[Round 1: Shotgun Suge]
Let's get one thing straight
Everything about them strap charges is fake
At least that one in the D
Calicoe paid the cops, Smack told the story but y'all ain't hear that comin' from me
Am I my brother's keeper?
Yes I am
Repeat after me, am I my brother's keeper?
(Yes I am!)
One headshot will change his features
I can run up on Surf and put money on his brim
I got some shit that'll knock son out his Timbs
He at his car with his bitch, thinking she his friend
Sixth Man Antwon thought he was the shit, now my brother dead hangin' on the rim
I really put in work, Surf know
I know Pac-Man, who the fuck is Surf bro?
Hеy Pac's, ask ya little man, what kind of real nigga Surf though?
Full fledgеd, a soldier ranger
Shooter stance when I hold the gauge and
What y'all don't know, is Tsu Surf got his name from roller blading
So you tellin' me, you roller blade
Moonwalk on skates, and clap heat?
Nah, that's why I'm the shooter and the driver
Cause Surf is always scared to get out the backseat
Talkin' 'bout, "Chill, chill. You straight wild."
Fuck you mean chill? I'm on the Bricks now
He in the back, grinnin', straight smile
Boyz N The Hood we had to let him out the whip like Trey Styles
Ayo, this friendship we got turn rotten
This .40 got a drum, them beats knockin'
If Rah Rah come up [?] with the rah rah he ain't gon' make it past Cotton
I dare you, I off his top
Bullet holes in his whip, he was forced to stop
I get jiggy with the Sig'y, I ain't shot with the glizzy, I got an awesome shot
Aye cuz, you better admire a great
When I fire the .8
Aim on when I fire it straight
Think Fresh how I left dawg (dog) hangin' from a fire escape
Aye Ars, I thank you, my career 'bout to take off
Cause Surf will get smoked and I don't need the bag, he a break off
I'm Crip, he Crip but who go hardest?
In the state of New Jersey, I never seen a nigga beat two gun charges
He take a lot of shots, miss most, he Stacey Patton
Word on the streets this nigga is rattin'
Word on the streets this nigga's chattin'
"Oh nah not Surf he bout that action."
But then I remember, he always stingy with the cheese this nigga rattin'
I remember before SMACK, Surf couldn't afford them clothes
Y'all know how the story goes
I'll send cuz up a Glory Road
Let me catch him reachin, he gon' die in the Jordan pose
He think he fuckin' with me? He must be sniffin' that shit that keep his nose fed
Surf funny and his nose red
Call the strap "Beldar"
Hollow tips "Coneheads"
After this dome shot, it's gon' be head trauma, more than scratches
Before the cut: Tsu Surf
After the cut: Patches
I told Swag, "This a mismatch"
His homies gon' be over his casket like, "You know you in some shit Patch"
If I got to ride or somethin', mask or disguise or somethin'
Timbos, cargos, .9 from Saddam or somethin'
Black boy in America, that boy gon' die for nothin'
Jersey
Let's get one thing straight
Everything about them strap charges is fake
At least that one in the D
Calicoe paid the cops, Smack told the story but y'all ain't hear that comin' from me
Am I my brother's keeper?
Yes I am
Repeat after me, am I my brother's keeper?
(Yes I am!)
One headshot will change his features
I can run up on Surf and put money on his brim
I got some shit that'll knock son out his Timbs
He at his car with his bitch, thinking she his friend
Sixth Man Antwon thought he was the shit, now my brother dead hangin' on the rim
I really put in work, Surf know
I know Pac-Man, who the fuck is Surf bro?
Hеy Pac's, ask ya little man, what kind of real nigga Surf though?
Full fledgеd, a soldier ranger
Shooter stance when I hold the gauge and
What y'all don't know, is Tsu Surf got his name from roller blading
So you tellin' me, you roller blade
Moonwalk on skates, and clap heat?
Nah, that's why I'm the shooter and the driver
Cause Surf is always scared to get out the backseat
Talkin' 'bout, "Chill, chill. You straight wild."
Fuck you mean chill? I'm on the Bricks now
He in the back, grinnin', straight smile
Boyz N The Hood we had to let him out the whip like Trey Styles
Ayo, this friendship we got turn rotten
This .40 got a drum, them beats knockin'
If Rah Rah come up [?] with the rah rah he ain't gon' make it past Cotton
I dare you, I off his top
Bullet holes in his whip, he was forced to stop
I get jiggy with the Sig'y, I ain't shot with the glizzy, I got an awesome shot
Aye cuz, you better admire a great
When I fire the .8
Aim on when I fire it straight
Think Fresh how I left dawg (dog) hangin' from a fire escape
Aye Ars, I thank you, my career 'bout to take off
Cause Surf will get smoked and I don't need the bag, he a break off
I'm Crip, he Crip but who go hardest?
In the state of New Jersey, I never seen a nigga beat two gun charges
He take a lot of shots, miss most, he Stacey Patton
Word on the streets this nigga is rattin'
Word on the streets this nigga's chattin'
"Oh nah not Surf he bout that action."
But then I remember, he always stingy with the cheese this nigga rattin'
I remember before SMACK, Surf couldn't afford them clothes
Y'all know how the story goes
I'll send cuz up a Glory Road
Let me catch him reachin, he gon' die in the Jordan pose
He think he fuckin' with me? He must be sniffin' that shit that keep his nose fed
Surf funny and his nose red
Call the strap "Beldar"
Hollow tips "Coneheads"
After this dome shot, it's gon' be head trauma, more than scratches
Before the cut: Tsu Surf
After the cut: Patches
I told Swag, "This a mismatch"
His homies gon' be over his casket like, "You know you in some shit Patch"
If I got to ride or somethin', mask or disguise or somethin'
Timbos, cargos, .9 from Saddam or somethin'
Black boy in America, that boy gon' die for nothin'
Jersey
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