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

First and foremost
Bring up anything that's past tense?
Y'all suckin' mad dick!
I got three words only: "I'm back, bitch!"
Ready to blast clips
Mid battle if son move me
Soon as Geechi Gotti recorded, bust toolies
And burn double G on cam' like "Fuck Gucci!"
Bang!
Empty the clip then switch the lead on you
Bang! Now this Crip is dead on you
It's an end for blue when I
Put this infrared on you bang!
Chess back and that nigga rappin'
Don't try to test the goons in
The back of this nigga rappin'
Cause my OG's "GO" don't happen
To get it backwards i can't tame my niggas
They actually be savage none of my Animals
Channel-ed National Geographic
I got a couple hit men for
The cash they'll leave you blasted
They don't even make it hot
They casually will blast it
Niggas askin' all these questions like
Have I shot a nigga?
I keep that pro low (Polo) G
I cap a lotta niggas
We in Florida so he thinks shit's safe
Wait, if I let his brains hit the floor it'll
(Florida) never leave the state
Yo! Guess what?
I'm insane, my brain kinda messed up
Rum Nitty
This ya man? Y'all all gettin' eff'ed up
I dump mine, crunch time
Every shot drop in 4th
Quarter if Chess clutch regret what?
I done came to this stage and messed up
But, I told y'all I was the Best, Man
Why would I not give him more
Is Chess nuts? (Morris Chestnut)
Ya set what? Oh it's blue you bang
Well I'm neutral
But niggas know I move with the moving gang
Run me off what block? You won't move a thang
But, if I do leave, dude please
Don't think it's cool to hang
Cause soon as I spin back you
Gon' hear somethin' boom or rang (boomerang)
Headshot, let it burn his face Gucci Mane
Poppa callin'
Turn the cal' to his mom Pootie Tang
I ain't tryin' to get to know ya hoe
I'm just want ya boo for brain
Get her number and stick my log in
(login) , I won't even use her (user) name
You'se a lame, is that why you mad dude?
Niggas be yappin' and I just
Be laughin' my ass off
But (t) if he happens to chat more, I put the can' to his mouth like that was the last straw
I dare you to flex Aak
Niggas be thinkin' I'm light
But, if we fight, pussy you will get dropped
Gotti got bundles
Well Chess givin' out fades
Nigga we could run a unisex shop
I wanna see if Gotti a shooter cause y'all
Be talkin' like this Crab finna buck it
Well how's he holdin' back?
Everything in this
Barrel like crabs in a bucket
Niggas bust it, reach, grab, and untuck it
If he doesn't
I'll beat his ass just for bluffin'
Stay close to a big ratchet
Like the taxes is comin' at one point
If it wasn't rap it was hustlin'
Youngin' in the trap wit'
This Magnum I'm clutchin'
22 on the shelf, one stashed in the bucket
38 in the dresser, two straps out in public
Reheatin' ya Micky D's, that MAC in the oven
And that ratchet under the-
Nah nigga she on the bed like
"I don't care if wifey catchin' us fuckin'"
You have to be fuckin' kiddin' me
This nigga is basic
Yo cuz, I got love for the Crips as a nation
But don't get me mistaken
I'll still clear out a
Whole neighborhood like gentrification
Cause he rollin' in a wheelchair
After I squeeze the thing bAOW!
This rich Crip will
(cripple) be lookin' like Stephen King
"Rich Crip", "Stephen King"
They say this is my third strike
Like I ain't never played well
Nigga any time I didn't win, I beat myself
I don't ever take L's
Niggas sleep, but I could make this picture
(pitcher) better Blake Snell
Tampa Bay finna witness the Devil raise Hell
Cake Lyfe! Cause we cake livin'
Make him bleed like he ain't Crippin'
(Body after body after body
I'm shape shiftin')
Nah, there's more in the clip so
I'm sparkin' it at you
Chess piece on Gotti like his Arsonal battle
I'm shape shifting fuck outta here rap!

Aye see that round was cool
But these people came to see
Me bang the toasters
Aye, y'all seen he took them
Chains off before the battle
Cause even his chains was chokers
Nigga you'se a choke artist
What the fuck? Is you
Special needs or somethin'?
I think you a coke head Chess
Nah, I ain't sugar coatin' shit wit' him
Everybody in the buildin' think the reason
You keep forgettin' ya lines
Cause you way too busy sniffin' 'em
I can see the bitch in him
You ain't ready kid
Back of the head wit' the shotty
Fall forward, end up lyin' on his dick
He ain't fucked but he said he did
This nigga Chess a kid
Boy, I'm grown as fuck
If I pull up, lift somethin' and dip
I ain't tryin' to tune you up
I up the sticks
I draw on him, it ain't Etch-A-Sketch
Them bald heads rollin' out
Ain't no Professor X i'll kill you
Then bury you where only ya
Mother can find you
We know how much she treasure Chess (chest)
Hold up
I'ma make a mess of Chess and it's they fault
Knock you down and step on the body
That's a Cake walk
The K spark, you catchin' an L tonight
Chess Faceoff
We just tryin' to sell the fight
I got homies in the cell for life
My nigga said, "Aye before we lay it down"
He always pray for a nightmare
I said, "I don't get that can you be clear?"
He said, "Gotti there's nothin' worse than
Havin' a good dream
Only to wake up and still be here"
Now let's be clear
I'm here to strangle you to your last breath
I need to see ya eyes bubblin'
How you live is how you go, it's only right
You gotta die strugglin' the 9 gunnin' him
Y'all gon' see the lead pop like blaow
Docs tryin' to figure out how his chest
(Chess) leakin' from a headshot
I got red dots on two straps
Yeah I got the hook up
Both arms make sure Chess
(chest) hit the flo', they proper push ups
Who the fuck booked us?
They know what I do, this mo' for you
You better come with ya best shit cousin
This battle gon' decided whether we see
More of me or less Chess
(chest) that's a breast reduction
You was big stage, now we Born Legacy
Known for potential but always chokin'
You got a Born legacy
Matter of fact, my nigga lost his new born
(Nuborn) , he was big stress
He couldn't understand how you could die when
You ain't get to live yet
A week later they ran in
His house and killed him
Ironic, they both had a crib death
What it is Chess?
This is all bars, I don't do personals
I just go to work on you
Cause once you dead
Everybody gon' know the dirty on you
I'll put a hurt on you hit Chess wit' 10
Imagine how much his man caught chest shot
Yeah you get a pacemaker for
All that damn talk
So this time when the heart
(Hart) get screwed it ain't McMahon fault
I let the cans off
Man I went on a rampage the
Day them boys shot me
It's sad to say but, I put a
Bunch of black faces on shirts
They gonna wanna boycott me how ya boy top 3
I done been through all kinda shit
Niggas made I wouldn't let jail break
(jailbreak) me like a Firestick
I'm fire bitch if you catch me wit' the AK
Just know it ain't a toy
I'ma get to choppin' on Chess
(chest) bitch I'm the Nature Boy (WHOOO)
I'm talkin' Ric Flair
I'll let the whole clip flare
DNA was supposed to get this headshot
I wouldn't give a fuck where his brains land
I got rid of T Top and Shine
Killin' his squad was the game plan
So after this body I'm comin' back for the X
(ex) , I'm a changed man niggas thought
Cause, I was outta town that I couldn't
Be strapped? That'll get 'em all shot
I'm in Tampa wit' a big ass 40 Mike Alstott
You all talk, but, I know you ain't really
Cut from that cloth get a full body cast
He can't move 'til he cut from the cloth
I'm dustin' him off
Yeah cause the headshot will leave him dead
Nah his brain dead but his body still livin'
I can only imagine how this
Shit gotta feel cause
His soul's still on Earth
I just sent his Knowledge to
God Hip Hop Is Real now I ain't got no chill
Cause when the Glock pull
Give 100 shots to him
Code word was "Halloween" (What that mean?)
Y'all gon' see a sheet covered the kid
His mama can't afford a costume
And when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in his eyes
Go 'head it's yo turn
Make niggas believe them lies nigga time

He just said a round full of some stupid shit
Y'all remember Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo?
Yeah, nigga you'se (use) a bitch
You know a gigolo when you use
A bitch and he's a bitch
Nigga, you'se a bitch!
And so are the chumps in ya lil' posse
All of them niggas is punany
You finna die from this Cake
Like Kevin Hart in Jumanji
If I gun butt you nigga
Ya bitch get it too try me
Get whip wit' this 4 and
(foreign) the same for ya Boo Gotti
Wait, wait, if you Gotti, then which one
Of these niggas is Sammy The Bull, gotti?
You got the answers? Cause
I'm kinda confused Gotti
Cause the real one was born
In the south Bronx
Shit I prolly got some old
Heads that honestly knew (new) Gotti
But this? New Gotti
Whole team full of Salvatore Gravano's
His crew sloppy
So whoever you around just move prolly
I'm sure some'll rat
And lift ya head up when you fuckin' rap
Talkin' 'bout "When it's real you can tell
You can see it in they eyes"
Nigga you gotta look me in mine first
To be the judge of that pussy!
Niggas be puttin' on the toughest acts
Enough of that thunder clap
Oh, y'all thought I forgot
About them struggle raps
Nigga I was strugglin' so much (How much?)
I started strugglin' in my fuckin' raps
But losin' people in real life durin' battles
Made me not even wanna rap
Cause, I could come back from a loss
The ones I lost ain't comin' back
In my environment, all you see is a bunch
Of blacks killin' other blacks
And that's fuckin' wack
Cause it's a bigger problem at hand
And it's time we stand up to that
It seem like every other race
In the community got unity, and we need ours
For instance, no soup for
When ya peoples sick
But when they dead you wanna bring flowers
I'd rather see an op' than a cop
Shit at least we know what
They think 'bout us
Geechi, if you wit' it, I'm wit it
I'll team wit' the enemy just
To go against these cowards
It's how we spoke about a unit, right?
Right? Exactly so I'ma need y'all
Niggas to speak louder and be prouder
Y'all wanna know why I still
Keep steel but preach power?
Cause in the Bronx the streets wild
But the police wilder
And I could be the next
Anthony Myrie or Kalief Browder
But, I'm on this stage, that's
Why I believe I'm special
Cause, I reached this level
Even though they tryin' to take down
Our people just for bein' rebels
Am I a hypocrite for talkin' how I
Blast kids and squeeze the metal?
When in reality I'd rather see
This black man be successful
I'm sure you just wanna see
Ya niggas in Compton shine
Cause Cali ya home, well the Bronx is mine
I'm from Courtlandt Ave
My block been makin' legends
Since Karlton Hines
But this nigga, he be sayin'
"Every bar" after every bar
Like he really got some of the hardest lines
Watch this
I'll cut him, 'til the blade reach his brain
Just to see which one of
Us got the sharper mind
Back to them heartless lines
Mafia? It's always mob ties 'til
The mob get tied
Money on my head? That's how y'all respond?
Illegal parkin', I ain't hard to find
He let his man hype him, now he hospitalized
Tryin' to remember how to start his rhymes
He put a battery in ya back
Now you hooked to a plug it's chargin' time
I want you to look yo' kill upon his eyes
So I unmasked wit' the metal and kid
You better pray his dawg solve this crime
Stay safe, today's date
Big 30, I March wit' mine
We got the drop, I'm sparkin' 9's
No GPS, I give you directions
Just start the ride
Make a right, double left, now turn up
It's party time
Bang! Bang bang! 'Til his mans hit the floor
Have him dippin' off the block
We done ran some niggas off
Even kidnapped a couple
Had to ransom niggas off
Like, "Give it all you have 24
Hours or deal is off"
Next mornin', we were choppin' the body
Ya didn't call moral of the story
I'll do ya homie all greasy
I ain't talkin' Gorilla Glue when
I'm smokin' on GG
Nigga they done put a soldier on Geechi
But, I needed a fight so they done
Put a soldier on me B
They just wanted to see who wore
(war) it the best like Polo or Fiji
Gutter language, I always been known to talk
Geechi, Cakes up wait fuck
We ain't gonna act like you
Niggas ain't down B
Well I'm back and I don't need none
Of these fake niggas around me
But, if this nigga make this
Second a debatable round B fight Night
I bet the Champion ain't got
Nothin' on round 3 cake Lyfe!

I'm disrespectful when I rap
So when I say some shit it's gon' hurt
Like, "I'll make yo' mama suck my dick
Wit' yo' battle on the screen"
(To see who choke first)
Wait hold up, hold up, hold on
I said that shit befo'
But this was different G
Cause yo' mama swallowed it all
Looked up and said
"He ain't get that shit from me"
I don't wanna hear no bars
'bout how you done chokin' knock it off
Every time this New York nigga claim it's
A New Year he drop the ball
I know plenty niggas that would've loved
To be in yo' shoes
A kid travellin' the world
Everywhere you go they notice you
You was on BET and EBT
But somethin' just ain't sit right
So every verse about missed meals
And clothes ain't right
How ya moms was broke
Made you wanna quit life
Nigga ain't nobody takin' care
Of you forever, you supposed to hustle
You gettin' paid to rap since you was a kid
Bitch you chose to struggle
Now if you wasn't gettin' paid
To rap, that struggle shit
I prolly would've defended
But, you been up here rappin'
Lyin' to us 'bout some
Shit you could've prevented
Nigga you got paid to battle DNA
You got paid to battle Saga
Whatever money they gave you
You could've gave it to ya mama
You got paid for Ave, you got paid for Roc
Shit you could've got a pack
Could've invested in a stock
Lil' nigga you could've did a lot
But that money you did nothin' wit'
At yo' age I had Smack, rock and the ave
Bitch I was hustlin'
I'm talkin' heron, everybody gettin' stamps
Man I'm the government man you was lovin' it
You was on the big stage since you was young
Mom's doin' her best
But to the fans her job ain't bein' done
Cause instead of you tellin' us how
You don't handle yo' business
You rappin' makin' us think yo' mama the bum
How you proud to be her son
Knowin' you make her look like that?
Tellin' us you ain't got bows in the crib
Got us thinkin' she ain't
Really cook like that
You was embracin' the struggle
It was like you was comfortable wit' it
If I had to see my mama struggle
Boy, I would've had to get up and go get it
Fuck rhymin' 'bout it
Would've been too busy grindin' out it
I'm talkin' rain, sleet
Snow or it's thunderin'
Yeah you been rappin' 'bout
Strugglin' ya whole career
That's why ya whole career strugglin'
This a favor youngin'
I'm doin' this outta love
They gon' swear that it's hate
While I'm beatin' you the fuck up
'til you a vegetable Chess
I'ma make you a carrot, Cake
You been here befo' me
I may have showed up late
But, I'm not a rook' you see my career goin'
Forward straight moves
Just know you still a pawn
I put this piece in front you
Now you can't move on this night
(knight) any move you make it's an L
You facin' the best, basically
What I'm sayin' is, stop playin' Chess
I'm bored (board) wit' games
That's why I don't play patna
Ask that Harlem nigga, they know I
Would've put Snake in the bag
I'm Jake Roberts
We didn't play Cops & Robbers
We only played Robbers
Wasn't no cops in my hood
Buncha single mothers
Them shootouts made sure we had
Enough pops in the hood
Y'all seen what I did to Suge
Gave that boy the baddest beatin'
Ever since me and Shotgun been in the hole
It's rabbit season
No cartoons, this reality rap
Metal in his mouth, it ain't a cavity cap
Hold up, where I come from
Niggas had to be strapped
Cause the streets poppin'
Chopper in his face that's the K
(decay) in his grill like the teeth rottin'
I'm from Compton, I don't give a fuck how
Niggas in New York bang
I'll let the blue spark flame, kill you
Cops deliver word to ya mother
It ain't New York slang i'm dead ass
The 38 gon' have bro lid smokin'
All y'all gon' see is the Special bust
(bus)
This shit was short wit' the slow kids on it
Retarded shit, I don't rap struggle rounds
I ain't strugglin' bitch
Only time I struggle wit' rounds
Is when I got
More than can actually fit in the clip
I'm finna trip
Cause even tho' them bitches jam
This TEC come in handy
I'll stretch out and blam him
Catch him in traffic, he in the two door?
I still fit about ten in that bitch
It's a Mexican family 30 in the 40
I ain't got no problem lettin' it blow
Ashton Kutcher on the hip
Bitch That 70's Show i'm lettin' it go
It's all bad for the bro
As a kid playin' Eeny Meeny Miny Moe
Well tonight you get another tag on ya toe
I'll let it blam at his hoe
Tell ya bitch, don't make a fuckin' sound
He try to run, blucka, blucka blaow
Bullets hit her back
They comin' out her chest
(Chess) , they struggle rounds
And when it's real, you can tell
(You can see it in they eyes
Go head make 'em try to believe them lies)
Nigga time

I said, 50 blazin' somethin' bust
Over the stomach like titties hangin'
Geechi, let's see if you really bangin'
I have him standin' in front of the TEC
(Tech) like this your Initiation
He was on that Initiation card wit' Tech
But that, was some bars from Chess
Was it my hardest? (Yes)
Gotti, I ain't even get started yet
Oooh, it sound like I'm
Gettin' very consistent
They said I got a job to do
Stay on top of it
I told 'em, "I'm missionary this mission"
Cause he the Champ and I'm the main contender
I'll spray this gayest nigga
Crush this fruit wit' a bullet
Like a baby blender think about it!
What kinda animal is this?
I'll skin him and make a mink up out it
Fuck around and make his face a shoe
That's only cause I see the snake in you
This guy dyin', 'til a grave where I'm lyin'
I remain the truth
Party mode, my 38 is loose
So I hope I do much better wit' this 15
I'm tryin' to save the youth aim it, BOO
He had his colors around his neck
When I sprayed him too
So I was shootin' through the crates
Like I made a hoop that's struggle shit
But now it just fall out baby tooth
You get a buck if you happen to fall out
What y'all 'bout? Cause, I'm ill true shit
I gave niggas the blueprints to
Like every rhyme skill
I brought back that smack
Who Ready To Die feel
And that Zip 'Em Up nigga
Wanna question if I kill? BLOOOOD! I
I know he remember that line still
Was actin' touch when I said it
But never would palm steel
Cause dude is a phony bruh, cubic zirconia
Why you keep guessin' that Shine real?
Nigga I'm real
I guess that's why I tend to see
(Tennessee) niggas different like Knoxville
I will not chill, I came for respect
Y'all gave me chance after chance after chan-
Well hey what the heck
I'ma take this one and make it the best
Y'all remember that Michael
Jackson 'Thriller' GIF?
Exactly, y'all gon' always love
Me even though i was a pain in the neck
Pay me respect
Cause right now I smell Blood!
Wait, that ain't what he rep
He bangin' the left
So it won't be right when I do him wrong
Cause Gotti wit' the C's
You see Gotti, a bunch of blue is on
Button ups, custom Chucks
He really wear it like his uniform
Bang! Now he lookin' like the
Bottom of some Louie Vuitton's
You know what else is blue nigga?
The sky, that's where you belong
You ever had your home invaded
Wit' your toolies drawn?
That's the type of time my goons is on
They all G's (orgies)
If niggas from the X raided (rated) ya spot
Don't think ya crib gettin' used for porn
In this game, I'm the king and you a pawn
They say they want that old Chess, nah
This my newest form
And I bet y'all hear the biggest fan
But he act Shady that's why I
Gotta leave him where he stand ('Stan')
Yeah, like stayin' down wit' the group
I'm just keepin' it a bean
On my flight hand
I thought about sneakin' in the can'
But the TSA worker in New York would've check
Tryin' to get a gun through the airport will
Get this man caught in a sec'
So I just waited 'til I touched down
And when I saw the connect
We got our hands on those still
Panther's home field
Nigga this a Florida TEC (Tech)
Boy gettin' stretched when that
Weapon is on him fake coughs
This type of smoke will leave
You coughin' to death, just dead in a coffin
And I'll leave that ugly black bitch
Coffee in a coffin wit' him
Must've lost the biscuit
Actin' like I won't open this nigga
Mug then pour Coffee's in it
Junkies workplace give the whore the business
And I did it outta spite
Niggas doin' all this wit' they lips but
Are you really tryin' to fight?
Aight, so don't act bold just
Stick to the script
Or get hit wit' a different type of right
(write) i spell "life" with a "y", why?
Because I live a different kind of life
(Lyfe)
RIP my nigga Doogie, he just left me and shit
Now he in Heaven and it got
My heart heavy as shit
You know what he looked at the doctors
And said on that hospital bed?
"I'm ready for this"
Bro I couldn't even begin cryin' real life
Nigga you live yours but I live mine
You know how many niggas I
Got that's locked inside?
How many of my friends died?
Fuck a dead op'
I done tried killin' my step pops
Wasn't just finna see him hit mom
Cause that shit just hurt, she went to work
I done witnessed the nigga sniff lines
Them drugs in his nose left me and
My little brother exposed big time
And it hurt when I went to my mother and told
Cause all I could think about was
Him and my lil' sis' bond
Shit, at least he was dead, committed to him
All my pops did was commit crimes
Get high, then rob
I know a lotta niggas respect
You blood but to
Yo' flesh and blood you ain't shit slime
I'm always tellin' myself
"We are not the same"
'Til I think about the niggas I did slime
And it makes me mad cause I only
Relate to dad through spend time
And we don't even spend time nigga
Come to think of it
He was fresh home every chance I tried
Cause most of my life he did time
So I couldn't see him
But that's okay cause mama helped
Me find my own
Way like Ray Charles when he went blind
And that's why you the shit ma
Cause you ain't never fold
So how the fuck could I quit mom?
I'm here to accomplish every goal
Smack, Chess is home
Back to collect his throne
Skin complexion on 'Create A Player'
(It's time to set the tone) cake Lyfe

Nigga you'se a bitch and I'm a gang banger
See niggas know about that lifestyle
Plenty of niggas done died from
It's fucked up when you think about it
Probably got more dead homies than alive ones
True story: my nigga said, "You the Champ
Start bein' mo' cocky gotta make
Them people feel you" i said
"Nah I'ma keep it humble
They respect that more"
And to this day that statement still true
Cause after that we found him stabbed to
Death wit' this chest poked out
I kept tellin' him
"Too much pride'll kill you"
Nigga I don't feel you
Cause you rap strugglin' rounds
And they like to gas it like a Citgo
You made a bowl out a bottle
That ain't shit bro
You ever been in a holdin' cell
Had to use a tissue roll to make a pillow?
We all struggle
We come from where the rent low
No Dove soap
Had to shower wit' the dish soap
Got shot, niggas askin' "What it hit fo'?"
No medical (metal Cal')
Granny workin' on the bandage with
Ace bandages and some Crisco
Listen to this though
If y'all seen him fuckin' up
Why you ain't sit him down?
This shit ain't easy
I did shit this mornin' I can't remember now
I done been shot
Couple of them bullets still in me
I'm just sayin'
Even the doctor can forget a round
Now listen
At 15 you was on SMACK doin' big things
At 15 I was just tryin' to make it to 16
At 16 you was rappin', that's an actual fact
At 16, only shit I was rappin'
(wrapping) was rags around a strap
Whatchu know 'bout that?
50 clip, too big ain't no tuckin' that bitch
I done seen so many deaths I don't cry
I just send a prayer up and that's it
So much yellow tape in the hood
No wonder I feel like we
Be stuck in that bitch when the cops come
We use the bitches to hide guns
Forced to grow up fast
They always said we might die young
Do you get that? I was taught if ya homeboy
Snitch, you gotta kill him
Ain't no such thing as love homie
Now what if y'all was real close? I said
"I'll prolly just stand back so I
Don't get his blood on me"
If I got a gun on me
I'ma hold court in the street
I ain't sittin' in front of no judge homie
I'd rather die than do life
I learned that at an early age
It was a no brainer
Barb wired fences or some pearly gates
Where I'm from
You gotta practice what you preach
A gang of niggas talk heavy
But in reality they be weak
I'm the type to blow a
Nigga's brains out his mouth
Tell him, "Think before he speak"
You a young nigga, talkin' crazy
They askin', "Is you fiendin'?"
Put him to sleep, now they askin'
"Is you dreamin'?"
Went to jail, you was drunk
Say some shit you ain't mean it
That's cause y'all would rather
Drink the fifth, i'd rather plead it
I really mean it
These young niggas be worried about wearin'
J's and new shoes comin' out
Big cuz was in the SHU
He ain't know when he was comin' out
I got put on that 12, caught a case at 16
This shit ain't a movie
At that age you was sparrin' wit' Steams
At that age
Sharing bars wit' my niggas meant
We was in juvie
I remember duckin' shots from the Uzi
Yeah, bullets movin' so fast, all you
Can do- you can't even run
Just gotta get low everything gets slow
All you hear is the
Whistlethe Andy Griffith intro
And for ya info, my respect in
The streets and my name, it mean a lot
I'm respected by the shooters and
The niggas that I shot
I prolly only feel bad for they
Mamas after I blast dudes
Thinkin' to myself like
"Hell if I would've missed him
She wouldn't have to" i'll really blast you
You can't walk a mile in my shoes
This shit a journey
I done seen a gang of niggas
Turn up dead Weekend At Bernies
Aye respect Smack, but fuck the DVD era
The first battle I ever saw was
My lawyer versus a district attorney
Real shit, is the only shit that concern me
How a face shot will have him
Lookin' crazy on the set
Nina a home wrecker
It's the reason his head
Separated from his neck
I do this shit for respect
Cause, I done seen the streets
Change a lot of niggas
I'm talkin' 'bout how a gunshot can
Really turn the realest nigga fake
They said
"He was always known for speakin' the truth"
BAOW! Why he right here lyin' in my face?
They labeled us Menace I I Society cause
We had to kill to live
No job we had to rob just to feed the kid
Yeah I gangbang
But that shit more than lettin' the can' bust
So way before that Jordan Peele movie
Society didn't understand Us
And when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes
(It's yo' turn make niggas believe them lies)