[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? Nigga 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, nigga 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, nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas 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?
Nigga 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 nigga outta here
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? Nigga 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, nigga 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, nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas 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?
Nigga 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 nigga outta here
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