***a
Swear To God you ain't an informant
This n***a up here be the same dude that got caught up in Detroit then he bailed out in the mornin'
Supposed to have warrants, but the next day posted up where he performin'
Your lawyer must be the truth n***a
Lil' Wayne gotta go to jail for a gun but they make exceptions for you n***a?
Revolver, not even a shell will drop
This n***a got a chopper and a badge, he a heli-cop
I'll have him leakin' brain juice 'fore his melon pop
My n***as gon' shoot him 'til I tell 'em, "Stop"
Street movin'
We never lose, we gon' spray you 'til the TEC jam, unjam then keep shootin'
Y'all students and we? We in different brackets
The scope make me near sighted like prescription glasses
[?] practice
Then go back to playin' with Christian like shit didn't happen
[?] n***a that'll kill but I do
Same n***as I came in with
I'm loyal they still by me
So they keep that steel by me
So if I'm feelin' any way, they start playin' Call Of Duty with real bodies
This shit here is a waste of my time
Until I walk up on stage with the K like I made up with Shine
That's my little brother, I love that n***a, I say it with pride
I just wish he'd holla at me before he made up his mind
The world comin' for the esse's, I tell 'em that I needed [?] the next day
Now this that Sea Doo flow, it's a literal x-ray
I'll kill everyone in ya family members until that death day
[?] there's no snitchin'
And you a sucka if you cool wit' a n***a that you know snitchin'
On my block we got a gun big, it's that tank missed the Cal' (Mystikal) it show us that it's No Limits
They call me "Roberto" this what you do man
Them pills bring the bitch outta Surf
What? Y'all give Tsu Zans (Susan)?
Sent two deep in the Odyssey that's the Kill A N***a Sudan
This revolver wouldn't jam on a fast break with two hands
Who out here sellin' guns?
Who got the metal? I'll cop a (copper) steel
My man in the pen' he (penny) use nickel plated on his block for real
[?] The lawyer only got him a dime out the deal
It could've been a quarter, now that's the power of a dollar bill
Dot Mobb, we got the whole town buzzin'
Big dimes of sour, I got pounds of it
I'm speakin' volumes when I say "the loud comin'"
I got a couple n***as killed Surf, I'm proud of it
Dot Mobb, you heard we the ones
The shooter holster blend in, you never see the guns
Y'all tryin' to play like I'm sold, y'all try to think that we the ones?
I'll bring the ratchet on TV, I'm Peter Gunz
'Erybody always talkin' [?] gun shit and they'll get a n***a hurt shit
And once that paperwork surface
We'll really see who Surf is
See I'm leavin' with this n***a head
You lucky it's one rounder but...this n***a dead!