[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 bitch: I had that Magnum hit a bear back
'Cause I really don't fuck with y'all right now
Y'all mothafuckers the reason I'mma 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?
Nigga, bet it on you, then he a motherfuckin' 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 nigga's a boy
You on contract to rap every time they snap
Us top tier niggas 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 kill these niggas 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 shit, mixed with street shit
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 shit
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
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 bitch: I had that Magnum hit a bear back
'Cause I really don't fuck with y'all right now
Y'all mothafuckers the reason I'mma 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?
Nigga, bet it on you, then he a motherfuckin' 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 nigga's a boy
You on contract to rap every time they snap
Us top tier niggas 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 kill these niggas 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 shit, mixed with street shit
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 shit
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
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