URLtv, Geechi Gotti, Ave - Ave vs. Geechi Gotti lyrics

They finally got a nigga out west
So I guess the people need a movie to see
Y'all want a couple G's to face
Well that shit Gucci to me
See, some of y'all probably ain't
Heard of me much
Just know that it can go down once
Shit gets started like a courtesy flush
I heard he tough, so what? Alright
Y'all tellin' me he bang
So now I'm supposed to be psyched 'cause
Of all these felonies he claim?
Man let him try me here tonight
Bro the second we exchange
Think Eddie out the script: shit
Life will never be the same
I ain't gon' entertain the lip and discussion
Off the hip and it's bustin'
The baby 40: that's Benjamin Button
Bitch, I ain't bluffin'
Gun-buttin' will split your lil' hottie
Meaning I will take the four
And whip your boo, gotti
I ain't cocky
I'm just a nigga trained for the problems
Shit, I used to drown my pain with a bottle
Got on my hustle
Then sold 'caine by the dollar
You know the model, like a bitch on top
Ride too good, shit I came from the bottom
I'm not them sucka-ass scary men
That had that merry end
There times we ate with nothin' but fish
I'm pescatarian
Carryin' somethin' smaller on point
Like Muggsy Bogues
Made my money off of elbow moves
I'm Dusty Rhodes
Yeah I took this on the road
And I ain't carin' or bother
I'm from Norfolk and I'm headin'
Back there come tomorrow
But see I came out here
Prepared with them hollows
Call my Compton shooter
Them same bullets that I'm airin' will follow
I'm not gon' dip all strange 'cause
He gon' get y'all lames let him trip
It's enough to get whoever's involved slain
That yap will spit long range
Equipped with a clear clip
You'll see what move through the
Machine like a pinball game
You think I'm playin'?
Let him send some shit from his hood at me
You'll get your Nutty buddies a
Box like Lil Debbie
'Cause we ready, artillery? Heavy
The clips is loaded mine gave me like 30 to
Get out: eviction notice
And he know this shit ain't bogus
I'm rollin' with all kinda heaters
Oh they eatin'? Well I'm findin' his bitch
Slide to this meetin'
Once she help me set him up
On the grind I'm pinky thinkin'
She'll get ate 'cause she gave me the Nut
Bitch now we even
See, this how we rock, trust me
He come his work Monday?
I'm showin' up Wednesday
Brotha: that's Pugsley i snatch his crowns
Take the nigga can' off his belt
Get squeezed on by your own arms
Dance wit yourself i don't need help
'cause I'll take the hands
And just embarrass ya
Have them question marks on your
Face like hidden characters
I'll whip this nigga Gotti
Will his niggas hit me? Prolly
Just know I'm 'bout to get
Back fast: that's Ricky Bobby
So tell me how you wanna take
It partner? My range is farther
Got homies with blue and
Red stripes: Jamaican lagers
I can either break his jaw or make it harder
Leg shots, doc predicted he'll never get
Around like hatin' bloggers
Don't mention me with the talkers
'cause I ride bottom line
Whether lettin' them shots fly or
Be quiet about the crime
Cali singer how he dyin'
What y'all ain't catch that?
Get a rope 'round your neck
Tat: I'll tie Dolla Sign
Fuck ya grind 'cause ya always whine
About the raw he pump
How we hard and got heart, cuz
Lettin' that 40 dump till they in court
Off course that's when the
Different story come
See, now he tellin' everything from
A bench: he Forrest Gump
See, that's these hoes scary conscious
Part of the reason why we see cons is
Over the tongue like old Larry Johnsons
It's nonsense
Once they time hit they foldin' over
Only trained to blow smoke
So don't give the Loc a motive
I told him to show respect for me
Knife to the neck will be
The reason you cut from bein' nutty
Like a vasectomy so now that we in mix and
You think I'll take a loss
Think of Dolph and y'all see
Gotti ain't killin' shit

I'm fresh outta jail, out on bail
California dreamin'
Soon as I step on– man why the
Fuck y'all got me battlin' Ave?
T Top just killed you: that's a Camaro crash
The barrel blastin', hit his heart
He heard the bang but ain't hear that he
See the rounds like they in the vault
Man what you thought?
I wouldn't be on my disrespect? Nigga
You's a bitch!
Nigga and that's a fact, mind is a Snapple
They say all these young niggas shoot guns
Well I'm an example
I'm the one your mama warned ya about
Wet your crib up
We like to storm in ya house
I shoot first, fuck the consequences
I let y'all worry
Just know the tre got a ugly kick
And a bald head like Marbury my arms sturdy
Lookin' at ya youngin' with the chrome out
Like JC last drop: you'll see the
Kid chest get blown out niggas be bluffin'
That's till the heat sparkin' it's blaow
Let niggas see Ave brains:
That's street smarts
The weak part? Is how he
Thinkin' he way past me
But he ain't actually
'cause see I was in jail
Writin' about head shots
I know the Outdated Bar Committee ain't happy
But fuck it, i figured I'd cook his noodles
'cause the tre nasty
Ay, Avey, you dead, ain't no comin' back
Yeah I fuck with cuz, I ain't frontin' that
But Smack said kill him so
Guess who I'm gunnin' at
No hard feelings, think Al Capone cigarillos
Nigga, we only smokin' you because of Smack!
Man you fuckin' wack
I'm a gang banger, super Crip
My hip come with the gun attached
Petty nigga, you dump at me
Bitch I'm dumpin' back
Multiple shots, that's different pops
Doc's tryin' to figure out
"Whose son is that?"
My nigga, you remind me of 2Pac though
Not 'cause of your bars or
Because the hood feel you
It's just we seen you throw punches on cam
But we still think Suge killed you!
You know I'm a shooter
I ride around wit' it on me
I don't even keep it tucked
Half the time, it's already in my hands
I ain't the nigga to beef wit' bruh
While you reachin' for yours
I been already bust
How y'all think I popped so many niggas?
I know my pull-out game weak as fuck!
Man shit can get real
That's when the trollin' stop
And you surrounded by real gangstas
Who patrol the block
Like fuck where you from
Is you gon' fold or not?
Or it's game gang till it's bang bang
Now y'all really a Cave after I
Put a hole through Roc
Now look, you run with YK, that's cool
'Cause these cannons will shoot
Through ya vest
Smack his dome and put young on
You like a paternity test
Fuck yo squad, all of them goofs
When you see the Crip on the
Side the chef with the biscuit
It ain't Martha & Snoop!
Dawg, you must be Ready to Die
Don't know Biggie
I can make it happen, K guns clappin'
Kill you, then aim for your boss
You better hope it jam, Roc
And not them songs them Jamaicans rappin'
I'm wrapped up in the streets
Got a brand new bitch
Bust it, they'll wanna hide
'Cause the ratchet came from overseas
Like a mail-order bride
I kick in the do', wavin' the fo'
Ya little nigga run up, I'ma get to knockin'
First shots for him
Had to get the kid out the
Way early like Christmas shoppin'
Bitch what's poppin'?
I'll run up on yo chick
Like who you flexin' on?
Pistol whip her, back of her head wit it
Burner on her neck like granny
Wit the pressing comb
The west is home, I'm from Nutty Blocc
That's a Crip town it's kill or be killed
You better lay down or get down
The chopper make you sit down
Nigga if you get shot out here
That ain't nothin' new
Just a VA nigga in Cali with
Blood comin' out his mouth, he Chris Brown
"Another rapper found dead"
That's all they had in the news masked up
So you don't see the nigga behind
The shot like Vlad interviews
Got Ave in the view of the scope
I'm street watchin'
The bullets hit his chest
He breathes heavily sound like he beat boxin'
If we boxin'? Nigga I'ma fuck you up
Fuck a blade lookin' like a seat
Belt tryin' to buckle up
We just knuckle up: right, left, uppercut
That's both arms swingin' and my
Niggas jump in: that's double-dutch
You double fucked, if I pop out
Nigga the Glock out
And I'm shootin' till the guns
Stop bangin' like prison dropouts
No cop outs, there's sensors on the gun
I'm heat seekin'
If the beef on, nigga I'm keep it on
Me and my niggas comin' through twice a
Week on Ave like street sweepin'
Nigga he tweekin'
I ain't just get on bitch I been straight
Face shot, get a chin plate, DOA
Got niggas missin' Ave like an inmate
Nigga you from Norfolk, right?
Nigga you a long way from home
Don't end up missin'
I'll have a VA G in a fucked up position
Nigga you pussy, straight like that
Head shot him, vegetable status
Now his mama gotta decide whether
To pull the plug
Or if she think he straight like that!
And when it's real, dawg can tell you
Can see it in they eyes
So go 'head see if he can
Make us believe them lies nigga times

Some of y'all niggas got me fucked up
Like I can't bare pressure
From the hair dresser
As if I'm supposed to be scared
Over stares and his hand gestures
All these threats on how he make guns work
Like "Cuz wait, I'ma murder that snake
After I do this lace one first"
That's why I ain't worried a lil' bit
Why pack the team when I'm Zach Lavine
Meanin' I left the Wolves for this Bull shit
See gassin' ain't gonna save y'all, dude
We all knew that the pen is where Gotti dies
This shit is déjà vu
For those of you that don't catch me
Think killa mafia dude, got a
Ball with the pen, i'm Joe Pesci
So I guess he just a Smack check stop
Somethin' easy, a route I chose for Beasley
Like I'm Dak Prescott i'm not impressed twat
'Cause, I done had to draw and spray the lead
Been involved with some shit that'd have
Me tossed straight to feds
Took a loss with the work
Thinkin' it's all wasted bread
'Cause the white just ain't lock
Right like Caucasian dreads
The fuck he sayin'? You actin' like
Niggas ain't been in beef befo'
My mans died, my mode was on "ride"
Wasn't even sleepin' bro
Then wifey caught me loadin' the strap
Lookin' like, "Please don't go!
Two wrongs never make it right!"
It make it even though!
The fightin' had to rest
Boy a knife will have you stretched
They gon' find a Nut on his
Rag like wipin' after sex
And right after that if your crew want it
Then I be on your blue strip
Just to show you it's real like new hundreds
So who want it? I'm warnin' you
If you choose to take the tough route
You'll get a Debo and O-Red
Soon as he duffed out
Debo and O-Red? Niggas like
"What the fuck? How?"
Ain't we in Cali? That's a
Crooked I and a Yukmouth!
And I'm throwin' 'em like Klit'schko
'cause I'm with the shit's, bro
Then address the rest of the bums
That's in this kid's row
Address, rest of the bums… ain't
That the Skid Row?
I'm wildin' on this stylist, of course
I came here to wig, woah
Miss me with your scariest raps on
How you carry your strap
When you tryin' to be Halle Berry on BAPS
This shit an act
I mean I understand your hunger and vision
But our style ten in them vows
Smack the bundles is different
And I know youngin' trippin' but please
This ho silly junior mafia with his lil'
C's? That's no Biggie
If they really crack pumpers
I'm makin' that trap crumble
His hustle won't go far Roc
He'll have to Stack Bundles
I be humble but rumble can
Stress on a fuckin' mind
So you can call my bluff
I got death on the other line
That's why he won't send no bull at us
'Cause he know that Black Mass
Hoodlum leave him Departed
Trust me I'm Good Fellas
How I want him hit just depends
The TEC spot him or the Norbes sex problem
40 with the extends
But that skrilla will get him smoked G
I Blue Chips but I can still
Put a Penny on your team, i'm Nick Nolte
So don't think that you
Seem to be threatenin'
'Cause, I know of some pussy niggas that bang
That just need the protection
That's why I can either stomp his
Ass or lyrically wash him fast
Either way I'm in Cali 'cause ain't
Not better comp' than Ave
Let's do the math, you'll see he ain't clever
He got a bunch lot of battles but
Not a lot of replay fellas
I mean Danny was cool to see
But to me Saynt better
Dre schooled and gave you the beats
He DJ Yella that's why this image is what
His flow live through
But, you can't be no super
Killer gorilla and do too
That's why battle rap seem wack now
'Cause half these fakes that be tryin' so
Hard to relate got clean backgrounds
Now I won't justify the shit
We do to get convictions
But, I'm movin' with precision
I refuse to be a victim to
A shooter who was trippin'
Or playin' Hall of Fame on
A game against the computer
You know, losin' to the system
I don't preach in my raps dude
Just sayin' I'm a grown man wit a fam' and
I'll kill a nigga if I have to
So tell him to keep it rap Tay
'Cause if he choose to get stupid
I'm hittin' Bay area with that Mac Dre

Ay man
You be jackin' niggas lines like a coke fiend
Ay, Cave, how y'all feel about havin' a
Thief on yo team? I mean for real
If I was y'all I wouldn't even
Trust him at my house
Shit I heard he stole the bars I was behind
How y'all think I got out?
Nigga the Glock out
You'll get hit close range when the cal' blam
His brains everywhere
Now niggas gotta clean up Ave like Cal Trans
Nigga wild fans know he one dimensional
Keep it real
Besides punches nigga yo ass wack
Smack gon' wish he had insurance after
He find out what Ave lack
Nigga you get ram shacked
You talk tough but for real a bitch
You try that shit I might pull a
You on you and steal your shit
I was young with the shit
Fuck shootin' marbles nigga
Shootouts was mo' fun
I'm talkin' 'bout the power of the gun
I ain't gotta answer to no one
It was 50 in the clip
When I caught my first body
I was younger than Ghost son, nigga don't run
The K come with a shoulder strap
These bullets goin' dead in
Ave like a cul-de-sac
You the type be finna fight and
Let niggas hold ya back
Try that shit ya spine get hit
They gon' have to literally hold your back
I'm back on my disrespect shit
Like, where your girl? I'm tryin'
To fuck ya chick
Bend her over, no hands, on my Dougie shit
Y'all gon' get to see her turn on
Ave once I bust the bitch
Ay, where is yo bitch? You better
Watch her before I clock her
Nigga the 357 and the barrel long
That's right, i crack heads with the
Revolver like arrow bars oh yeah I'm armed
Fuck a gun law 'cause we carry Ruegers
Got a 45 from the homie
Nigga we sharin' cougars
I'm a shark in that water
Y'all can be barracudas
It's a sign in my hood it
Tell 'em "Beware of shooters"
And they ain't even check me at the do'
So just know i got somethin' extra the jeans
Like them Ciara Roombas nigga I be out there
Makin' plays, bustin' jooks, gettin' money
Dawg I couldn't be clearer
Try some shit with me
Get Smacked with the cannon like the DVD era
Nigga check it out, fuck all that though
Let me give a shout out to Champion though
Dawg for real, straight up man
'Cause when it come to battle rap and
The substance they be givin' out
That shit be more than many
Yo, Vada and Blac
Y'all opinions be meanin' more than any
But fuck that other clown!
'Cause, I be ignorin' that bitch text
Like my girl is wit' me
Ayo, Tech 9, I'll run up in yo mama house
While she warmin' up some peas and shit
And I'll stop the microwave like, "Old bitch
You ain't eatin' shit!"
I'll fuck around and pop yo chick
Till her face red, lookin' like a real cherry
And then I cover the bloody bitch
On stage: that's a concealed Carrie
Nigga Pillsbury, I'm a doe boy
My niggas will take you out
For some light change
So when they say they put money on
Ave it ain't a dice game
You type lame, yeah I got a 9
That bitch retarded
Just got off the short bus
I grab a blade then cut around Ave
Nigga that's a shortcut
Nigga cut the crap though
Man who really wrote for you though?
Was it Brizz? Was it Tay?
This nigga oughta be ashamed
This nigga's a liar
Typical Cave man gotta use Roc
To make some fire nigga you an impostor
I run through every goon in your roster
Ya top get split, meat sittin' on top of the
Shell like a lobster nigga I'm a mobster
I make murder moves in a mafia way dr miami
For the right price you gettin' bodied today
The shotty will spray
Nigga where your vest at?
It won't matter 'cause the arm goin' over
The head like they ain't catch that
The vet back, nigga bet that
I'ma bring it to wherever Ave stay
Yeah I'm a gang banger so I'm
Strapped to my last day
Nigga I couldn't leave my hood
Without my ratchet like Ashtray
Trayvon might've died in the hood
But I refuse that same fate
You in Cali, this a well-known gang state
Where niggas study they ops like game tapes
Nigga I was 12 years old when
I got put on the block
My mama told me to do right
But see I was doin' wrong a lot
It's crazy how a simple, "Where you from?"
Can determine whether you get to
Go home or not man I'm not for the games
The 40 kick like Reeboks man, hold up man
This nigga gonna get pistol whipped
While his girl screamin' "Why G?" but
I ain't from Tree Top the heat cocked, baow!
I bet he ain't conscious after
All that blood shit
Hell nah, unless he B dot
Nigga he shot, with both hands
I'm Rick Berry with the heat
That's right, I'll let it ring on Ave
Bitch I'm married to the street
Nigga I'm out for the kill
I ain't savin' a op
Put a price on your head
That's a lil' change of your top
Tell my niggas "code word: T-Rex"
(What's that mean?)
That mean you can get a grand champion
If you can put dog face in a box
And you told niggas you still
Owe us one for Hoffa
This nigga gotta be a fool
We'll fuck you up and now they
Gotta owe us one for you
Nigga and when it's real, nigga they can tell
Like they can see it in they eyes
Third round
See if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga time

I say if Gotti think I give a fuck
About his status or his past then he buggin'
'Cause, I had to struggle through
Disasters when Cassidy wasn't
But, I love that passion that
He has in his substance
Just add the stats and you'll
See why I triple G meet Gennady Golovkin
Look here youngin'
A classic's what they taggin'
This fuckin' battle
But, it's tragic 'cause Traffic
Is where you die, he Cousin Harold
Boy, I let that barrel pop till he hurt
And leave him MIA if I knock
A F off that Mafia shirt boy, I put in work
Lettin' hammers ring or with
These potent blows
So I suggest you go with your
Set like the remote control
Still he gon' get smoked with that
Toast from the shoulder holster
Treat the rest of the mafia
The same: La Cosa Nostra
Who really ya nigga
Soldier? Not who blast the TEC
But the ones that'll spend they last
To get yo casket's best
Half of them niggas in yo staff gon' jet
When the family have to collect
All they gon' probably pay is last respects
And this is why I'm more than mad
For the ones that claim shooter
You would think from
Bermuda how they be lyin' on the flag
Shit if we had a clash and you ran
Then you took an L for it
So we washin' shit together
Like a jail toilet
I'm all for it, if y'all want war
Then we takin' y'all offers
But we ain't takin' the pain for
All the blame for y'all losses
If I roll up with the SIG
They gon' think I'm loud sparkin'
'Cause, I'll Capone Gotti
Got me namin' mob bosses
Just be cautious, it's coffins
When that drama startin', mark
Or get the fade however you
Want like barbershop charts but be smart
'cause if chromes spark then
It's curtains jerk
I'll put that 50 against Gotti:
That's Curtis vs Irv
The fuck he heard? You ain't the
Only one to post up fam'
I was eatin' off break downs
Like a tow truck man
I'm sayin', hand to hands
Gettin' off grams to afford diapers
Shit, for six months it
Was Antarctica: all nighters
Boy them shots hit the whip and we lived
Guess God like us
That don't make a man with heart
Break kid like Shawn Michaels
This is life so what I'm spittin' is gospel
We had guns, money and tan: that's Roscoe's
Chicken and Waffles i played the block too
I know about grindin' to get the skrilla
Always beefin', no talkin' or tweetin'
Just send the hittas
I changed but it's real familiar
So it ain't shit to turn back and show you
I'm still a monster like
The end of "Thriller"
I'm a front liner nigga
So shit can get hostile
You see me up the snub nose
I ain't pickin' a nostril
I'm way different from that
Nigga that got you
Dome shotter, green cross the middle
Like the finger twister what y'all do
Y'all gon' mob who? I swear
I hear their family cryin'
"Gotti gone because of some bull
" it ain't Sammy this time
Now see that "bull" line should
Show that I'm great
It means I put him down with the torch
And I ain't got a Zodiac mate
Ay, Smack, we know he rap great
But is his hands amazin'?
Mines is, this on Mama, I'm emancipated
And on point like a thumb tack
But, if I'm who they dumb at
I'll even the score soon as
Fourth quarter come back in fact
I hope they trap the way they say they is
'Cause, I plan on takin' everything
From the yay they hid down to the bundles
'cause Gotti got them grade A wigs
So me robbin' hair is just
Takin' from Bébé Kids that's what it is
It's no remorse when you ain't got a choice
Foreclosures, custody battles
Wifey want a divorce
Got a case pendin' so you goin'
Back and forth to court
See missin' shots only made me an animal
Shit like HORSE
So of course I ain't gon' play 'bout life
Cross me, I'ma snatch yo bitch in between
Better take my advice
Don't never try to- hold on wait, I'm nice
I said "cross", "snatch", "tween
" I gave y'all filet highlights
Now back to Gotti
I got some Loc niggas locked exclusive
I can get your boy caught by
The Sixties on Martin Luther
That's when niggas call a truce
First your dude was hollerin' shooter
Now he tryin' to change the
Nutty position: that's Kama Sutra
Fuck yo future, I told 'em
"Fix my plate right Smack
'Cause they been sleepin'
" it's time I bring my state right back
I don't give a fuck about these sucka niggas
They type wack
'Cause, I'm a nigga outta Norfolk
Straight like that

Nigga you lost to Nitty, Suge
T Top, shit even Red, man
You battle rap's undertaker
You made your career off of bein' a deadman
And man, I seen my niggas dead in the streets
I done been shot a couple times
I literally bled in the streets
These streets is cold
But sometimes it can get hotter than Hell
I be like, "Fuck them streets"
'Cause every time I'm in it they
Tryin' to take me to jail
But see I done made a lot of money out there
That's why it can be a gift and a curse
'Cause it be feelin' good goin' home droppin'
Moms a couple chips in her purse
See this shit really hurt
'Cause, I'm strugglin' with makin'
It out the streets and that's one of the
Toughest problems to have i'm just sayin'
My whole life I've been battlin' the Ave
See, my nigga doin' 20 right now
I talk to him everyday
He like, "I ain't stressin', never"
Even when he found out his mama died
And that was his saddest letter
See the streets raise cuz
His daddy been in jail forever
The first time them niggas even met
They was in a cell together
See I'm wit whatever
'Cause they sayin' my generation
The reason we usin' guns and not the hands
I might be part of the blame too
'Cause, I done shot plenty niggas that was
Just out there when we came through
See, ayy fool, when death call
Somebody gotta answer
It's crazy seein' niggas body shake on
The ground after them shots
I be thinkin' I done shot a dancer
You can dance around the facts if you want
But, it's always gon' be six niggas around
That box when they carryin' him
Ask his mama one question: "What hurt more
Givin' birth to him or buryin' him?"
Where we hit him? It don't matter
We kill shots
You got gun bars, I got real Glocks
I squeeze till the steel hot
It's bodies on it so it's still hot
Shootouts so common out here
Half these niggas prolly seen them pops
More than they real pops
Nigga we drill ops, check the kill rate
These niggas just now got hard
But they started micro soft like Bill Gates
You wanna know real hate?
Seein' a nigga die over a $5 dice game
I'm talkin' 'bout his brains blown
Right there in the streets
In California, the cost of livin' is high
'Cause the price of dyin' is cheap
Ay, this gang bangin' shit crazy
'Cause when homies die we might get a
Shirt with a picture for him
Might even tattoo a lil' scripture for him
My young nigga, he died at 14
He wasn't even old enough to drink
How come we out there pourin' liquor for him?
Ay, true story, I been shot
I can't remember a time when it didn't burn
Fuck yo bars
Nigga I'm really facin' a prison term
Body shots, make his body flop
He gon' hit The Worm nearly died
Doc's teachin' you how to walk again
At least you get to live and learn
Learn from yo mistakes
See that's real important
'Cause, I got family in the pen'
They like "Gotti I don't feel important
I be hopin' time after time
That I get a letter" that's Wheel of Fortune
My OG died on the block
That nigga was Crippin' forever
That nigga never met a doctor
I said, "Damn cuz
When you gon' give this shit up?"
He said, "Gotti when pigs fly" i'm like
"Nigga you don't realize the
Police got helicopters?"
It's hella choppers in the ghetto
That's why we stay strapped
When we leave the house every night
It be our mama's prayers that bring us back
Ay, y'all can relate 'cause a
Street nigga mama might sleep
Better when we in jail and that's a fact
And it ain't because they don't love us
It's just cause at night
Time they don't gotta
Worry 'cause they know where we was at
Look, I had a homie who mama
Lost three sons to gun violence
I really couldn't even imagine what
Was the worst one
I just remember she had a straight
Face at that last funeral
She said she couldn't cry since the first one
Nigga first off, let me say "fuck the police
" that's my truest answer
I got niggas in the jail, lost in the system
But they ain't computer hackers
Nigga you a bastard 'cause you
Talk all that soldier shit
But, I'm the nigga with the war wounds
Only 2 things make me nervous:
Busted condoms and court rooms
Nigga I know the cycle
Now my kids watchin' so I gotta stop it
Before they lookin' at a lifeless body
Behind glass and ain't window shoppin'
Let me get off topic though
How is you older than Smack and
Still tryin' to get a name?
You ain't got no star quality
Dawg you really in low demand
I can guarantee y'all he ain't
Never made Smack no paper
It just amazes me how a nigga with
So many punches got no flavor
Now I'm no hater but I done heard niggas say
"Oh he ain't had a battle
With Smack in the middle, " see that's good
But the first time I met cuz was
Smack in the middle of my hood
I'm a hood nigga
I can keep it real wit y'all
My first shootin' I was nervous
I was grippin' hand on the metal
Shakin' the handle like the toilet trippin'
Ay, y'all gotta listen
'cause I'm a rare breed
For real that's why I gots to win
Tell me how come y'all fuck
Wit this sucka punches
But don't wanna give me
Credit for droppin' Jimz
Ay, but when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes
This shit over
Hope y'all didn't believe them lies
Nigga time