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lirik lagu the streetz – tsu surf

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[intro]
say ‘what’ again. say ‘what’ again
i dare you i double dare you motherf-cker
say what one more godd-mn time!
he… he’s black… go on… he’s bald
does he look like a b-tch? what?
does-he-look-like-a-b-tch?
no!

[verse 1: tsu-surf]
pistol packin’, drug sellin’, post it with convicted felons
nan the clip, spit yo melon, far from dumb, i’m very clever
time is precious, every second, every minute, every hour
i sublime and i blow sour, you got money, you got power
i don’t f-ck around with cowards, half of these n-ggas be stallin’
hayward in the f-ckin’ county, any fire, i’m about it (free my n-ggas)
so free all my n-ggas until they get free
you frontin’ and stuntin’, you nothin’ like me
kickin’ it savage, exquisite the beat
you don’t got no money, don’t get in no beef
you visit the streets, you playin’ for keefs
swing through yo block every day of the week
twist some sh-t up and i’m leavin’ the scene
i’m in the cut sellin’ dope to the fiends
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me and my team
hbup n-gga yeah we got the streets
smokin’ on strong cuz you lil n-ggas weak
talk to yo money, ain’t talkin’ to me hood all hot, fish all sweet
n-ggas be snakes, b-tches be creeps
hittin’ the trap, n-gga, that’s how i eat
i’mma do me, n-gga, so f-ck what you think
n-ggas know me, i go hard on the pen
ain’t talkin’ [?] but i need everything
ain’t takin’ no [?] but i need everything

[hook: tsu surf]
this the streetz, this the streetz
n-ggas snakes, b-tches creeps
it ain’t a game, play it for keeps
this the streetz, n-ggas this the streetz
n-ggas snakes, b-tches creeps
only the strong survive, you can’t be weak
this the streetz, this the streetz n-ggas snakes, b-tches creeps

[verse 2: juju]
i really gotta thank my momma
without her i’d prolly be dead
got [?] strappin’ that 2, it’s like 50 with one in the head
just get in my zone, bluntin’ it [?] and i’m gone
point me to them and they gone
choppers get blown [?] on that phone
free they be flags they be home
i heard it was beef
i skirt up on em with them cals up
they go bleaw bluf, anotha town stump goin’ loud up
it ain’t tinted, i ain’t m-ssed up
there’s gloves in the mag tug, there’s gloves in the max tuck
there’s gloves in the mactop
it’s personal i’mma tear his -ss up
nippin’ in the b-tter ain’t love
that’s how i do n-ggas
never been to chiraq, drill me a few n-ggas
n-ggas be talkin’, but i’m outta town, faded
tweet me, i’m busy, pull up back home alone [?]

[hook]

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