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letra de tsu surf vs. geechi gotti - urltv

[round 1: geechi gotti]

{geechi sn-tches the coin out of the air}

n-gg- you’se a b-tch!
aye, y’all know who got the fire rounds
y’all came to see me light the pound

{geechi takes his champion of the year belt off his shoulder and lays it on the floor}

and lay a t-tle down!
every. f-cking. bar
i don’t give a f-ck
they said, “surf in his bag.” i know, i’m the one who zipped it up
the pistol tucked, the strap got a bedtime
caught him while he readin’ the paper, blew his brains, on the front page, now that’s a headline (head line)
my n-gg- threala, he facin’ fed time, i hope he come outta that
last year, rum k!lled you
now they got another quarter to wash you: oh, this a laundromat
a lot of straps, you poke your chest out, i’ma knock it back
n-gg-s witchu, i’ma do the same sh-t to them p-ss-es; copy cat/pocket tap
roc get slapped, then i lay the wave down like a stocking cap
you roger that? keep talkin’ the heat sparkin’, i’ll knock you down…then i step on the wave: i’m c (sea) walkin’
crip sh-t! ain’t no f-ckin’ wit’ the gang
a headshot will get rid of the wave like i cut against the grain
i’ll dump it in his brain, he get a flat line, that’s on the gang b-tch
ya mama keep askin’ me, “what the casket size?”
i told her, “wave length” (wavelength)
yeah, that’s something you can fit right in
since you from 60’s, it’s only right that the box be 6 x 10
i catch you in that brand new benz, leave sh-lls in the ride
n-gg- i’ll let it ring on a foreign like a mail order bride
you see the h-ll in my eyes?
i’m ahead of my time
i’ll give a n-gg- top five, let the doctor’s figure out if it’s dead or alive
stop tellin’ them lies
you think cause you hang wit’ joe that you famous, n-gg-?
the five shots d-mn near k!lled you like some dangerous liquor
them n-gg-s got tired of seein’ you wit’ buddens (b-ttons) so they gave you a zipper
befo’ the shot: surf a g
after the shot: surgery
he a straight pretender
befo’ the shot: madison square
after the shot: staple center
i really hate this n-gg-, actin’ like you the reason i’m on this n.o.m.e. stage
boy a bullet, will make sure you die befo’ old age
chrome thang
it look silver, surf’ll (surfer) swim in his own blood, that’s how you ride ya own wave
fo’s blaze, stomach shot, i bet he hurl
face shot, surf trippin’, i turned the wave to a jheri curl
machete twirl, i carve an l in ya sh-t
switch blades open t-tles; b-tch i’m sellin’ the whip
i’m real wit’ this sh-t
in my city, i’m one of the ones the police hate
you went to jail, so what? the box i put a n-gg- in don’t come wit’ release dates
but see i can’t be fake though
because against hitman, you had some of the best lines
n-gg- you said ya mama was in pain, “you want to speak to the inmate?
(press 9!)
we all know the feelin’, ya mom’s had to press 9 for her son
but that just prepared her for when you got shot, then she had to press 9-1-1
i ain’t gotta find my gun
it’s a smith & glock
shoot ’til the clip has dropped
hit ya brother, got tay bouncin’ off the wave like i’m skippin’ roc(k)s
pistol c-cked, cause i know h-ll waitin’
surf, i spark in a lot, i’m tailgating
tell satan, “f-ck him”
since you his grandson, without this d-mn drum
i swear this chopper be lighter than my handgun
but if ya man run, i’ma hit him in the ribs, knock a slab off
look how it’s hangin’ him
bullets came out, slow loud and bangin’
aye, tell that n-gg- aye verb i said “f-ck him”
this a motherf-ckin’ crip world
if i holler “k!ll cuz”, them two words will get son bodied; big gerald
yo surf, i liked ya alb-m n-gg-, when the next one comin’ out?
but what if i showed up wit’ .725’s, choppers and them thumpers out
boy it’s gonna be a lot of ambulances ‘at ya mother house’
dump him out, yo’ gang bangin’ ain’t like mine
n-gg- please, you my junior mafia wit’ them little c’s (lil’ cease)
and when it’s real, y’all can tell
(you can see it in they eyes)
yeah, you can make n-gg- believe them lies

[round 1: tsu surf]
geechi gotti versus tsunami
couldn’t find you a bigger wake
casket or cl-ssic?
usually a n-gg- fate
smack let’s be 100, name three n-gg-s that get a bigger plate?
sell a fight, rep the brand and increase the ticket rate
i know i’m battlin’ him, so what? i make that n-gg- wait
only thing we got in common, i use a (you’se a) b-tch in a n-gg- face
shoot him, then scream, “you’se a b-tch” in a n-gg- face
i never seen a gun raise, live targets how i test mine
we might be from the same block (blocc), i get real nutty when i rep mine
raise that swammy up, i’ll break the family up like a step mom
judge said i can’t get champion of the night

[tay roc]
why’s that?

[tsu surf]
it’s like 15 bodies on this tec-9 (tech-9)
if i catch his kid sleepin’, then i’m wettin’ the bed
that revolver, solve her, we gon’ settle wit’ lead
gun b-tt him, rest of the clip fell in his head
then spit on the baby wit’ the tec (tech)
listen, we all need to stop disrespectin’ the dead
listen, i only give a f-ck about my gang, my family and my catalog
you either die: rest in peace, or die become a battle bar
you ever been shot by a crip?
i have, n-gg- too scary
they had me in that county eatin’ m-ffins, tryin’ to get that last blue buried (blueberry’d)
i’ll pull up, gun’ll talk, cartwheel/somersault
asphalt, some chump, n-gg- dead, f-ck you thought?
.223’s, any contact? somethin’ off
arms out back peddlin’, i’m tryin’ to teach my son to walk
this ain’t beef, i’m just givin’ advice
n-gg- east or west coast, we ain’t livin’ the life
there’s a difference in stripes
you got shot by mistake, they want my head on a stake, we ain’t crippin’ alike
i heard it was a homecoming for the homie comin’ home
we gon’ bring mad goons
i’m talkin’ mad mops, mad brooms, extendos, half moons
we walkin’ through that party holdin’ arms like b-tches to the bathroom
switchblade, aye come here, i got somethin’ i wanna run by you
or louieville slugger, i get to wavin’ (wave and) the bat like gun t-tles
when i took them five shots geechi, whatchu say?
you said staple center, right?
when i got them five shots geechi, i was mad as sh-t
like the flag, the set, the life, they can have this sh-t
and i sat, i started to laugh and sh-t
realized that sh-t bag was karma for me baggin’ sh-t
now i ain’t sayin’ gettin’ shot was cool, but n-gg-s actin’ like they plan in these streets
they want me k!lled, cause i k!ll sh-t
pescatarian, them sh-lls was for me
i catch him goin’ in his crib wit’ his daughter, let me tell you how i levitate her
metal claw, lay the law like a legislator
memory chip missin’, f-cked up, he could never save her
one up, put the arm in the door, “hold the elevator!”
i was watchin’ battles wit’ my b-tch the other day
and then it came across the screen that the homies call you “bay” (bae)
now i ain’t sayin’ that you g-y loc, but bay loc, smack, stay woke
we don’t impress p-ss-es
we ain’t slidin’ back and it ain’t addin’ up
he prolly sleep, or don’t got a charger, got me mad as f-ck
one tec (text) should do it, but i swear to god if i had enough
two tec’s (texts) to bay (bae), b-tch better respond fast enough
trunk full of lou wills’ (loose wheels), gallinari’s, pat, basically it come wit’ clippers
i put bay (bae) in a special box like, “you nothin’ like them other b-tches.”
braids lookin’ like gerber, sweet potato mash they sh-t
a 4 or 5, my terrible two, they bad as sh-t
i’ll pull up, roc p-ss the fire, grab the sh-t
tragic sh-t, if bay be (baby) in the crib, we gon’ rattle sh-t
i got a hit man that i ain’t never seen, and he don’t like to speak
a demon, plus he vegan, i gotta wire him the green cause he don’t like the meat (meet)
i heard ya background dirty like…b-mmy b-tch pictures
i had ya b-tch sit on my horse, it’s a country b-tch picture
shoestring got the arm over the torso like chubby b-tch pictures
i pray to god your “rest in peace” post only get a little likes like ugly b-tch pictures
yo, y’all motherf-ckers respond to anything as a struggle story, as long as it rhyme
“my cuz 14, wore a suit to trail before a suit to prom”- we don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
“my cuz had to steal, i can tell you what it feel like
he didn’t have playstation, he was playin’ grand theft auto in real-” we don’t give a f-ck
every time a n-gg- say a sad bar, don’t mean that’s a wow
my cuz had ps2, he still died, he only playin’ dreamcast now
jersey

[round 2: geechi gotti]
n-gg-s who try to disrespect my gang man, usually get hit in the mouth
but this time, i’ma take the gentleman route
boy bay’ll show up to crib wit’ the ratchet like, “n-gg- we gotta figure this out.”
this ain’t no motherf-ckin’ midwest movement
such and such ain’t doin’ no numbers
and i don’t see midwest- man f-ck that
tool on me, when the hammers blam
the first thing you hear when you touchdown? the ambulance
d-mn it man
i’ve been tryin’ to stop from k!llin’ sh-t
i literally had to shoot ’til the gun didn’t bang like a non affiliate
stop the silly sh-t
you still runnin’ from solomon?
n-gg- that sh-t gotta stop
tell us, how the f-ck did you duck the iron and still end up gettin’ shot?
but look, believe it or not, it ain’t even about bars no mo’
and yo’ situation, showed us how that’s kinda clear
cause them n-gg-s that shot you don’t even rap, and d-mn near caught body of the year
i’m just glad you still here
whatchu lost? ’bout 10 pounds?

[surf]
20

[geechi]
i bet you was mad as f-ck you couldn’t “jersey” outta them rounds
silencers, bullets sound how the wind sound
{psht psht}
bullets got him spinnin’ and dancin’ on stage
yeah you was hangin’ wit’ chris brown
you know how i get down
i let my nuts hang
we don’t give a f-ck that you was shot five times, that’s what happen when you gang bang
let me tell you one thang
i think you dumb as f-ck
cause you supposed to keep a pistol under the tee, instead you got ya tummy tucked
n-gg- enough’s enough
cause the wrong move’ll get surf shot
then i’ll bury your partner right next to you, now he a dirt roc(k)
i don’t wanna hurt roc
so you better stay in ya place
or i’ll show up to b-more, grab ya wifey, she should’ve been sayin’ her grace
throw that – over a cliff
you better hope the woman you marry lands (maryland) on her face
n-gg- they said, “you facin’ surf. you gotta spark him.”
i just had a cl-ssic chess (chest); dolly parton
but look, you been to my hood, you know i made it good in the hood for you
you really my loc, that’s why i had to heart check suge for you
it’s just me and two of my dawgs, lookin’ for beef so we can slide in it
f-ck around show up with three .30’s, it ain’t a time limit
the .9 liftin’, shooter get shot, that been a drill (benadryl), i’m allergic to ops
my trigger finger itchin’, your missus, been a drill
these streets is ill, that’s why in god i trust
the big homie said it’s time to let that nose spray, i said sign us (sinus) up
but when it’s time to bust, them chopper rounds soundin’ like cherry bombs
loud shots, ear ringin’ in the field like barry bonds
but i ain’t talkin’ no baseball cause we fo’ sho’ demons
seen n-gg-s get shot by a .40 then become an r.i.p. tat in old english
we don’t show no weakness
in the hood, n-gg-s play on that
it’s f-cked up, before the missus i asked god to get away, i gotta pray on that
what i say all facts, no lies detected, we can scr-p
you can get the worst beats; nas selection
he better hope god protects him, cause first it was suge, then it was ars’, now surf
i’m just showin’ y’all who the big crip, ain’t sh-t you can tell me
but i keep k!llin’ my homies: ynw melly
when he see the blue rag he know i’m goin’ crippin’
hop out, wit’ a stolen blicky
hit his crew up, got his n-gg-s turnin’ on the ground, oh now they rolling 60’s
the pole is wit’ me, dump surf in the river, show him the way things get handled
like why the f-ck would i need subt-tles when i can throw him in the english channel?
closed caption, it’s close range when i blam you
you will get smoked like a j, prince was not an option, i had to (w)rap-a-lot of rags around the handle
yeah, they seein’ you dyin’ on stage today
we ain’t gotta wonder, you dead and everybody know it like mike jones number
and when it’s real, y’all can tell
go ahead, see if you make n-gg-s believe them lies
n-gg- time

[round 2: tsu surf]
when it’s real you can see it in his eyes
i hate that slogan
when it’s real- you seen it in his eyes
when you real its’- you seen it in his- everybody knows that
you ever shot a n-gg- in his head and the real leave his eyes and watch ’em roll back?
this this n-gg- first nome ever, n-body f-ckin’ care
how you do on uff? oh you wasn’t there
what about the bet awards? smack this isn’t f-ckin’ fair
gladiator school/snoop, n-gg- you was where?
when you was sellin’ hair i was sellin’ here
and you put tsu aside (suicide), n-gg- you kick away the chair
it’s been since i was what? 19?
they always learn the hard way
if you was really his investment he wouldn’t put you in harms way
$10,000 the champion of the night
man, i just spent $10,000 on bids
givin’ jayblac interviews before jayblac had $10,000 to give
i tried to put my tec down in peace, change of plans
i heard you change those who idolize in the rival eyes you shake they hand
i don’t wanna be champion of the year, n-gg- you do
was champion of the year before red, champion of the year before you too
before smack beard, chi-chi-chia, before nunu
eloquently pen me these bodies, dummy, voodoo
y’all wanna know the difference between me and him?
if ya homies had problems you went out, you wouldn’t lose at all
i was booked for summer madness reekin’ madness all summer, really willing to lose it all
i’m just really wit’ the stupid sh-t, i don’t be exposin’ n-gg-s
like imagine gettin’ ready for hollow while loadin’ hollows cause you don’t know how low you gotta go for n-gg-s
that same phone beasley used to hit when he needed me for some smack sh-t
my big homies used to tap when they needed me to smack sh-t
i ain’t crazy, this my life, y’all ain’t seein’ the point
no set, no homies, just me in detroit
if it was beef, boy wouldn’t even be in detroit
big .9 under that tee in detroit, tryin’ to battle big t in detroit
sellin’ drugs wasn’t fun
never excited when i flip grams
i just told the old heads holla if they need a hit man
that was ’round the time i was battlin’ hitman
he almost made it off the block, why would he want to go out?
since yung ill i was sick it was just in my blood to showout
i couldn’t focus on rum and top, i’m sippin’ top rum chasin’ demons, my mind sick
’round the time i battled x-factor my dawg got- boy i turned into john wick
before you ever wrote a battle bar i was makin’ the b-tter
x’in’ n-gg-s for w’s when nwx hated each other
so i don’t wanna hear sh-t from you or these f-ckin’ chumps
i took two to the ribs, double impact ain’t for a couple months
four arms, double date, hash browns, i muzzle 8
slidin’ through compton, swear to god i couldn’t f-ckin’ wait
onlookers lookin’ confused, the puzzled face
b-tch jump in, i’ll spill coffee on his shirt like he runnin’ late
let me find out, coffee couldn’t handle gettin’ mugged by the cops
she was on the scene
no lie tay (latte) she catch her, cream her (creamer), or at least spill coffee bean
i heard they call y’all the “nutty blocc crips” or “nuts”
could’ve came wit’ somethin’ better but
these b-tches always wanna set it off until i say, “set it up”
i had my neighbors in ya neighborhood, i’m lyin’ n-gg-, “yes” or what?
with magnums in arms reach, in case i gotta catch a nut
aye coffee, i was bullsh-ttin’, everything i heard, nothin’ but great
i wouldn’t f-ck ya homegirl wit’ a pool stick, i just wanna bust a nut in her face
y’all disrespect, crips from the east coast, but call ya hood “yankee stadium”
we wit’ it cuz, we made proof
i slide in yankee stadium airin’ a judge at bay (babe) ruth
you seen menace ii society you from compton, sh-t real
if it’s about that cane or he o-dog, we gon’ hit you or that baby on that big wheel
if it ain’t $20,000 or better then it’s f-ck haters
iron solomon, math, john john, a bunch of nut chasers
smack don’t call my phone for nothin’ but paper
i don’t know origami, i don’t fold or duck paper
jersey

[round 3: geechi gotti]
he had a whole bunch of coffee bars
a n-gg- hearin’ all the jokes and sh-t
but they be like, “keep a lid on coffee” she f-ck around and smoke sh-t
y’all heard how cuz did a whole round talkin’ ’bout his battle rap life
you see it seem like he really wrote wit’ heart
he told y’all everythang…but he left out the chokin’ part
everybody know how many times you got shot
why you don’t tell n-gg-s how many times you prayed?
how many times yo’ mama was at that hospital, how many nights she stayed?
see you wanna rap ’bout gettin’ shot and how you got popular
that’s only cause you rappin’
in the streets, n-gg-s get shot, be lucky if they can get a casket
see n-gg- this sh-t get tragic
how you gon’ glorify a lifestyle n-gg-s live and die by?
knowin’ that the moment you try to walk away, f-ck around get caught in a drive-by
now why lie?
you said you been to my set, you know n-gg-‘s peel caps
i had you standin’ in the same spot, couple real n-gg-s got k!lled at
now these is real facts
i been crippin’ since a kid
a lot of y’all started when y’all was well grown
i went to jail for a shootin’ at 16
when you a juvenile you can’t bail home
i’m just sayin’ that to say
i literally had to call my mama from a cell before i had a cell phone
now what the h-ll wrong wit’ n-gg-s like cuz?
you younger than me, so i really don’t know what you ’bout
these new generation n-gg-s…grew up chasin’ clout
i grew up chasin’ my enemies, they grew up chasin’ clout
but he better try a different route
cause see social media, that ain’t the real you
where i come from, if a n-gg- followed you he was actually tryin’ to k!ll you
the sh-t i rap about, i actually still do
robberies, kick doors, can’t stop ’til all my n-gg-s don’t straight
walk in the house, money fallin’ out the safe
my b-tch soundin’ like the tootsie pop owl
she steady askin’ “how many licks do it take?”
now can you relate?
that prolly never crossed yo’ mind
you talk about basketball, i wanted to be a receiver
the only thing i ever caught was time
i d-mn near lost my mind
you know how i felt when i first had a kid?
was scared to read a book to my youngest shorty
cause in this lifestyle you labeled a “snitch” if you ever told a story
my p.o. don’t even know i’m out here
aye cuz don’t report me
i’ve been on paper since a kid, for really shootin’ sh-t and doin’ n-gg-s bad
it’s f-cked up, my p.o. got me p-ssin’ in a cup, docs had you p-ssin’ in a bag
this sh-t is sad
i’m talkin’ death after death, we really live that sh-t
closed caskets, we don’t even know if he in that b-tch, n-gg-
this some real -ss sh-t
you got shot, i got shot, i still got a sh-ll in me
i just learned to live wit’ it comfortably
it’s crazy, all this sh-t i learned in the streets, but a bullet is the only thing that stuck wit’ me
n-gg- this sh-t f-ck wit’ me
i gotta tell you the truth
i never played ball but i’m sure one day i gotta teach my son how to shoot
i’ve been thuggin’ since a youth, but back then i was just mo’ foolish
but i was smart enough to know to keep it off camera wit’ whatever i was doin’
you n-gg-s happy to be battle rappers
that’s why i know, you never had a gun to pull it
cause in my era, when you caught a body you ain’t want no footage
i’ve been on bullsh-t since i was a kid
really out here wildin’
aye you know my patna told his mama, “bury me a g”
she did, that n-gg- casket cost a thousand
n-gg- thousands of young n-gg-s, just out here ’til they time is up
in these streets, when n-gg-s p-ss quicker than lebron in the clutch
i be linin’ n-gg-s up
cause everything in the streets don’t go well
my n-gg- died ten years ago, his mama still payin’ the phone bill
just so she can call and hear him talk on the voicemail
see when i do these third rounds they get mad, but this is my life, i don’t gotta be sharin’ it
we live two different ways, it ain’t no comparin’ it
i just been tryin’ to figure out how my n-gg-s end up underground like they still followin’ harriet
scary sh-t
he talkin’ ’bout shootings, n-gg-s done know i done murked a few
…..
nah, y’all know that’s somethin’ surf’ll do!
and when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes
go ‘head see if you make n-gg-s believe them lies
n-gg- time!

[round 3: tsu surf]
when it’s real you can see it in his eyes
stop right there
you said i was standin’ where the homie got shot, you lucky another homie ain’t get shot right there
if i would’ve knew that ya homie got shot right there
on neighborhood i would’ve took a selfie shot right there
that sh-t you said about ya son wit’ the shot, now that was real
i’d rather teach my son how to chase down the block and grab the steel
i don’t wanna hear ’bout the homie that put in work, i wanna know what you did
we on a time limit, speed datin’, i wanna know who you is
not about the cuz that got life, not another n-gg-‘s wars
you can console everybody mother, but you can’t console yours
use your pupils pupil
pay attention while the teacher teachin’
yg on the collab, boy i’ll have ya features bleedin’
choir singin’, mama cryin’, baby screamin’, preacher preachin’
4, 5’s, 8’s and 9’s, parent/teacher meetings
a tragedy i show up in his hood; trayvon
there is a (rza) method to why i see these ghostfaces; raekwon
enough ammunition to light africa; akon
you ain’t a shooter, you just run wit’ the warriors, you-you draymond
i was thinkin’ “bury cuz. dig him up”
a fair raid, that n-gg- f-cked
pump 12, fill him up
his middle ten; get a buck
fibula, tibia, split him up
switch blade, worst at the tryouts, that n-gg- cut
abortion: bay be (baby) dead, he ain’t gettin’ up
wet the baby a lil’ bit; sippy cup
shooter arm off, pick it up
break a leg, wish him luck
they done woke up satan grandson, the devil heated
what i pull up these jeans (jean) grey, the metal phoenix
last witness, i made him forget it, like he never seen it
you said, “geechi been wildin’ out (wild ‘n out), the boy ain’t never even met conceited
but you make it happen, set the dinner table, show me to the plate
and i ain’t gotta wear my flag, my ops know me by my face
you say a lotta sh-t that make me think you did play the block
like you was on the court, you just didn’t take the shot
i could give a f-ck what gang a n-gg- is
he wit’ it then i give him respect
boy i done ran through red lights wit’ bloods like period s-x
and i could give a f-ck what a n-gg- think, they dead shottas
you know them bloods that f-ck wit’ the locs, we call ’em “red lobsters”
everybody that’s crippin’ that battle, don’t wear a bandanna, why he jock so hard?
american flag, he wanna be in that blue box wit’ the stars
how i ask god to spare me cause i ain’t live enough?
but i don’t gave enough shots to f-ck a liver up
how i ask god to spare me and all these n-gg-s we been wrappin’ up?
that boy mother left his room alone can’t bring herself to pack it up
gina waters, a big head, different weapon
that tommy cold (cole), i clear that room like, “get to steppin'”
big shirley, buncha poles in the house
i put a hole in his scalp, if it goes in his mouth like jerome in the house
no martin i seen some n-gg-s play they self, on the set and got the lead for it
since the roscoe, no snitchin’, you keep this key low (kilo) low or you dead for it
i owe this (otis) to y’all, he just the n-gg- that bled for it
hot iron around his dome like gina wit’ the headboard
i mean, i ain’t really a schemy n-gg-, but some time it fit it
it really cause my mama pain when they hit me wit’ that biscuit
so if it ain’t $20,000 or better, it’s f-ck haters
math/john john, a bunch of nut chasers
smack, don’t call my phone for nothin’ but paper
i don’t know origami, i don’t fold or duck paper
jersey

- urltv

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