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We got Geechi Gotti versus...n***a every bar you wrote for that 2 on 2 was weak as a mothaf**ka
I couldn't use them sh*ts
You was like, "Gotti, I think it would be cool if you let me say, 'you'se a b*t*h.'"
I said, "NO'
You said, "Why?"
I said, "Cause n***a you'se a b*t*h."
100K, n***a that's mine
f**k that clock, I'm on that time
Shaun Paige be on life support if I clap mine
And if Paige a (pager) beepin', then it's a flatline
Heart stoppin'
After this, I'm gettin' new jewelry, my b*t*h wanna go car shoppin'
It's a lot of sh*t I gotta plan, but ya funeral at the beginning of the list, it's chart toppin'
Yo Smack, since when was it cool to get these marks poppin'?
Yeah we was partnеrs, but I really don't like Swamp
You win? I'ma rob you for whatevеr little doe you might got
Tie a rope around ya neck with a tight knot
You better make sure we paid 'fore your neck go broke Joc
If I catch you on my block, n***a that's tragic
Gats blastin', hit ya vertebrae and see a spinal cord goin' off, his back spazzin'
n***a I pack ratchets, you thought cause you got kids I'd let you live?
n***a that's a no
In spite of (spider) you havin' four BM's, I can't relax kiddo
The MAC'll blow
Your funeral gonna be packed fo' sho'
Turn yo' tarantula lookin' baby mamas into some black widows
n***a this match could go, a lot smoother
Or I could shoot ya crib up, on the front line airin' from the outside like a Swamp cooler
n***a where's yo' b*t*h?
I wanna talk to her
Soon as you told me she was a fan I was thinkin', "Hey, make her link like top jeweler"
Glock, Ruger, any one gon' send a shot through ya
Just to see ya ass drop
I got charged with recycling, I used these same cans on my last op'
f**k a stash spot, I'm on the lap wit' it
He get clapped wit' it
Ain't nothin' gon' stay the same
Bullets goin' in and out, I'll make somethin' fly outta Paige (page) like a paper plane
n***a this ain't a game
You said you broke down mo' dimes than Kevin Samuels
That's how you livin'? That ain't sh*t bro
I ain't kiddin', you need to know the dope game how I'm really livin'
Cuz I love you, but I had more O's (hoes) on my track than Lenny Williams
I'm old school
Battle rap, disrespectful
n***as could fight, whatever they want to
That's why I needed Nitty to kill bruh
I didn't feel comfortable with Drugz still in the tournament, it's supposed to be no rules
I'm a Crip, I brought mo' tools
I brought the gauge cause the Glock was trippin'
Try to run, but the 12 already got you, n***a stop resistin'

{Smack calls time. Geechi looks p*ssed}

We got Swamp vs....n***a why the f**k you ain't take me to Nutty Blocc?
This n***a a straight hoe, swear to God
This n***a took me somewhere pretty as a mothaf**ka
Security guard, picket fence and a gate code
You be in every f**kin' battle on every f**kin' card
n***a, you think you can't be killed?
All this battlin' 'Back 2 Back', n***a you ain't learn from Meek Mill?
I wish you would get ya ugly ass up here and act like you know 'bout my past or somethin'
Somebody better get this n***a in the loop
You ain't the only one caught up in the system
I done gave the judge more hell than Minnesota Luke
So watch ya Tone, Bro
For the action, I'm a Fanatic, I let the heat wave in public
Will he survive or move on? f**k it
sh*t, I'd rather catch him traffic and let the paramedics on the Freeway judge it
We get it Geechi, you are a super duper Crip
But the fact that we know that you gon' rep' yo' flag to the death
Is only gon' make me make the .9 spray
Beyonce, push everything you had to the left
These n***as do not be street
That's why you able to get up here and get off easy
I'm really from South Carolina, do you know where Charleston is?
All them muthaf**kas watchin'
Tonight, you really gon' have to talk Geechi
How the f**k did you win 2 on 2 then Champion Of The Year twice in a row?
With the same ole' one-two lines
And this n***a- you will not get this money back this time
Yo, you done already finessed two times
Talk about I walk around this b*t*h arrogant as hell
Wow
How?
n***a I will always remain humble 'til I get my hands on that hundred thou'
And when I do, I promise you, I will not know how to act, like Bow Wow
These are cold facts
Remember when I said I would knock a n***a fitted off from a hundred yards with a rifle?
No cap
I brought that b*t*h back
And this b*t*h will hit a n***a chest from a distance
n***a this sh*t got a trick switch
I wanna see a Crip flip, like the Special Olympics
n***a you not finna do me like you been doin' these n***as from the old era
I even had a talk with the man upstairs
I prayed, God he (Gotti) know better
Rap n***a

He thought cause I rap 'bout the hood that I still live in the hood
Psst, that's what Swamp thought
If I'd have brung you to the hood and SMACK investment would've got killed, n***a that would've been my fault
Y'all think cuz a killer?
I will have yo' kids, beggin' for they life in front of me
Literally, make you and them take a knee
I don't give a f**k about this country n***a
I will break ya jaw, arms, legs, all ya joints
So close when I say it I could whisper, n***a I ain't gotta use all my voice
I'ma invade yo' space so much Minnesota Luke gonna want to deduct all my points
n***a what you talkin' 'bout boy?
You ain't got no damn ops
Out the window of the Lamborghini with the AK, that was lamb (Lam') chops
Damn, fam' stop
I've been a threat
n***a, you gettin' bodied and the battle ain't even finished yet
Everybody online like, "Swamp gettin' killed" and you ain't feelin' that
I'll take you outside and really peel ya cap
Now you can be the same n***a in real life as you is on the internet
n***a let's get into that
How you gon' act Paige?
Huh?
I bet if I give you a 100 shots everybody witchu gon' act strange
After they see how many holes (hoes) on this b*t*h, ain't nobody gon' want back Paige (Back Page)
I'll slap Paige, into a coma, crack his side
Y'all will see the rib bend (ribbon) on Paige (page) like it's a diploma
b*t*h you a goner
Smack, move to the side, just a little bit
Well, at least try to
Cause after this shot I guarantee Swamp land by you (bayou)
Don't lie fool
I'll f**k you up and you know it n***a
You ain't gotta say the truth
I'll beat yo' ass, knock you out and keep stompin' on Swamp 'til these Dolce's turn into gator boots
n***a, I will hog tie you, throw you in the back of the whip
That's a Carolina n***a in the trunk like Rae Carruth
Did you catch that?
I go for blood once the check is paid
n***a you better get yo' beneficiary in order
Cause this will be your death, Paige (page)
The TEC spray
I will kill you, Truth, DG, Chaos, all them n***as gon' die when I squeeze triggers
Just sayin', I got a box big enough to pack 12 (PAC-12) of you S.C. (USC) n***as
Man, I shot n***as and sold dope, when I was a kid there was nothin' cooler
My basketball coach was tryin' to figure out how I was known for bricks but yet and still they consider me a shooter

{Smack calls time}

If any one of you mothaf**kas got a bond wit' Geechi, you better go ahead and bail on a n***a
Last time it was, "f**k this clock cuz", then it was complainin' 'bout the time
Got me wonderin' if you would tell on a n***a
You sell hair my n***a
I sell, well, I prolly shouldn't say that cause that'll get me the wrong type of exposure
Let's just say, we both sell bundles
And both of our clients seem to come back lookin' for closure
My auntie cannot be trusted with the packs, she was a messy lady
My uncle back in the day had the PCP, that was that wet and wavy
You been 'round here walkin' crazy as a mothaf**ka
But I get it, URL catered to ya every f**kin' need, you got it good
Plus the fans love that you really from an L.A. set, not knowin' you Hollywood
I am not, nor am a gang member, I'm a gangsta, don't get it confused
I be with different sets too
Y'all know the Crest logo on the toothpaste?
First you see red, then the rest blue (blew)
This the part where everything gets throwed off
You might've beat my n***a Riggz (rigs)
But now you f**kin' wit' a n***a that's really in it for the long haul
You play stupid, and the gat gon' bang
n***a, I'll put this f**kin' gun down and rock champion like Jakkboy Maine
Talkin' 'bout you gon' battle on N.O.M.E. two times in a row
Man, you sound like a fool muhf**ka
Do NOT make me use this tool muhf**ka
Let off a couple of shots
The first round went straight thru muhf**ka
And the second round exit just like you muhf**ka
His top down, this finna be some ruthless sh*t
New braids, grew some (gruesome) sh*t
This b*t*h here? Toxic, put you through some sh*t
The code word was "Geechi Gotti"
What that mean?
Absolutely nothing, and I hate this muhf**ka do that stupid sh*t
n***a if you didn't know, I could not wait to get here
The minute I heard these mothaf**kas say I be gettin' gas, that sh*t immediately begin to f**k wit' me
Had me anxious, couldn't wait, rushin'
I done f**k around and drove off and took the pump with me
Y'all n***as think this n***a gangsta
sh*t, 'til you get clapped
Y'all think I'm lost, I be walkin' through this street image like Google Maps
If you got somethin' to do, don't tell me how, n***a do it
If it's beef, I don't speak, I'm in the whip, ridin' wit' the toolie
I'm old school, I'd rather keep it in the streets like a '72 Caprice with no power steering fluid
Rap n***a

Y'all n***as know what the f**k goin' on
He up here rappin' all this dumb sh*t
Couple of weeks ago I literally had you under my wing like a drumstick
n***a you, from South Carolina
That's where the Geechi's is really at
But you don't ever really mention that
You don't find it crazy that it took a n***a from Compton to put the Geechi's on the map?
n***a what's up wit' that?
I'll grab a bat, break ya jaw 'til the bottom of it cover the roof
Now we can't understand sh*t you say when you talk, finally got you in touch with ya roots
Cuz what it do?
You know I really done dirt
My life I gotta convert
I'm at home cleanin' the pistol makin' sure the bullets Zoom
When I'm supposed to be helpin' wit' my son work
I got a .9 and a 9 year old, it's f**ked up, I was taught how to raise my gun first
n***a what's worse?
Gettin' robbed or the way n***as view you after gettin' robbed?
Answer once but think twice homie
I ain't gettin' robbed for sh*t, I wouldn't even let a n***a take advice from me
Mafia, b*t*h I'm wit' the mob
Extension, clip hang out all day like it need to get a job
n***a you can pick the shots, but you don't get to pick the ops
n***a you kill a n***a, that's when you get ya props
I pray for peace but I still spray the piece
That mean, yet and still, all my problems get sent to God
n***a it's not a lot, of good options
n***a do ya history
You either gon' change yo' life or get killed
Either way, n***as gon' view you differently
n***a you ain't sh*t to me
The sh*t I rep come from within
I got n***as doin' life, they don't even count the days, they don't even know what f**kin' month we in
You a f**kin' kid
Portraying like you would bust that Glock
Sayin' you ain't scared to catch a case, knowin' you don't want that spot
On the yard walkin' wit' n***as who don't care about the time
Every day they be like, "f**k that clock"
n***a that's on [?]
Life is long but death is short
I'ma shoot 'til the MAC stop workin', now I really need tech (TEC) support
n***a I'll shoot this sh*t for sport, I'm talkin' hella shots
Ya funeral? Ya casket look retarded, Swamp, that's a special box
n***a, I went to jai- yeah for n***as that got killed with guns on 'em, I feel for 'em
I went to jail for a gun and got out, like jacks, I'm still armed
n***a after that 100K, you know I'ma buy chickens and all the yams
Yeah n***a, I'm talkin' pounds
We gon' break 'em down
That's all I'm sayin'
And since they got Drake sponsoring the trap, n***a them is Aubrey grams (Graham)
And when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in his eyes
n***a rap

You think I really don't know what's been happenin' lately?
That little pen/pencil of yours been lookin' mighty f**kin' dull
But you've been gettin' by with your charisma and Crip status
The night don't get sh*t backwards, ain't sh*t crackin' but ya f**kin' skull
You really dealin' wit' a certified street n***a who just so happened to be raised right
I got a good relationship with both grams
My uncle might've sold dope, but he also was a helluva baseball player
That n***a taught me you become more dangerous when you can pitch with both hands
This n***a let A. Ward kick his f**kin' ass
'Round my way we off reverends
f**k a Christian, I'd rather apply a dome shot or use my knife as a cross reference
We are not 'round this mothaf**ka
I don't know if you lyin' 'bout how you sayin' you livin' in California
I just see you 'round this b*t*h walkin' 'round like you Debo
I'm willin' to bet you you won't try that sh*t with them n***as around the corner
Do you think I give a f**k if I'm in yo' state?
My respect, I'ma die to get it
I didn't really want to put a foot to this motherf**ka face when he fell
But I'd be cappin'
Plus they say you ain't gotta lie to kick it
If you got yo' mind on that money, n***a you better dead it dawg
Before I let you rob my bank those Cleo motherf**kin' braids in yo' head, I'ma Set It Off
f**k that 2 on 2
I'ma beat yo' f**kin' ass if you get up here actin' tough
They gon' say my partner got murdered by a cal' and Smack gon' prolly say I f**ked the battle up
Do you think I don't understand how they look at this sh*t?
Another f**kin' battle between vets and rookies
Nah, this is a side b*t*h
n***a ain't sh*t but extra pu**y
f**k yo' stories
I had a n***a that got shot five times, died and came back
To be real, that sh*t right there hurt me to even say that
Cause when he got out the hospital he wanted revenge
But the n***a that did it, caught a charge, went to prison and never came back
Now he walkin' round here and can't get his fade back
Plus, that's a helluva itch that you can't scratch
I met yo' baby mama last year and we had some great times
Now I didn't cuff her, I'm just sayin' we shared the same thoughts (thots) like great minds
Are you familiar with the Parallel Universe?
I bet it cuz
'Til you get killed with something blue steel and was made the same year that yo' set was
They thought I was gon' roll over and die
b*t*h please
n***a befo' that happen I'ma let this b*t*h squeeze
And they gon' find Geechi Gotti in the f**kin' Pacific ocean
And that's the only time I give a f**k about big seas (C's)
Rap n***a

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