[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
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
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