[Round 1: Brixx Belvy]
Now last time I was here, I did some shit that could've got me murked
Beef was cold, but shit I'm known to that Rocky work
Now them sayin' that little clit prolly squirt got me irked
Then another pussy tryin' to ride that Wave, you punany Surf
I got Bloods for that homi work
Copy Smurf?
80 cover your front and back like a [?] jers'
Your bitch do anything for some White Castle and oxy Surf
Your Bay? Guantanamo
That's where the cops meet Surf
He coppin' work?
You got a fuck bucks?
You fucked
I want it all from birds to 8 balls
Q us
Ars' drove if you bus(t)
White sheet; Klu Klux
Plastic like Nicki
(Minaj?)
Nah, I don't give two fucks
Who us? N***a we suit up like church clothes
Roll up on these Grapes for them perp' O's (purple)
Get a hearse slow
See the magazine, "Wave Wherever Surf Go"
Red dot and before he pack son
That's Clarence the mark down Surf clothes
No arms?
Cool, I got hands, damn, where that smirk go?
Knock that frown off, get a Bobby Brown jaw and a Nerf nose
You need Jesus leakin' with a hurt soul, hurt throat
Cause I served that Addam's (Adam's) Fam' like Lurch, whoa
Take it personal, I hate you
Everybody in Surf's club get wiped out in a wave pool
Sleep on me
I don't give a shit what they paid you
But Yogi should've told Boo Boo I will hibernate you
Wait Tsu
That fat fluff, is the muff and you the [?]
You don't get whipped cause you got yo' L's, n***a you the driver
Suge...you a liar
He ain't firin' the pump
But if we crash even Shotgun gets a bag for ridin' with the front
Chumps catch a combo for the cash
Don't count on bein' safe, bein' brave?
Catch a straight shot, n***a E&J
Fag, got one foot in the bag but he don't see it straight
Think he ill on them pills but that X ain't a Factor if that winnin' ain't in yo' DNA
Now speakin' of seeing straight
I wasn't gon' say shit
But why you say somethin' so tough, then do this gay shit?
What? You put yo' hands on yo' hips when you spray clips?
No, you put yo' hands up on yo' hips, when you dip, he dip, they dip!
I said nothin' could prepare me
Please, Lord spare me
Cause any n***a that claim Crip and do this shit; scares me
I don't care if his name is on some N.O.M.E. shit
One question SMACK, y'all n***as condone this?
Battery in his back, y'all fags don't acknowledge it
Turn him around and see double A's (NCAA) on some college shit
Brixx the king, I will squeeze, unlock his shit
Left his memory on this square like a floppy disc
He tweak, beef, let's meet, whatever block he with
Nah, he call, talk? And it's all off karate flicks
Caught wit' chrome, a day later he home, but he not a snitch
How he some New Jersey Devil but never been through H.E. double hockey sticks?
N***a what got me pissed is this shit is a mismatch
And I'll still make a bar and grill out your ribs and six pack
Question: How you ride that Six flag...but scared of rides at Six Flags?
We'll beat him the fuck up, they'll cover his Blood with his Crip rag
Snitch ass
Take ya cap and ya zone, no touchback
Serve, no Spike, might leave your dog on the rug, rat (Rugrat)
It's yo' time? Fine, where the plug at
How he a Crip when he really a bitch with a Blood rag
He top five on SMACK? Cool, I can honor that
Classic battles? All L's got him that
It's a fact Tsu, caps blew (blue) for that Dodger hat
It's ten of us then it's 10 .4's; roger that
You see the toast, your man is ghost, that might haunt ya
You gwappin'? That chain, you rock it (rocket), I might launch ya (launcher)
Clip pump, make the kid dump like Tonka
Straps spark over green backs like Blanka
I palm up and get the Glock involved
That shit'll split him down the middle like Stockton Mall
For a stat, that gat or cannon get fired
Get checked with that .4 or 1K (401K) since you plan to retire
I ain't got no views Surf?
That's cool Surf, but who's worse?
He said, "Brixx"? Nah, shit ball, pool verse, queue Surf
That Rueg' hurt, that tool squirt, open ya new shirt
Yo' Big T(ee) gon' see what these Chalakabooms worth
I'm a loose head in my tool shed
Let's demonstrate
Oshkosh overalls, mask off of Leatherface
Chainsaw his door, *YEING YEING* he's at Heaven's Gates
What's the odds of huntin' for a god? You better pray (prey)
The fetti's straight for all that yapping around here
Where I'm from? The boys in blue ask, "What happened around here?"
It's .45, UZI's clappin' around here
Go tell URL I do the SMACKing around here
Get this n***a outta here
[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
First off, for me even takin' this shit, you lucky
It be a lot of handshakes and smiles in ya battles, don't touch me
If they think you G after this L, you gon' see why (Y) they say, "Surf get ugly"
My bitch hit my phone said, "It's a party."
I said, "Word. Tell me where
And tell ya girls drinks on the house. Everybody gettin' shots of Belvedere."
I know you wonderin', "Why he tellin' me that silly shit?"
Cause that's a code for a body, let me tell you what that really meant
My bitch said, "It's a body", I said, "Word. Tell me where
And tell ya friends get the fuck out the house cause everybody gettin' shots if Belvy there."
You probably gassed up right now, itchin' to rap
I hope ya mother pray for you and your bitch in the back
I'm a million miles from home but still got a chip on my back
We in Stockton?
Shit, it's gon' feel like Atlanta if Josh get a Smith in his back
Boy I will trend everybody in ya family, I get them pounds poppin'
And if I don't make it out, them homies gon' be like Sacramento and San Fran' how they so round (surround) Stockton
You prolly aim the shit but you don't bang the shit
You get mosh pit mangled by a gang of Crips
I'll pull that .4, cock, then bang the 5th
Headshot of Advil if he don't die, his dad will like Jaiden Smith
If you was a MAC-90, then I'ma brown M2-50 cap double clip the extended version
Clip'll burst and hit each and every different person
Soon as he think, "Phew" that shit'll worsen
And the management hit the jackpot, I play back slot until it clack/pop
Then let it go like I'm tryin' to be the bigger person
You wanted wreck, right?
Well let's get straight to the shots then
I ain't deep for the Jazz, and address me as "John"
Cause I brought enough homies to get everybody in the Stock' ten (Stockton)
You? Prolly reenact what you see on TV
Somebody goin' to commercial
Fuck I need to put it in subtitles or somethin'?
You reenacting' what you see on TV, somebody goin' to come hurt you
Until my goons go into action for them Benjamins and Jacksons
Couple Franklins on ya head
I know some Bloods that get it crackin' but for him?
It might not make sense so it sounds a lil' funny, from the outside lookin' in
Since that T bag, Brixx ain't been good wit' his money
With that automatic I aim at that addict and give him six shots of penicillin
Fuck I gotta put it in subtitles or somethin'?
With that automatic I aim at his attic and give him six shots up in his ceilin'
You either come with a million punchlines, general bars and mad flips
Or get personal, try that Crab shit and get yo' ass whipped
Always 100 percent
One hit his head, one hit his head, three stomach shots, two hit his hips
He fall, I feel like I ain't make a shot all night how I keep shootin' Brixx (bricks)
Boy I had a half a million views on my last war, you had 80,000
Total...on your last four
I will beat you with that booty ass style that you Jungle n***as think you got
If the URL was the NBA, you wouldn't make the Cavs (calves) like ankle socks
You prolly play wit' that but you don't spray wit' that
Blade on the arc and saw (Arkansas)
Docs will never get that razor back (Razorbacks)
Oh, you brought cheerleaders, huh?
Well let me tell you how much these mags got and how these pompoms feel
Fox said I was doin' it for URL
Well why the fuck I still get that GrindTime feel?
Type of n***a that lie about how he see the ki'
Talkin' 'bout he drove through Delaware, met his connect in Maryland and brought three for three
I know that's a lot since my Virginia n***as claim they never seen him in the DMV
Fuck I gotta put it in subtitles or somethin'?
I said I know that's a line since my Virginia n***as claim they never seen him in the DMV
For Brixx to be so soft he bolder (boulder) than he look
I should rock him
Oh, you one of Con's cretes (concrete), I know, I can spot 'em
Why throw pebbles when I can send the (cinder) block to chop him
I don't care if that vest made of stone, steel, Kevlar or copper
It'll look like a wrecking ball hit him, he gon' need construction workers instead of doctors
You look like a horse jockey
Take that into consideration
Fuck I gotta put that into subtitles?
You look like a horse jockey, take that and consider racin'
Jersey!