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[Round 1: Ave] They finally got a nigga out west So I guess the people need a movie to see Y'all want a couple G's to face, well that shit Gucci to me See, some of y'all probably ain't heard of me much Just know that it can go down once shit gets started like a courtesy flush I heard he tough, so what? Alright, y'all tellin' me he bang So now I'm supposed to be psyched 'cause of all these felonies he claim? Man let him try me here tonight Bro the second we exchange Think Eddie out the script: shit, life will never be the same I ain't gon' entertain the lip and discussion Off the hip and it's bustin' The baby .40: that's Benjamin Button Bitch, I ain't bluffin', gun-buttin' will split your lil' hottie Meaning I will take the four and whip your boo, Gotti I ain't cocky, I'm just a nigga trained for the problems Shit, I used to drown my pain with a bottle Got on my hustle, then sold 'caine by the dollar You know the model, like a bitch on top Ride too good, shit I came from the bottom I'm not them sucka-ass scary men that had that merry end There times we ate with nothin' but fish, I'm pescatarian Carryin' somethin' smaller on point like Muggsy Bogues Made my money off of elbow moves, I'm Dusty Rhodes Yeah I took this on the road and I ain't carin' or bother I'm from Norfolk and I'm headin' back there come tomorrow But see I came out here prepared with them hollows Call my Compton shooter Them same bullets that I'm airin' will follow I'm not gon' dip all strange 'cause he gon' get y'all lames Let him trip, it's enough to get whoever's involved slain That yap will spit long range, equipped with a clear clip You'll see what move through the machine like a pinball game You think I'm playin'? Let him send some shit from his hood at me You'll get your Nutty buddies a box like Lil Debbie 'Cause we ready, artillery? Heavy, the clips is loaded Mine gave me like 30 to get out: eviction notice And he know this shit ain't bogus I'm rollin' with all kinda heaters Oh they eatin'? Well I'm findin' his bitch, slide to this meetin' Once she help me set him up on the grind I'm pinky thinkin' She'll get ate 'cause she gave me the Nut, bitch now we even See, this how we rock, trust me He come his work Monday? I'm showin' up Wednesday brotha: that's Pugsley I snatch his crowns, take the nigga can' off his belt Get squeezed on by your own arms, dance wit yourself I don't need help, 'cause I'll take the hands and just embarrass ya Have them question marks on your face like hidden characters I'll whip this nigga Gotti, will his niggas hit me? Prolly Just know I'm 'bout to get back fast: that's Ricky Bobby So tell me how you wanna take it partner? My range is farther Got homies with blue and red stripes: Jamaican lagers I can either break his jaw or make it harder Leg shots, doc predicted he'll never get around like hatin' bloggers Don't mention me with the talkers, 'cause I ride bottom line Whether lettin' them shots fly or be quiet about the crime Cali singer how he dyin' What y'all ain't catch that? Get a rope 'round your neck tat: I'll tie Dolla Sign Fuck ya grind 'cause ya always whine about the raw he pump How we hard and got heart, cuz, lettin' that .40 dump Till they in court, off course that's when the different story come See, now he tellin' everything from a bench: he Forrest Gump See, that's these hoes scary conscious Part of the reason why we see cons is over the tongue like old Larry Johnsons It's nonsense, once they time hit they foldin' over Only trained to blow smoke, so don't give the Loc a motive I told him to show respect for me Knife to the neck will be The reason you cut from bein' nutty, like a vasectomy So now that we in mix and you think I'll take a loss Think of Dolph and y'all see Gotti ain't killin' shit [Round 1: Geechi Gotti] I'm fresh outta jail, out on bail, California dreamin' Soon as I step on– man why the fuck y'all got me battlin' Ave? T-Top just killed you: that's a Camaro crash The barrel blastin', hit his heart He heard the bang but ain't hear that he see the rounds like they in the vault Man what you thought? I wouldn't be on my disrespect? Nigga, you's a bitch! Nigga and that's a fact, mind is a Snapple They say all these young niggas shoot guns, well I'm an example I'm the one your mama warned ya about Wet your crib up, we like to storm in ya house I shoot first, fuck the consequences, I let y'all worry Just know the tre got a ugly kick and a bald head like Marbury My arms sturdy, lookin' at ya youngin' with the chrome out Like JC last drop: you'll see the kid chest get blown out Niggas be bluffin', that's till the heat sparkin' It's blaow, let niggas see Ave brains: that's street smarts The weak part? Is how he thinkin' he way past me But he ain't actually, 'cause see I was in jail writin' about head shots I know the Outdated Bar Committee ain't happy But fuck it, I figured I'd cook his noodles 'cause the tre nasty Ay, Avey, you dead, ain't no comin' back Yeah I fuck with cuz, I ain't frontin' that But Smack said kill him so guess who I'm gunnin' at No hard feelings, think Al Capone cigarillos Nigga, we only smokin' you because of Smack! Man you fuckin' wack I'm a gang banger, super Crip, my hip come with the gun attached Petty nigga, you dump at me, bitch I'm dumpin' back Multiple shots, that's different pops Doc's tryin' to figure out, "Whose son is that?" My nigga, you remind me of 2Pac though Not 'cause of your bars or because the hood feel you It's just we seen you throw punches on cam But we still think Suge killed you! You know I'm a shooter, I ride around wit' it on me I don't even keep it tucked Half the time, it's already in my hands I ain't the nigga to beef wit' bruh While you reachin' for yours, I been already bust How y'all think I popped so many niggas? I know my pull-out game weak as fuck! Man shit can get real, that's when the trollin' stop And you surrounded by real gangstas who patrol the block Like fuck where you from, is you gon' fold or not? Or it's game gang till it's bang bang Now y'all really a Cave after I put a hole through Roc Now look, you run with YK, that's cool 'Cause these cannons will shoot through ya vest Smack his dome and put young on you like a paternity test Fuck yo' squad, all of them goofs When you see the Crip on the side the chef with the biscuit, it ain't Martha & Snoop! Dawg, you must be Ready to Die, don't know Biggie I can make it happen, K guns clappin' Kill you, then aim for your boss You better hope it jam, Roc And not them songs them Jamaicans rappin' I'm wrapped up in the streets, got a brand new bitch Bust it, they'll wanna hide 'Cause the ratchet came from overseas like a mail-order bride I kick in the do', wavin' the fo' Ya little nigga run up, I'ma get to knockin' First shots for him Had to get the kid out the way early like Christmas shoppin' Bitch what's poppin'? I'll run up on yo' chick like who you flexin' on? Pistol whip her, back of her head wit it Burner on her neck like granny wit the pressing comb The west is home, I'm from Nutty Blocc, that's a Crip town It's kill or be killed, you better lay down or get down The chopper make you sit down Nigga if you get shot out here, that ain't nothin' new Just a VA nigga in Cali with Blood comin' out his mouth, he Chris Brown "Another rapper found dead", that's all they had in the news Masked up, so you don't see the nigga behind the shot like Vlad interviews Got Ave in the view of the scope, I'm street watchin' The bullets hit his chest He {breathes heavily} sound like he beat boxin' If we boxin'? Nigga I'ma fuck you up Fuck a blade lookin' like a seat belt tryin' to buckle up We just knuckle up: right, left, uppercut That's both arms swingin' and my niggas jump in: that's double-dutch You double fucked, if I pop out, nigga the Glock out And I'm shootin' till the guns stop bangin' like prison dropouts No cop outs, there's sensors on the gun, I'm heat seekin' If the beef on, nigga I'm keep it on, me and my niggas comin' through twice a week on Ave like street sweepin' Nigga he tweekin', I ain't just get on bitch I been straight Face shot, get a chin plate, DOA Got niggas missin' Ave like an inmate Nigga you from Norfolk, right? Nigga you a long way from home, don't end up missin' I'll have a VA G in a fucked up position Nigga you pussy, straight like that Head shot him, vegetable status Now his mama gotta decide whether to pull the plug Or if she think he straight like that! And when it's real, dawg can tell you, can see it in they eyes So go 'head see if he can make us believe them lies Nigga times [Round 2: Ave] Some of y'all niggas got me fucked up Like I can't bare pressure from the hair dresser As if I'm supposed to be scared over stares and his hand gestures All these threats on how he make guns work Like "Cuz wait, I'ma murder that snake, after I do this lace one first." That's why I ain't worried a lil' bit Why pack the team when I'm Zach Lavine Meanin' I left the Wolves for this Bull shit See gassin' ain't gonna save y'all, dude We all knew that the pen is where Gotti dies, this shit is déjà vu For those of you that don't catch me Think killa mafia dude, got a ball with the pen, I'm Joe Pesci So I guess he just a Smack check stop Somethin' easy, a route I chose for Beasley like I'm Dak Prescott I'm not impressed twat 'Cause I done had to draw and spray the lead Been involved with some shit that'd have me tossed straight to feds Took a loss with the work thinkin' it's all wasted bread 'Cause the white just ain't lock right like Caucasian dreads The fuck he sayin'? You actin' like niggas ain't been in beef befo' My mans died, my mode was on "ride" wasn't even sleepin' bro Then wifey caught me loadin' the strap Lookin' like, "Please don't go! Two wrongs never make it right!" It make it even though! The fightin' had to rest, boy a knife will have you stretched They gon' find a Nut on his rag like wipin' after sex And right after that if your crew want it Then I be on your blue strip Just to show you it's real like new hundreds So who want it? I'm warnin' you If you choose to take the tough route You'll get a Debo and O-Red soon as he duffed out Debo and O-Red? Niggas like, "What the fuck? How?" Ain't we in Cali? That's a Crooked I and a Yukmouth! And I'm throwin' 'em like Klitschko 'cause I'm with the shits, bro Then address the rest of the bums that's in this kid's row Address, rest of the bums… ain't that the Skid Row? I'm wildin' on this stylist, of course I came here to wig, woah Miss me with your scariest raps on how you carry your strap When you tryin' to be Halle Berry on B.A.P.S This shit an act, I mean I understand your hunger and vision But our style ten in them vows, Smack the bundles is different And I know youngin' trippin' but please, this ho silly Junior mafia with his lil' C's? That's no Biggie If they really crack pumpers, I'm makin' that trap crumble His hustle won't go far Roc, he'll have to Stack Bundles I be humble but rumble can stress on a fuckin' mind So you can call my bluff, I got death on the other line That's why he won't send no bull at us 'Cause he know that Black Mass Hoodlum leave him Departed Trust me I'm Good Fellas How I want him hit just depends The TEC spot him or the Norbes sex problem, .40 with the extends But that skrilla will get him smoked G I Blue Chips but I can still put a Penny on your team, I'm Nick Nolte So don't think that you seem to be threatenin' 'Cause I know of some pussy niggas that bang That just need the protection That's why I can either stomp his ass or lyrically wash him fast Either way I'm in Cali 'cause ain't not better comp' than Ave Let's do the math, you'll see he ain't clever He got a bunch lot of battles but not a lot of replay fellas I mean Danny was cool to see, but to me Saynt better Dre schooled and gave you the beats, he DJ Yella That's why this image is what his flow live through But you can't be no super killer gorilla and do [?] too That's why battle rap seem wack now 'Cause half these fakes that be tryin' so hard to relate got clean backgrounds Now I won't justify the shit we do to get convictions But I'm movin' with precision I refuse to be a victim to a shooter who was trippin' Or playin' Hall of Fame on a game against the computer You know, losin' to the system I don't preach in my raps dude Just sayin' I'm a grown man wit a fam' and I'll kill a nigga if I have to So tell him to keep it rap Tay 'Cause if he choose to get stupid I'm hittin' Bay area with that Mac Dre [Round 2: Geechi Gotti] Ay man, you be jackin' niggas lines like a coke fiend Ay, Cave, how y'all feel about havin' a thief on yo' team? I mean for real, if I was y'all I wouldn't even trust him at my house Shit I heard he stole the bars I was behind How y'all think I got out? Nigga the Glock out You'll get hit close range when the cal' blam His brains everywhere, now niggas gotta clean up Ave like Cal Trans Nigga wild fans know he one dimensional Keep it real, besides punches nigga yo' ass wack Smack gon' wish he had insurance after he find out what Ave lack Nigga you get ram shacked, you talk tough but for real a bitch You try that shit I might pull a you on you and steal your shit I was young with the shit Fuck shootin' marbles nigga, shootouts was mo' fun I'm talkin' 'bout the power of the gun I ain't gotta answer to no one It was 50 in the clip, when I caught my first body I was younger than Ghost son, nigga don't run The K come with a shoulder strap These bullets goin' dead in Ave like a cul-de-sac You the type be finna fight and let niggas hold ya back Try that shit ya spine get hit They gon' have to literally hold your back I'm back on my disrespect shit Like, where your girl? I'm tryin' to fuck ya chick Bend her over, no hands, on my Dougie shit Y'all gon' get to see her turn on Ave once I bust the bitch Ay, where is yo' bitch? You better watch her before I clock her Nigga the .357 and the barrel long That's right, I crack heads with the revolver like arrow bars Oh yeah I'm armed, fuck a gun law 'cause we carry Ruegers Got a .45 from the homie, nigga we sharin' cougars I'm a shark in that water, y'all can be barracudas It's a sign in my hood it tell 'em "Beware of shooters" And they ain't even check me at the do', so just know I got somethin' extra the jeans like them Ciara Roombas Nigga I be out there makin' plays, bustin' jooks, gettin' money Dawg I couldn't be clearer Try some shit with me, get Smacked with the cannon like the DVD era Nigga check it out, fuck all that though Let me give a shout out to Champion though Dawg for real, straight up man 'Cause when it come to battle rap and the substance they be givin' out, that shit be more than many Yo, Vada and Blac, y'all opinions be meanin' more than any But fuck that other clown! 'Cause I be ignorin' that bitch text like my girl is wit' me Ayo, Tech 9, I'll run up in yo' mama house While she warmin' up some peas and shit And I'll stop the microwave like, "Old bitch, you ain't eatin' shit!" I'll fuck around and pop yo' chick Till her face red, lookin' like a real cherry And then I cover the bloody bitch on stage: that's a concealed Carrie Nigga Pillsbury, I'm a doe boy My niggas will take you out for some light change So when they say they put money on Ave it ain't a dice game You type lame, yeah I got a 9 That bitch retarded, just got off the short bus I grab a blade then cut around Ave, nigga that's a shortcut Nigga cut the crap though Man who really wrote for you though? Was it Brizz? Was it Tay? This nigga oughta be ashamed, this nigga's a liar Typical Cave man gotta use Roc to make some fire Nigga you an impostor, I run through every goon in your roster Ya top get split, meat sittin' on top of the shell like a lobster Nigga I'm a mobster, I make murder moves in a mafia way Dr. Miami, for the right price you gettin' bodied today The shotty will spray, nigga where your vest at? It won't matter 'cause the arm goin' over the head like they ain't catch that The vet back, nigga bet that, I'ma bring it to wherever Ave stay Yeah I'm a gang banger so I'm strapped to my last day Nigga I couldn't leave my hood without my ratchet like Ashtray Trayvon might've died in the hood, but I refuse that same fate You in Cali, this a well-known gang state Where niggas study they ops like game tapes Nigga I was 12 years old when I got put on the block My mama told me to do right, but see I was doin' wrong a lot It's crazy how a simple, "Where you from?" Can determine whether you get to go home or not Man I'm not for the games, the .40 kick like Reeboks Man, hold up man, this nigga gonna get pistol whipped While his girl screamin' "Why G?" but I ain't from Tree Top The heat cocked, baow! I bet he ain't conscious after all that blood shit Hell nah, unless he B. Dot Nigga he shot, with both hands, I'm Rick Berry with the heat That's right, I'll let it ring on Ave, bitch I'm married to the street Nigga I'm out for the kill, I ain't savin' a op Put a price on your head, that's a lil' change of your top Tell my niggas "code word: T-Rex" (What's that mean?) That mean you can get a grand champion If you can put dog face in a box And you told niggas you still owe us one for Hoffa This nigga gotta be a fool We'll fuck you up and now they gotta owe us one for you Nigga and when it's real, nigga they can tell Like they can see it in they eyes Third round, see if you can make niggas believe them lies Nigga time [Round 3: Ave] I say if Gotti think I give a fuck About his status or his past then he buggin' 'Cause I had to struggle through disasters when Cassidy wasn't But I love that passion that he has in his substance Just add the stats and you'll see why I triple G Meet Gennady Golovkin Look here youngin', a classic's what they taggin' this fuckin' battle But it's tragic 'cause Traffic is where you die, he Cousin Harold Boy I let that barrel pop till he hurt And leave him M.I.A. if I knock a F off that Mafia shirt Boy I put in work, lettin' hammers ring or with these potent blows So I suggest you go with your set like the remote control Still he gon' get smoked with that toast from the shoulder holster Treat the rest of the mafia the same: La Cosa Nostra Who really ya nigga, soldier? Not who blast the TEC But the ones that'll spend they last to get yo casket's best Half of them niggas in yo staff gon' jet When the family have to collect All they gon' probably pay is last respects And this is why I'm more than mad For the ones that claim shooter you would think from Bermuda how they be lyin' on the flag Shit if we had a clash and you ran then you took an L for it So we washin' shit together like a jail toilet I'm all for it, if y'all want war, then we takin' y'all offers But we ain't takin' the pain for all the blame for y'all losses If I roll up with the SIG they gon' think I'm loud sparkin' 'Cause I'll Capone Gotti, got me namin' mob bosses Just be cautious, it's coffins when that drama startin', mark Or get the fade however you want like barbershop charts But be smart, 'cause if chromes spark then it's curtains jerk I'll put that .50 against Gotti: that's Curtis vs Irv The fuck he heard? You ain't the only one to post up fam' I was eatin' off break downs like a tow truck man I'm sayin', hand to hands, gettin' off grams to afford diapers Shit, for six months it was Antarctica: all nighters Boy them shots hit the whip and we lived, guess God like us That don't make a man with heart break kid like Shawn Michaels This is life so what I'm spittin' is gospel We had guns, money and tan: that's Roscoe's, Chicken and Waffles I played the block too, I know about grindin' to get the skrilla Always beefin', no talkin' or tweetin', just send the hittas I changed but it's real familiar So it ain't shit to turn back and show you I'm still a monster like the end of "Thriller" I'm a front liner nigga, so shit can get hostile You see me up the snub nose, I ain't pickin' a nostril I'm way different from that nigga that got you Dome shotter, green cross the middle Like the finger twister what y'all do Y'all gon' mob who? I swear I hear their family cryin' "Gotti gone because of some bull," it ain't Sammy this time Now see that "bull" line should show that I'm great It means I put him down with the torch and I ain't got a Zodiac mate Ay, Smack, we know he rap great, but is his hands amazin'? Mines is, this on Mama, I'm emancipated And on point like a thumb tack But if I'm who they dumb at I'll even the score soon as fourth quarter come back In fact, I hope they trap the way they say they is 'Cause I plan on takin' everything from the yay they hid Down to the bundles, 'cause Gotti got them grade A wigs So me robbin' hair is just takin' from Bébé Kids That's what it is, it's no remorse when you ain't got a choice Foreclosures, custody battles, wifey want a divorce Got a case pendin' so you goin' back and forth to court See missin' shots only made me an animal, shit like HORSE So of course I ain't gon' play 'bout life Cross me, I'ma snatch yo' bitch in-between, better take my advice Don't never try to- hold on wait, I'm nice I said "cross", "snatch", "tween," I gave y'all filet highlights Now back to Gotti, I got some Loc niggas locked exclusive I can get your boy caught by the Sixties on Martin Luther That's when niggas call a truce First your dude was hollerin' shooter Now he tryin' to change the Nutty position: that's Kama Sutra Fuck yo' future, I told 'em, "Fix my plate right Smack 'Cause they been sleepin'," it's time I bring my state right back I don't give a fuck about these sucka niggas, they type wack 'Cause I'm a nigga outta Norfolk, STRAIGHT LIKE THAT [Round 3: Geechi Gotti] Nigga you lost to Nitty, Suge, T-Top, shit even Red, man You battle rap's undertaker You made your career off of bein' a deadman And man, I seen my niggas dead in the streets I done been shot a couple times, I literally bled in the streets These streets is cold, but sometimes it can get hotter than Hell I be like, "Fuck them streets" 'Cause every time I'm in it they tryin' to take me to jail But see I done made a lot of money out there That's why it can be a gift and a curse 'Cause it be feelin' good goin' home droppin' Moms a couple chips in her purse See this shit really hurt 'Cause I'm strugglin' with makin' it out the streets And that's one of the toughest problems to have I'm just sayin', my whole life I've been battlin' the Ave See, my nigga doin' 20 right now, I talk to him everyday He like, "I ain't stressin', never." Even when he found out his mama died And that was his saddest letter See the streets raise cuz, his daddy been in jail forever The first time them niggas even met they was in a cell together See I'm wit whatever 'Cause they sayin' my generation the reason we usin' guns and not the hands I might be part of the blame too 'Cause I done shot plenty niggas that was just out there when we came through See, ayy fool, when death call, somebody gotta answer It's crazy seein' niggas body shake on the ground after them shots I be thinkin' I done shot a dancer You can dance around the facts if you want But it's always gon' be six niggas around that box when they carryin' him Ask his mama one question: "What hurt more, givin' birth to him or buryin' him?" Where we hit him? It don't matter, we kill shots You got gun bars, I got real Glocks I squeeze till the steel hot It's bodies on it so it's still hot Shootouts so common out here, half these niggas prolly seen them pops more than they real pops Nigga we drill ops, check the kill rate These niggas just now got hard But they started micro soft like Bill Gates You wanna know real hate? Seein' a nigga die over a $5 dice game I'm talkin' 'bout his brains blown right there in the streets In California, the cost of livin' is high 'Cause the price of dyin' is cheap Ay, this gang bangin' shit crazy 'Cause when homies die we might get a shirt with a picture for him Might even tattoo a lil' scripture for him My young nigga, he died at 14, he wasn't even old enough to drink How come we out there pourin' liquor for him? Ay, true story, I been shot I can't remember a time when it didn't burn Fuck yo bars, nigga I'm really facin' a prison term Body shots, make his body flop, he gon' hit The Worm Nearly died, doc's teachin' you how to walk again At least you get to live and learn Learn from yo' mistakes, see that's real important 'Cause I got family in the pen', they like "Gotti I don't feel important I be hopin' time after time, that I get a letter." That's Wheel of Fortune My OG died on the block, that nigga was Crippin' forever That nigga never met a doctor I said, "Damn cuz, when you gon' give this shit up?" He said, "Gotti when pigs fly." I'm like, "Nigga you don't realize the police got helicopters?" It's hella choppers in the ghetto, that's why we stay strapped When we leave the house every night It be our mama's prayers that bring us back Ay, y'all can relate 'cause a street nigga mama might sleep better when we in jail and that's a fact And it ain't because they don't love us, it's just cause at night time they don't gotta worry 'cause they know where we was at Look, I had a homie who mama lost three sons to gun violence I really couldn't even imagine what was the worst one I just remember she had a straight face at that last funeral She said she couldn't cry since the first one Nigga first off, let me say "fuck the police," that's my truest answer I got niggas in the jail, lost in the system But they ain't computer hackers Nigga you a bastard 'cause you talk all that soldier shit But I'm the nigga with the war wounds Only 2 things make me nervous: busted condoms and court rooms Nigga I know the cycle, now my kids watchin' so I gotta stop it Before they lookin' at a lifeless body behind glass and ain't window shoppin' Let me get off topic though How is you older than Smack and still tryin' to get a name? You ain't got no star quality, dawg you really in low demand I can guarantee y'all he ain't never made Smack no paper It just amazes me how a nigga with so many punches got no flavor Now I'm no hater but I done heard niggas say "Oh he ain't had a battle with Smack in the middle," see that's good But the first time I met cuz was smack in the middle of my hood I'm a hood nigga, I can keep it real wit y'all My first shootin' I was nervous, I was grippin' Hand on the metal, shakin' the handle like the toilet trippin' Ay, y'all gotta listen, 'cause I'm a rare breed For real that's why I gots to win Tell me how come y'all fuck wit this sucka punches But don't wanna give me credit for droppin' Jimz Ay, but when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes This shit over, hope y'all didn't believe them lies Nigga time
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