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letra de jc vs. geechi gotti - urltv

[round 1: geechi gotti]
they told me not to talk about you auditioning for chris stokes
and i agree like, “f-ck it.”
what’s the use of even bringin’ it up, he just gon’ dance around the subject
since a kid i was thuggin’, gang bangin’ and hustlin’
servin’ fiends, see them the only moves i’m bustin’
while you was pop lockin’, i’m glock poppin’
catch my enemies slippin’, and let it smoke in his whip, no hot boxin’
i’m not stoppin’
i don’t give a f-ck how good he write
i ain’t a pen pal, wit’ me everything is straight to the point, like an in bound
i’ve been down
so what you gon’ tell me ’bout the streets?
when i’m around this sh-t get sliced, with a rusty blade
so the buck feel funny, it’s a counterfeit
keep me from around this b-tch, ‘fore i steal somethin’, the steel dumpin’
now watch money get low, like the bills comin’
i’m still gunnin’
stuffin’ bullets in the clip, that’s how i learned how to count
i don’t just spark blunts, i’ma keep lightin’ j up like the joint goin’ out
cuz know what i’m about
i’m on his block with the snub, yeah the big toolie
i walk by and turn the nose up at him, this b-tch bougie
look foolie, i got plenty guns, i’m steady liftin’ a different b-tch up
i don’t down grade her
retire at the .40, then i put the nine to work, n-gga that’s child labor
n-gga you? the crowd favorite
that’s prolly cool j but you comin’ off two l’s and that ain’t cool j
see, where the tools spray
ya last battle? that n-gga twork had you lookin’ like a whole b-tch
get ya throat slit, til he talkin’ out the side of his neck like he don’t know sh-t
look, i’m strapped, don’t have me make a f-ckin’ scene
two ratchets, jc will get the big one, n-gga take one for the team
n-gga, f-ck a n-gga mean?
you a lil’ dude, a pipsqueak, they gon’ think you had a growth spurt
how fast he go from this size to six feet, this b-tch weak
you gon’ shoot who? blast what?
n-gga don’t lie about them guns you carry, cause i been in yo’ city
all the goons said this nerd is scary
it ain’t never been a witness to jc pop, but the virgin mary
n-gga you’se a b-tch
i’ll slaughter you bro
pistol to the chin, you’ll get a ratchet raised under your roof like your daughter a hoe
hold up, ain’t you supposed to be a vice lord?
why don’t you never say it? what? you scared to rep it?
n-ggas know where i’m from and i ain’t playin’ or frontin’
twin glocks, both arms together, baow (bow) to the lord like i’m prayin’ for somethin’
i’m sayin’ he bluffin’, my gun stay ringin’
it’s a like a trap phone
spine shot, sit him down
he won’t even be able to stand up for his self, he need a backbone
i’m back on
y’all remember i told glue’, i’ll snap and put the pound to his chest like a jail song?
well i’m off that, gauge wit’ me, 12 gun this n-gga down like he reach for a cell phone
what the h-ll wrong with all these n-ggas lyin’ in they raps?
jc that’s a sin
plus when we saw you on this card, we was like, “what the f-ck, this sh-t again?”
n-gga this is smack, most these n-ggas is felons, they tired of the pen
this a new era, no cap, you ain’t fitted for this type of drama
brought all type of toys for the kid, like when a n-gga really like ya mama
speakin’ of a mama, if she would’ve loved you more than she loved that d-ck, you prolly could’ve been a better kid
but i had to buy her the payperview so she can see me givin’ you the -ss whoopin’ that she never did
i’m disrespectful, n-gga word to my neck tats
ya mom was toppin’ me, then i let it go over head, nah she ain’t catch that
bet that
yeah, all that lyin’ in ya raps, that ain’t never been straight; sandusky
i believe you a f-ck boy, from what ya pen (penn) states
you been fake
jc an impostor, get this n-gga stuffed with fat sh-lls
i’m talkin’ rigatoni, go get ya homie
let it ring on you then let a lil’ mo sing at y’all like put it on me
where yo’ chick? i should’ve beat the breaks off that dirty b-tch
i could’ve over hand her or under armed her (under armor) like curry kicks
grab the strap, then let the .30 spit, just to have a round ender on some jersey sh-t
and when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes
it’s yo turn n-gga, see if you can make ’em believe them lies
n-gga time

[round 1: jc]
if it ain’t, goin’ away party geechi
geechi geechi yaya boy it’s about time we met
i was actually hopin’ to catch you before you did that timely stretch
cause i was watchin’ a few of yo’ battles, ya sh-t’s respected
hear you was sittin’ down for a minute so i clocked it at literally 60 seconds
how the f-ck did you get out so quick?
none of my business? we all know it’s more to that plot
either that or the n-gga meek mills should’ve just f-ckin’ hired the lawyer you got n-gga
but i’m not even here for that
i’m here to show y’all the difference between puttin’ paper on the present and the gift to (w)rap
so let’s set him straight
clean gun, no body count, so i plan to make one wit’ the piece (peace)
pre-meditate, the weapon raised then soul’s follow
mo’ hollows equals heaven’s gate, we tracked y’all now
then the choppers crashed the scene, i’m talkin’ black hawk down
b-tch it’s a lot different when the plot thicken
this time everything in the pot mixin’
why book this sh-t, it’s ugly, ray charles wouldn’t have took this risk (wrist)
but you the guy for it, all for the live story
we know ya type, it’s in a lot of movies like that sam jackson boxing movie
y’all remember, promotin’ hope and hype, but enough wit’ it
i’m here now so you stuck wit’ it
n-ggas follow they heart til a buck hit it
then uplift it, i’m talkin’ up wit’ it
type of sh-t you n-ggas wouldn’t even trust physics
i’ve seen it, but unfortunately you dealin’ wit’ the livest type
all kinds of hype, known to bubble off the arm like a spider bite
n-gga these nine minutes ’bout to be worse than dyin’ physical
the lies you givin’ me about how the west coast so different
and me tellin’ you it’s the same on both sides is literally
the only thing that separate us is a line of symmetry
i think you should battle math next to understand that, cause that’s where they deprived you mentally
meanwhile you lay flat, and caskets prepared two days flat, i got an amazon prime delivery
n-gga enough wit’ that, you not a can’ sprayer
rumble pack, you a hand shaker
n-gga the sh-t i do with my pen, is done in such an elegant way
it’s too much to ever replace, that’s why i’m settin’ him straight
i’m changin’ everything, like the moment you found out wrestlin’ was fake
so don’t sit up here and real n-gga me to death, that sh-t not amusing to me
the longer your rap sheet is the worse you n-ggas are at what you do in the streets
now that sh-t, gotta be f-ckin’ stressful
they takin’ real n-gga sh-t, to another level
jail means fail, they are takin’ pride in being unsuccessful
but i’m sayin’, “we squeezin'” that’s not a scare tactic
we show up to the funeral, even air caskets
a pair will shoot (parachute) when the box drop; b-tch that’s a care package
it’s body bags at every battle, make sure your homie found one
but do not jump in that b-tch yet, cause this is only round one
yak town

[round 2: geechi gotti]
i really don’t think that lux battle is happenin’ still
you been on born legacy befo’, against chess and trez, you was snappin’ for real
then you got nitty, and we thought you was supposed to get loaded off rum
instead it was alcohol poisonin’ because you got ill
n-gga what the f-ck is you doin’ chasin’ lux?
see that’s how i know that battle for you is highly important
baow, pop, pop, baow…see n-ggas lookin’ surprised at the moment
figured i’d keep givin’ him shots since he tryin’ to get loaded
i’m ridin’ and rollin’, b-tch i’m mult-taskin’
nina wit’ me, i’ll dump this b-tch like the homie smashed it
i know i’m g-ssin’
whatchu gon’ say? how gotti got bundles?
fo’ sho’ then
if ya b-tch needs some hair, n-gga you know when to go then
cause if i put somethin’ in her head it’ll be doc st-tchin’ her top, it’s not a sew in
i’m ’bout to go in
cause i heard you a full time father
nah, give it up fo’ that for real cause you know, that’s amazin’
i know lil’ man love how you be cookin’ them dinners, and got him sayin’ his graces
til that nine drop you in front of him, you should’ve saw his face when
that was the first time that n-gga saw a meal (mil) but his daddy didn’t make it
n-gga face it, there was a gang of n-ggas i could’ve k!lled
i turned them down so you could get this coffin from me
you know how many plates i p-ssed up like i ain’t have offering money?
what you offerin’ for me? the respect factor?
i’ll shoot you then smack you, that’s the long nose with the pause; x-factor
speakin’ of x-factor, you and that n-gga losin’
i’ll let it spray and spread jc blood amongst everybody; we have a communion
f-ck is you doin’?
you be holdin’ your hand like this wit them gun bars
actin’ like his thing be blazin’
pssst, you get a shortcut for all that finger wavin’
you a keyboard thug, you be talkin’ tough on computers
you ain’t really in the streets, i’m out the gutter like a sewer
n-gga the gangland, we don’t even run from the shots
we grab glocks and start runnin’ towards the shooter
n-gga you should not say nothin’ out ya mouth you don’t mean cause that’s not wise
i’m the type to stick a gun in it, bet it’s hard to swallow the biscuit; i got it from popeyes
i done really shot guys, i don’t give a f-ck if you was wit’ ya kid, i’m domin’ ya both
baow, baow, see that sh-t was regular, had to take the seeds out before you get smoked
bro you joke, all that bullsh-t when you rappin’, i’ma make it look average here
we all know you a p-ssy and you b-tch up when there’s a savage near
i’m up close and personal, n-gga i know you scared
godd-mn it’s clear, gun up on him and i ain’t puttin’ the heat down until he admits fear (atmosphere)
n-gga my temperature risin’, i had to saw the shotgun, you know, miniaturize it
let it ring on it, i’m committed to violence
don’t come to my hood without gettin’ invited
baow, n-ggas wonder how jc popped up, n-gga i ain’t into surprises
n-ggas was lyin’, talkin’ ’bout, “you gotta be careful wit’ jc. that n-gga very strategic
i bet he been sittin’ on rounds.” like a paraplegic
you better believe it, put the gun over the top
got him lookin’ up to pops like this parents [?]
n-gga, y’all compare him to jesus? n-gga not me
y’all can put him in y’all top five whatever, i never will
cause he was dancin’ for a f-ckin’ b-tch, tryin’ to get a f-ckin’ deal
i refuse to judge a f-g; uncle phil
i’m dumpin’ steel, silencer on it
he won’t even know that he been shot…quiet enough to hear the pin drop
i been hot, who booked this sh-t?
n-gga you ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ me, on my granny that’s facts
they gon’ say the crip 2 on 1, that’s a handicap match
n-gga hand me- matter fact, tech 9, you p-ssy, f-ck respect
i don’t need a recap, i only go over my rounds with my gun connect
yo smack, you set it, i’m finna blam on him
cause i ain’t f-ck wit’ tech 9 since the last one jammed on me
and when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes
it’s yo’ turn, see if you can make n-ggas believe them lies
n-gga time

[round 2: jc]
it’s not easy bein’ this sick, daily i gotta fight the symptoms
ignore what they prescribed to give him
still manage to be out and about (in a bout) like a tyson victim
it’s not easy to be me, but that concept will prolly never reach n-gga’s thoughts
cause they believe in yo’ talk
you got ’em thinkin’ it’s harder bein’ a criminal that keep gettin’ caught
i could teach you a lot gotti
or you could be another n-gga catchin’ a beatin’ behind these bars like you john gotti
it’s yo’ choice, but choose wisely
cause they know our paths not close, just to take the shot i had to retrace, grab my scope
the sh-t had distance, the sweepstakes at a half time show
n-gga big shot
it’s a lot harder for y’all to come around gettin’ that respect
cause we come from an era when n-ggas didn’t even talk on phones
feds be findin’ y’all whole agenda through a text
n-gga that’s why i’m here, we gotta deviate from that weak supply list
we’ve decided, i’ma show y’all the difference between cheap and priceless
and this that topic
y’all didn’t think i would rap about being levels above these n-ggas? how could you forget that topic?
then again, i don’t expect my opponents to think outside a box, they don’t get that option
even if they dug ’em up, they just see somethin’ tough
and they know it’ll paint
better than pic-sso, and leave a n-gga face all over the place
dome shot it, home visit for a known body
chrome shotty, buck to his scalp, leave a n-gga stuck on the couch, this a home body
this is for thinkin’ we had a bluff for you to be callin’ in
thinkin’ n-ggas just actin’ like animals, til we in this backyard again (backyardigans)
n-gga stop the drugs, what you walkin’ around wit’ is not a bug
cause i mean you on fire, but kinda like ricky bobby was
now i know y’all hear that and think, “d-mn, that’s harsh.”
but remember, my brand is marked, “undeniable”
i put the ‘yac on screen more than shannon sharpe
i’m not tryin’ to dismiss ya effort cause that lil’ sh-t you kick is clever
but it’s ya body count, it’s useless like mellow olympic record
now i know n-ggas hear that and think, “it’s not how you move, right. it’s ya image.”
well that’s somethin’ i shouldn’t have to yell that often
cause i’m stamped like o.d.b. at the welfare office
n-gga all this, just so you can have so notoriety while they youtube it
well b-tch i bomb on animals; duke nuke it
double dome shot for him and his mans, i’m too ruthless
now you roofless, ooh that just mean it’s a hole in his scalp
see you don’t gotta fear death, ’round here that sh-t is the only way out
and we can grant it for you, and any dirt that cover these bodies is damaged soil
cause none of y’all innocent, y’all run around here chasin’ red flags
on some silly sh-t, til a chest shot have you leakin’ out all the red in you
now you really crip
you don’t gotta believe that, no, you should believe that it’s real
trust me, there’s no bodies that i leave in the field
they leakin’, no defense, they all cross over when i reach for the steel (steal)
now remember i said, “money talks so a stretcher is what i leave my victim on.”
well he on the list and i’m p-ssed and he gon’ feel it, like a kidney stone
bad mouthin’, you get a round for it
i precisely brought the stick around for it
and it’s in my third round especially, stick around for it
round 2

[round 3: geechi gotti]
n-gga you’se a b-tch!
what do you know about sittin’ in cells? prayin’ that you can get that time back
n-ggas out there gamblin’ wit’ they life
shootin’ dice on the same corner where n-ggas died at
where i’m at? n-ggas get arrested mo’ then they get they kids
every battle i tell y’all, most these n-ggas die befo’ they get to live
see i ain’t just always wanna be no gangsta
i was just another lost n-gga
but if my cal’ loaded, you gon’ get this work and end up on a shirt
i’ma give him the large picture
this n-gga jc ain’t no gangsta, he just another soft n-gga
now the first time my n-gga got hit up, he wasn’t even strapped
they stapled him from his belly b-tton all the way to his nipple
see they gave my n-gga a zipper
had him lookin’ like a human suitcase that’s a fact
but it’s crazy, cause that n-gga started packin’ every day after that
it’s deeper than rap, i’m from a messy hood, it’s no respect
even at a funeral, we will get to clappin’ in the church like the message good
closed casket, that’s how you know that he’s smoked
show up to the service and catch a body, it ain’t the holy ghost
you know i’m a loc, so if this supposed to be my big shot, you know i’m gon’ take it
this battle rappin’ sh-t, is just like the industry
cause i done seen a gang of n-ggas get one shot and don’t make it
bro face it, my lifestyle just like any other rapper
you just gotta listen to how it f-ckin’ sound
see most of my n-ggas got a bad deal or they underground
you a f-ckin’ clown, i don’t listen to nothin’ this fruit say
i’ve been to all funerals, no weddings
only time n-ggas through flowers over a body, they wasn’t tossin’ a bouquet
it’s not a love story, we used to really pull kick doors
see i know the streets glad that we stopped
one time this n-gga was sellin’ weight then we ran in this spot
on the way out, i noticed that n-gga mama
i’m like, “f-ck it cuz, we outta here. look at all the cash that we got.”
but my n-gga said, “nah. ain’t no witnesses.”
code word: single parent household
(the f-ck that mean?)
mom had to be pop’d
i was young and thuggin’, lil’ n-gga was bad as f-ck
when i got shot?
i wasn’t even worried ’bout death, i just kept thinkin’, “i know my mama finna be mad as f-ck.”
i was supposed to been home, instead i was in the trap wit’ them old heads
shavin’ rocks, look like martin lawrence cleanin’ the cornbread
this real life, word to ray gibson the k kickin’
hit a n-gga up, got him screamin’ loud boy like dre dennis
i used to hold the sh-t sideways, i wasn’t feelin’ it
now it’s both hands on the handle, i’m double dribblin’
n-gga this a gangsta vs a pen, a lot of n-ggas went through this
the only n-ggas glorifyin’ the pen ain’t never been through sh-t
my family thought i could’ve been a doctor or a lawyer, i just never had those dreams
my granny think i’m in school for computers right now
told her i’ve been learnin’ ’bout macs and keys
i’m ’bout that action please
head shot, leave him leakin’ wit’ the fat face
his brain died before the rest of the body, his legs was still jumpin’ in the back like a sack race
i’m past straight, you can try and hate it
grab the banana and peel on his head like he violated
n-gga i’m ’bout that d-mn action, the cans blastin’
i done dropped mo’ “muhf-ckas” than sam jackson
now look, there’s gang bangin’ and battle rap
this sh-t done showed way mo’ love than hatin’ to me
cause i ain’t even blood but all these n-ggas relatin’ to me
all i talk is street sh-t, what can lil’ man teach me?
we in the south, this carolina, they should’ve told you, only a real n-gga can understand geechee (geechi)
and when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in his eyes
go ‘head see if you can make n-ggas believe them lies
n-gga time

[round 3: jc]
every single body i present, is always put on a big display
that’s cause i bring fear to the scene, as clear as it seems
tekken ain’t the only one leavin’ lion, bears in the ring cause i’m here
and i bare arms, whole new meaning to “open chest”
you gon’ need emergency docs to close the rest
he was on the couch, leakin’, like an oprah guest
i hear the sh-t y’all come up wit’, half of y’all had teachers that was bad reachers
and i’m supposed to just let that sh-t cruise
no n-gga, y’all jack reachers and i know what y’all used to, but these different stakes
you can lose the whole arm for the risk (wrist) you take
we tie up loose ends, we don’t leave n-ggas bleedin’
y’all n-ggas would rather ignore it
but that same n-gga you leave leakin’ tell, and that’s an informant
somethin’ you n-ggas is like in one way or another
this whole new generation just vastly records sh-t
well you slave to make it to the house n-gga, and we gon’ need that master performance
make us not forget you
yeah, unless it’s gatorade you don’t got it in you
b-tch i’m monumental, and it’s too late in the game to be lettin’ ‘pac convince you
you will stick yo’ neck out for yo’ n-ggas? i know gotti
and that’s exactly the way that we hold gotti
by the neck, with a chain bigger than yo gotti
third round, do not use this portion to bore me
cause i hit everything, lettin’ ’em all torch for the glory
i could’ve bombed on him in the first round, first person shooter
but you know it’s always more to the story
i had to send a body part home for ransom, i know you get the scoop
just one piece of the number, like prison suits
i need everything, but them quick excuses
see this might sound a bit confusin’
but i’m just here to change the game, b-tch i’m sick of losin’
hammer bang and you can’t go against the [?]
see they prolly think, “this a cl-ss full of gifted students so let’s just be real.”
i’m goin’ fishin’, y’all in different schoolin’
i’m shootin’, through the trenches; columbine and i won’t miss a student
i heard they got kilos and money trees, well take it all
reach for the bricks like debo in front of me
and trust me, i don’t care how far out you stick yo’ arms out
these arms say yours not as big
c-ck the sig’, paint his scalp, six .9’s (69), give him a tekashi wig
and put him a plot, big enough so all his homies can be layin’ wit’ him
why so blue? i guess it is all about them colors til you painted in ’em
and i guess you think these n-ggas gon’ miss you when you gone, you was the meal ticket
they only love you in the streets
that same love won’t even translate into jail visits
i asked them n-ggas if that’s somethin’ foul
i take it you an independent artist, right?
you should already know it’s not the same when you underground
so test the odds gotti, and you will learn fast how much you not gotti
b-tch i didn’t have to be this cold
but i work like an android, what i write could make a galaxy explode
b-tch i bleed for this, top ten: i exceed the list
denzel couldn’t stick up a hospital to get the heart you need for this
i end all his sh-t, get him touched in time then my brother’s ride
he talkin’ out the side of his neck, he get the .21 like adele
baow, now say that sh-t from the other side
geechi, it is over with
overdose from the dopest pen and y’all know i wrote the sh-t
cause everything turns into a eulogy, my condolences

- urltv

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