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[Round 1: Geechi Gotti] So we got Geechi Gotti versus... Nigga, you'se a BITCH! And beatin' me? That's not what you doin' Whatchu you gon' say? My eyes be closed when I rap? Well, they not when I'm shootin'! I'll cock it and use it, and it's that damn simple Bullets soundin' like they tryin' to tap dance in you Big ol' gun, clip longer than one of Yakman intros And fo' yo' info, yeah you called me out It took a lot of guts just to come for the block So that prove you got heart, BAOW! Now the docs gon' have to prove if it's pumpin' or not I do this shit for Knocc, I'm from Nutty Blocc He say he from Grape Street Well, we finna have a Mafia day Nah, fuck that! I don't wanna hear a Grape come out ya mouth if you ain't ride for Mafia Ray The chopper will spray, ask around, they know Geech' be gunnin' This Drac' (Drake) gon' have 'em dancin' like if he wanna know if Keke love him! Nigga we be thuggin' Since 12 years old, I've been a gang-banger I let 100 off Reload, then switch the cartridge: I'm a game-changer I brang danger to each and every one of my ops Scared of what? Bitch the only thing I run from is cops I'm a street nigga You can't tell me that the block ain't mine 'Cause you niggas like to argue over time limits My niggas doin' bids, really wishin' somebody will come and stop they time You must be out yo' mind! Thinkin' that you fuckin' wit' me That's on the set, cuz always askin' niggas what they life like BAOW, I'd rather tell 'em how ya death was Ya gun game fake, head shot, now he on the operation table, they tryin' to fix cuz face Doctor soundin' just like the intro, "Hold up. Let's get one thing straight." Straight up, I'm aimin' for his head, soon as the metal pop, baow, I bet it drop And this shit feelin' like '96, except this time Suge dyin' in Vegas instead of 'Pac! I'm from Nutty Blocc, I have a 100 Crips at ya mom's crib Wit' a 100 guns, you'll be battlin' a Hollow before John did Magnum's blastin', funeral have yo' caskets fastened Front row ya whole family, got ya mama makin' Jaz reactions Goddamn I'm spazzin', I'll leave a nigga wit' the hurt face Baow! Baow! Got my nigga yellin', "Shoot it again!" like I ain't get it right on the first take You shouldn't even be here, I got paid somethin' nice to beat you 30 under the nina, I extended the arm like, "It was nice to meet ya" No handshakes, I'm from the streets, the type of shit you be nervous on You ain't Arsonal, you ain't Red, you ain't Twork, are you serious (Serius)? You ain't makin' the types of moves Surf be on Fat-ass nigga, this battle show us the way you built, you shouldn't be the one to put Jersey on NOME 8, he really thought he was a bad bitch wit' that Gucci purse huh? Nah, you just was a big one Ironic how you was carryin' that bag, same way they gon' have to carry you in one Nigga, what's ya life like? While you was out there trickin' on Kash Doll for them features Instead of puttin' money on Tsu books I was out there hittin' licks Passin' on mo' money than what it cost to get Mook booked Nigga you suck Man, shout out to my niggas like Lil 100, Dre Vishiss and Drama Those some real Grape Street niggas that be rappin' but you ain't done nothin' for That's why I look at you like a mascot, nigga, nothin' more You ain't really in the field shootin' and drivin' That's not you, that's why I call you a mascot Cause you only rep the team when it's time to put on this costume Nigga, I'm not you I'm really built for this shit That shit you talkin'? I'm really willing to get killed fo' this shit Nigga, I'm from the Grandees, Compton Crip started in my set, know ya history You big and soft, like a bean bag, I'll get your team tagged Fuck, you ain't even official So instead of purple, this nigga need to be rockin' a green flag You a green Grape, I'll get ya whole team ate Run up in ya spot like, "Where the work at, clown? Either get hit wit' the Cal', or ease (calories) up off them pounds." I don't explain shit, I'd rather have the gats talkin' And even if he don't die it'll knock a chunk of fat off him And when it's real, y'all can tell Y'all can see it in they eyes It's yo' turn, see if this fake Grape can make y'all believe them lies [Round 1: Shotgun Suge] I would've done him with the semi, but I'm slammin' the four The .40 pointed at Gotti like Sammy The Bull Let's get one thing straight, show homage when the god speakin' Or blood comin' out ya mouth like a mob greetin' I hit ya main bitch on the side creepin' Mafia vs mafia, Gotti it's all business like a mob meetin' On the [?] I dump in his mug, I'm makin' coffee .45 the prize, I kill 'em softly Big homie, the job get done, it wouldn't cost me I am the streets, you better look both ways before you cross me This that Good Burger no fake beef I'll punch ya mama in the mouth now she got fake teeth Pitbull when it break leash Ars' like, "Ain't he Crip cuz?" "So what? He ain't from Grape Street." He don't smoke niggas, he a blunt passer Homo nigga a nut grabber Tinted whip, I swung past ya Swing back through his block, two shots in the Grape, I'm a Nut cracker He the type to get tough when he see the cops He gon' get the first shell like Adidas drop Head shot, we need the mops Spray paint my name by his body since the leader drop So he don't gotta ask who the ops, we the ops Revenge is sweet we like to flavor all our dealings I'm into bodies, I caught a killin' You a dead body, I keep shootin' over this bitch, I'm in my feelings On Tech I gotchu bro, I'm the street adviser dude Oh you killed the homie? Turned vigilante, and this the Equalizer 2 Yeah, dome shot, get stretched bad 30 clip to stretch Mag First popped missed him, left bad He died after the second pop; step dad Hey Smack this a mismatch, so what if he Crip? He get his shit cracked Shit tap, disrespect him like Young Dolph for havin' Gotti baby mother on a diss track But switch that, let me hear you (w)rap around two sticks like a Kit-Kat You thought you was beatin' me? You buggin', nigga I should smack you right now for what you did to Tech 9 That's my cousin, nigga! You thought you was gonna smoke my goddamn cousin in front of me, nigga!? Blow his head off in front of face, think I ain't gon' do shit? I ain't lettin' that shit ride, I'm on his Nutt' Blocc and let the lead off Catch him at the chicken shack like, "Break yourself fool" and blow his head off Man, he gon' tell us about his life, that's the biggest myth since the Illuminati Put my youngins on him, they shootin' prolly, hyped off doin' Molly That's ya bitch witchu? That's Cash Money on his Boo & Gotti I'ma let three of 'em clap Let me get it out the way now just to see if he strapped! Man that clappin' nine, I clap a nine or bang out wit' this MAC of mine Bury Gotti in a suit and tie 'cause he the Dapper Don Jersey! [Round 2: Geechi Gotti] You said Tech Nine was yo' cousin? So what? Fuck Champion I already killed you, but don't start Tech I'm glad Tsu Surf good, let me get him back for that heart check I hope yo' son grow up to be just like you; a fat ass gang banger So he can know all about them long nights and them short days I hate I gotta say this but I hope he catch a case, go to jail, then get passed around like the sports page I'm disrespectful, cause that's just how the hood made me We ain't just slidin' for the hype Where I'm from? We still look at jail terms and dyin' as a strike No lyin' this fo' life He said he would take a picture wit' him after doin' him greasy when he was battlin' Twork You wanna take a picture wit' me? Cool, cause after this they can use that on his shirt I'm puttin' in work I should kill this nigga for thinkin' he Shaq Put the heat to his back now he like, "Aww Gotti, I thought we was keepin' it raps." You misunderstood what I said Aak Yeah we keepin' it rap, but I was talkin' 'bout yo' dome after the head shot BAOW! Fuck checkin' a nigga pockets, cause I'd rather check a nigga's background I heard when you went to them projects Them young Grape Street niggas gave you a pat down How you get robbed in yo' own hood? I guess yo' name ain't no good Yo Trick Trick! I don't think Arsonal was lyin' when he say he ain't know Suge Nigga you ain't verified, so when you hollered that Grape Street shit, all I hear is lies Matter of fact, I don't think he Crip unless he paralyzed You was terrified, claimin' the Watts gang But you ain't got the L.A. heart New Jersey Grape? That's like comparin' the LA Lakers to the LA Sparks Nigga you not official I pulled up to them [?] projects, I asked them if they put on Suge They told me nah, after this, hit this big bitch wit' a car, so he can finally get put on the hood Nigga what's good? How you gon' talk some gang bang Crip shit to me? I'm from the motherland I'll hang your mother off a balcony and drop that bitch, let's see if ya mother land, nigga Brother man, brother man, what you actin' like you even thuggin' for? Get pistol whipped, 'til ya heart rate look like an underscore That's a flat line, kill you and ya bitch, I'm on that time We both Crip, I just don't think you bangin' it right You claimin' Grape, I got him lookin' like a raisin tonight Stand up nigga, I'll pop ya son if I feel you ain't raisin' him right I'll let it blow in his mouth, then put the pump to his chest Crazy how I'm killin' him but it look like I'm savin' a life You ain't made for this life, yeah we both come from battlin' but the difference is pretty enormous See, while my niggas is plottin' on licks, we consider that schemin' See that shit was really important When we was in the field catchin' fades, those were the type of punches my niggas was scorin' And puttin' in work? That's how the homies judged our performance, nigga You battle rap niggas kill me Givin' y'all self all these made up titles and accolaids "Top tier" this and "legendary" that I'd rather judge a nigga off his name in the streets, I got legendary stats But you? Yo' name kinda shaky Cause you put your brothers like Arsonal and Surf in some cold situations See Detroit wasn't they problem they was only guilty off of yo' associations Them niggas had to take an L off of that situation and that was all on you So how you supposed to convince us you a vet But when your dawgs needed you, they couldn't call on you I done caught bodies way befo' battle rap, I ain't doin' this shit fo' no' clout I used to hop, let it spray, see the enemies do the roll bounce My patna got caught wit' a strap with plenty bodies on 'em They gave him 50 to life he can't parole out Now you go try convincin' that judge, that if it ain't on URL that it don't count Shout out my cuzo, man he from neighborhood, he said "Gotti Make sure you show him 'bout this Crippin' shit and make sure you showin' him right." He said, "Cause you know, I'ma be in hood forever, even though I know it ain't right." I said, "Damn, for real?" Then they caught my nigga lackin' Kane and old boy at the light He wheelchair bound so he wasn't lyin', he gon' be rollin' for life And when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes Let's see if this nigga can make y'all believe them lies Nigga time [Round 2: Shotgun Suge] Yo who the fuck he think he talkin' to?! Original gangsta, one riot make his hood blow up It ain't 'bout what you rap or what hood you throw up You thought you was shootin' Straight Outta Compton til Suge showed up Verses involve bosses the Don Dada This ain't no prop chopper, it's a block rocker I'll put a Yankee on a tee like a Bronx bomber Same strap got a stutter problem Late night I'm a gunner problem Middle of the summer wildin' Gun in his mouth, we don't understand half of what Geechi sayin' like it's Gutter Island I grew up strappin' the Jansport I'm a backpacker This Glock .40'll back smack ya Smack, how you trust him? Main thing Gotti known for is being a back stabber See he rap about them straps, see they is not wit' him Glock him him, chop split 'em I'll put Gotti and Gotti Jr in a box wit' him 30 clips shells they all there He said Gotti got bundles, well me too but mines look like small squares They say Gotti got bundles on the street, the long hair I got extensions too, 30's the long pair I be sliddin' on his block like it's late night 490 on the handle, the grip tight Send three shots, he get hit twice When he roll out, we come back wit' the same numbers like trick dice The shooter and the driver got a trick shot like a Globetrotter David Cone the known slider Big Grape, hang and hit like a GTA baller hangin' out a low rider They say you hot, but this where the shit stop On the turf wit' the fifth cocked He get his shit rocked See him at his burial in a big box Hit his homies up, before the revenge, slipknot There's gon' be Death At A Funeral, it's Chris Rock They say he the man in scary Compton I air a bitch like Mary Poppins Vegas beef, I slam on him like Larry Johnson {Chokes} Jersey [Round 3: Geechi Gotti] We all predicted this battle, everybody knew the outcome The Grim Reaper had wanted the front seat, Death was calling "Shotgun" Nigga stand still, you 'bet not run You did that fake ass tryin' to tap on my pockets If this wasn't battle rap, on Nutty you would've got ya ass kicked Cause where I'm from, shit like that end drastic I'm talkin' tragic How fast you go from tappin' a nigga's pockets to ya mama tappin' on ya casket {crowd starts chanting "3-0"} What my life like? Soldier shit You prolly ain't been through no wars Niggas enemies know my whip, it's a risk just ridin' wit' my kids in the car What my life like? Shootouts You couldn't imagine how many of my niggas bled on me It's fucked up, how my closest friends become my dead homies What my life like? Crippin', you can research it Through ya iPhone nigga and Google me I'm in the spot wit' so much dope, I needed help wit' the work, somebody tutor me Nigga, what my life like? That shit you rappin', I really live that I remember the first time my bitch said, "You wanna FaceTime?" I said, "Bitch! You know how many times I did that?!" {crowd starts chanting "3-0" again} Nigga, what my life like? Okay, I'm talkin' straps, nines and .40s Fresh rounds like Mentos, fuck keepin' the gun clean We only got 'em to get 'em dirty like gym clothes Nigga, what my life like? Liftin' the iron, that's only to let the lead spray See that's how we workout, and runnin' from the cops? Nigga that was leg day See look though, this sport right here and this gang bangin' shit ain't for the weak, you gotta be strong wit' it It takes stamina to chase a nigga wit' a chopper, you gotta be long winded It's like when the song finish, first you hear the beats stop That nigga leg singin', then his feet stop He ain't from our (R) Streetz so if they ask, "What happened to him?" I ain't got shit to say bitch, I'm T-Top G stop, who you have you ever shot? Who have you ever knocked down? Have you ever been in a cell, got the news that ya patna died but you couldn't call or pay your condolences cause that facility was on lock down? Nigga stop clown You talkin' 'bout, "Oh when he was playin' Toy Story puttin' the potato on-" For what? Why you puttin' a potato on a nose if you still missin' wit' the shot? The only reason I put silencers on my straps cause my mama raised me...and I ain't like to listen to my pops He ain't wit' it, nigga stop If I catch yo' bitch, yo' lady gettin' got She try to run I'ma catch up to her and spray it in her top Code word: Bartender I had that chaser (chase her) wit' the shot AK, and yeah this shit is hot I really spray things, I get caught wit' it, bodies showin' up on the chopper like the A-Team You ain't cut from that, gang bangin', I really come from that Who you think you foolin' G? Matter of fact, Suge tell us what yo' life-BAOW I'd rather hear the preacher tell us at yo' eulogy And when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in his eyes It's his turn, see if he can make y'all believe them lies Nigga time [Round 3: Shotgun Suge] I had to dust off the .40. it's new and shiny They talkin' 'bout strength in numbers, your crew is tiny He on fire on God almighty But this gon' be the rise and fall of Gotti like the early 90's I ain't wanna battle Geechi, I'm in the field lookin' for Bae Loc Disrespectful, got Grape dick all in ya bae Loc I'm tired of you in ya battles talkin' like you bang that, bang this, you flame this I pull up like, "A Bay Bay" and let one hit; Hurricane Chris I'm headed back to LA I'm on a new mission Torture [?] in his basement let his boo listen Gun outta hand, he went from gang bangin' to beautifican Behind every black man is a woman so be humble for her Head shot, she need a new wig, Gotti got bundles for her Revolver loaded I give him the nine piece This five trippin', I'm a fly beast His Baby Boy be walkin' around LA hustlin' bitches like Tyrese He be boostin' bundles that's a 10-4 Talkin' 'bout, "This pack right here look better when the wind blow." What his life like? While he was slingin' bundles, givin' out deals, he a good sport I was slingin' bundles, givin' out deals, fiends fly from New York I had that one deal if you, if you bought one, get a free sample like the food court What his life like? While I was cuttin' school bringin' the bag back He was prolly gettin' disrespected gettin' his flag snatched He gon' ask me what my Crippin' like, what the program like How many hardcores you been in? How many [?] you gave out I'm hard to three I'm like Kimbo, don't nobody wanna go in the backyard wit' me That's why they call me Suge Cause I was always young, big, wit' a grown hand I was 15 bein' a grown man I'm an ape nigga I was in a circle wit' eight niggas Wit' these I break niggas I was slidin' on op' before I turned Grape nigga Everything I say, I mean it nigga My hood like yours, believe it nigga Everything you did, I did Everything you seen, I seen it nigga He really gon' tell me, "You really Crip? You gave drive-by's? You shot niggas?" Well ask Beasley, ask Mass Appeal about that documentary They know 'bout them South Ward Grapes, they been on my block nigga {chokes} [Geechi Gotti] Finish it off...Finish it off [Shotgun Suge] Jersey
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