URLtv, Chilla Jones, Geechi Gotti - Geechi Gotti vs. Chilla Jones lyrics

We got Geechi Gotti versusnigga
You'se a bitch! And you know you in trouble
Whoever let you come out here
The must didn't love you 38 to the face
Remember we gave Real Deal
The chain? It's gon'
Be the second time I snub you nigga slug you
Don't talk, or you goin' over the edge
Fans confused like
"Thought it wasn't no distractions
On the roof so how'd he get thrown off?"
The 4 spark
Bullets go through flesh and break bones
Two 40's, you get the ugly modеl Grace Jones
Man I hate Jonеs, I should sock Chilla
Pistol whip him find out how that Glock feel
He thinkin' we cool, wanna kick it
I'd rather (k) not Chill
The Glock's steel
And it came with a drum clip
Shoot you and whoever you run wit'
Keep shootin' until the gun click
Paramedics wanna make sure this pussy good
They better come (cum) quick
Dumb bitch, you a fool to me knock him down
Keep shootin' him 'til he's stankin'
The body odor (older) it hit puberty
You a fool to me the tool wit' me
You know I don't play fair
It's plenty straps in the house
If I stay there
So many 4's in the crib could run a daycare
Nigga, take care
You walkin' to the Gang Land
So where is you from? Nigga so what
Bucket under ya chin for what you throw up
Hol' up the 50 blast, all head shots
Told my niggas, "All I want is the dome"
Like the pussy trash wit' yo' goofy ass
Back in the days I would've robbed you
Really had you shook too
Man, I set this battle up
So in reality I still booked you
Look fool, you can get shot tonight
Be a vegetable by the mornin'
I'm talkin' brain dead, not workin'
It should file for unemployment
When I shoot? I enjoy it
I be smilin' blastin'
You should be used to this
You used to not gettin' no crown reaction
On God I'm spazzin'
He gon' die when the steel blast
Bad teacher how I hit him wit'
An F and he still passed
This nigga Chill trash, and he been a hater
I'll air this shit out like a ventilator
It was a casket, 'til y'all seen Chill in
A box NASA refrigerator i been told y'all
I didn't have to read no book
To know how great gats be
(Great Gatsby) , I'm just realer than y'all
Soon as I pull it, surprise (Pulitzer Prize)
Chances are your Empire Falls
Just like I said nigga
I just found out ski masks were for
Fuckin' skiing and I wasn't lyin'
But didn't matter cause if I wore one
Either way I was gon' be slidin'
And when it's real y'all can tell
You can see it in they eyes, yo' turn
See if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga time

Nigga you'se aman of many names
I can't pardon facts geechi Gotti, Bay Loc
Well where's Marcus at?
Cause today, it's no clemency, Roger that
We one on one
Let's get the flex poppin' like Kyla Pratt
I'ma body bag Bay, on the east we don't do
(o) rags the west started that wave
A brave Hawk can get ya face blew (blue)
But ya heart ain't that brave
The old Steve Harvey
He never wanted parts in that fade
So you cleanin' house wit' The Mafia?
See how Gotti act Made?
Thinkin' he sick when he not
With these hypochondriac ways
You and them is not the same pussy
This a copy cat phase
How you never got trained on the streets
In the Bay Area where
Them trolley tracks laid
I'm an insomniac, can't sleep on him
So one afternoon i turned on Gotti vs ward
And that match was doomed
Tried to psych Ward out by being Nutty
Then got put in a box like a padded room
Actin' goon like you strapped wit'
Arms then y'all straight jackin' (jacket)
Well take action
Off the Rum, I'm insane rappin'
The gang clappin' we shoot Bay then
(Bathing) Ape zip up his whole hood
Now who wanna die in the same fashion?
You clashin' with Harambe
We gettin' live outta nowhere
Whoever stand in front of my palm pay
(Pompeii) the king like LeBron J
This star bucks
(Starbucks) , now I'm sizin' up Coffee
This a Grande before this would occur
(Forest Whitaker)
Tryin' to get y'all to look
At me the wrong way
Just know a bullet had the last name rising
(Risen) like Andre
You wanna Grace Jones with
Your presence Stronjay the skill is
(skillet's) fire I was cookin'
Wit' Rum flambé
Mad nights I ain't even wanna write
I had long days
But why go off the top like Jin
When I could bomb Bay (bombay)
Arms spray from the hospital
Where his mom's lay
I pulled the plug and threw
('Through) The Wire' like Kanye
She lived a 'Good Life' but 'I'm Heartless'
No 'Mercy' with this type thing
It's a hazard if I 'Drive Slow'
Whatchu think those 'Flashing Lights' mean?
I 'Heard 'Em Say' he got a supa dupa scope
Well then two words, "Snipe King"
Oh they're 'Stronger' I'm hittin' 'Niggas
In Paris' with 'Ultralight Beams'
'Monster' 'Power'
Make 'em 'Touch The Sky' like a flight scene
He's so 'Appalled' how I write clean
See with Twork, I did Chris Brown songs
That was a tight theme
But since you push yay'
('Ye) out West I figured that
Was the right scheme
I'm goin' 'HAM' but let me flip that
I'm cocky with the rifle power
This shit'll click, and land Mark
(landmark) in Paris like the Eiffel Tower
Stifle cowards
It ain't a plus if you cross me physically
Lift your spirit up for nothin'
It was complimentary turn Gotti, Kennedy
He'll get the head shot, all in memory
Pistol whip him, y'all gon' have to give
His jaw some dentistry
How I beat his ass, but kept the meter full
Tell Nitty that's a flawless victory
No subliminal, talk specifically
Leg shot, hit the calf and ate it
(decaffeinated) if I didn't
Like Coffee energy so call me enemy
Like ya fuckin' squad the truth
Nigga there's nothin' y'all can do
You rep the Nuts so
(Nutso) guess who's jumpin' off the roof?
One

We both started in the PG's
Then went main stage
I just did it in less time
Than what it took you
And it's crazy cause, you been here, but
At this part of your career
I'm considered a look for you
And this is true
Your career was on the fuckin' shelf
We only acknowledge that you got a pen
Cause you ain't got nothin' else
No style, no stage presence
That delivery need plenty help
Can't write a hit record
So without battles you'd prolly kill yoself
Nigga I should snuff you
Type of nigga that tell bitches you battle
Rap so they can fuck you weird shit
Nigga, I'm ashamed to be peers wit'
And that's just facts
Why don't you tell these niggas
How you lost the chain
On purpose so you could come rap on Smack
You fuckin' goof ball
King Of The Dot was the perfect place
For this white washed black nigga
Least you was the champ over there
You came over here to be an App nigga
That's why I wanna slap Chilla
Did exactly what a fame whore'll do
Turned your back on the league that
Was doing way more for you
Go 'head, win this battle
I'm still gonna be gettin' paid more than you
Nigga you ain't a big name
Shit, you just a nigga that can rap good
Enough to make this match make sense
The checks I get from Smack pay rent
I'm eatin' like the mob
You barely gettin' by
That's why outside of battle rap
You still got a job
And I ain't knockin' niggas with 9 to
5's cause that's where they grind at
But see I get paid enough where
I don't gotta punch that clock
But never mind that whatever they gave you
I'm gettin' at least three times that
I'm confused
Y'all said he got such a great pen
How come he didn't use it
To sign a better contract
Nigga this is beyond rap
I'm talkin' life decisions
You a middle aged battle rapper
Who look like Michael Bivens
And I ain't kiddin' this is real shit
You think you a headliner but a nigga from
Boston should be able to sell ticks
(Celtics) but, you a frail bitch
All in my face talkin' crazy
Glad I don't fuck you up you extra blessed
Homies right here gettin' extra stressed
Losin' they composure tryin'
To understand how the Crip can control mines
(minds) like Professor X
You ever been next to death?
I mean, on the field when a soldier dies?
Or locked for a kill
Praying they Bond your name like GoldenEye
How do you compose those lies?
Like I mean, writing gun bars
Knowing you never shot a gun
It be niggas like you that
Don't even got a gun
Nigga I got a son, matter of fact I got two
And I pray they never grow up
To be anything like you
A straight pretender
Writing raps with a fake agenda
Claimin' he tough but the whole time
Man's a bitch Caitlyn Jenner
I really hate this nigga i'm oh so serious
How do you write gun bars
Knowin' you never shot a nigga?
Bro I'm curious
You don't think that's disrespectful
To niggas like
Me that's writin' from they own experience?
Man fool's delerious he thought
If he didn't rap about guns then
His raps wouldn't get respected
He thought if he didn't write gun bars
Then his bars would get neglected
In the streets, if I didn't shoot with my
Niggas I couldn't kick it
I guess we is the same
We had to use them straps to get accepted
See this where shit get hectic
Because when they say you got a pen
I'm guessin' they right
Cause you gotta be an author
With them stories you write
And they make believe, I know they false
I'm one of them niggas you can't make believe
That you'll actually shoot a nigga
And shake the scene
Or stand over him while you make him scream
And go home with no emotions
And go straight to sleep see I don't think
That you will shoot a nigga unless your life
Was on the line or for your family
I'm pretty sure that's what you gon' do
But my nigga look
There's a difference between shootin' a
Nigga cause you have
To and shootin' him cause you want to
Bitch and when it's real, you can tell
You can see it in they eyes
Go 'head and rap and make
Niggas believe them lies nigga time

Nigga you'se afull time gang member
He give a fuck where this guy from
You can't hide son
Cause you'll go from behind the
Trunk to inside one
9 dump, I'm clappin' that
Your last performance? That was wack
Me and Danja kicked a round back
And forth like hacky sacks
So how the fuck you gon' call me
A "nerd" when you rap wit' Frak
I'll pop corns with a toy around
The Nut like Cracker Jacks action packed
Who said I ain't a match for Geechi?
Soon as the bell ding
(Belding) we take it to the Max wit' heat
Just see (Jesse) me clap the piece
At least a
(Lisa) couple dum (b) dum (b) s in
Bay side (Bayside) like Zack and Screech
See how I slayed (Slater) nigga
Tell me, how can dudes stop me? I'm Dr miami
Giving every ratchet a new body
A new hottie, get a face shot
BOAW! Now let's see if ya boo cocky (bukkake)
Or I, take this 4 and
(foreign) whip ya boo Gotti (Bugatti)
The King Pen, he front like he imperial too
I'm 'bout to flip with some assault
Get an aerial view
Whoever say he in my tier I'ma sue (tiramisu)
You sweet as
Y'all think the only one to tear him is Tsu?
That ain't true nigga hold up
In the ring
You've been feeling yourself like Gold Dust
You made Jerry look like he glowed up
Sho' Nuff if he can tie a mark out
In a round I'm doin' donuts
I guess it's time I spoke up
Somebody gotta let him know
Wess taught you a lesson bro
Ward gave you extra smoke
See they criticized Twork cause they say
He keeps his effort low now your ass caught
(cot) fallin' off
Don't be the next (necks) exposed
Weapon load, his death approachin'
Don't even tamper (Tampa) Bay
That old Tom will show you
God when the Heavens open
Tampa Bay, Old Tom, God when
(Godwin) - nigga the schemes is a prob'
Who else they sign? Gronkowski
Nigga ya team gettin' Rob'bed i'm on my job
I'm the type that'll skirt to ya house
Peek in ya window
Catch ya chick tryin' to twerk on the couch
Sneak in her back
Got her eatin' a sack with sperm in her mouth
I'll grab your 9 off the
Bookshelf and murder ya spouse
All cause you made a fake profile to diss me
Now she dead on his burner account
And B dot been earnin' his clout
Y'all think he's so cool
He can't beat me on no roof
Y'all know what Jones do he bang Blood
But when he got to the
Hospital it was Code Blue
I hold tools and both of 'em tre's
Shouldn't have been in no ring with Dot
He pushed bro in the way
But, if Bay stay at a safe distance it's cool
Cause, I can hold him at bay
But, if he do keep a safe
Distance I'ma hold him at Bay aye
That battle you had with Tech-9
Since then you've been makin' big moves
And we all know what Tech-9 did
And I know Gotti would never stand here
And act like that shit was cool
But Yung Ill posted a screenshotis what
I seen on that pic true?
A 16 year old, half naked
Girlliked by Geechi Gotti, is this you?
I mean it had me pissed too
And the way you heart checked Suge
I kinda fucked wit' that
So for that Bhad Bhabie shit
Yo' heart gon' get a double tap
But enough of that
I bet he wanna change pace
I bet son wanna switch agenda
(a gender) like Dwayne Wade this lame fake
Plus tell Mark's men
(Marksmen) my aim's great i'll grab a TEC-9
(Tech-9) and OD
Him and Gotti will share the same fate
So a bullet proof ski mask the
Only way you gon' save face
Cause you was born a Mark and
You gon' die a mark, for your namesake
Rap

The police killed another black
ManI don't like that
I think it's time we fight back
I'm talkin' right back
Cause they think pullin' out guns
And shootin' us is cool
But, that's only cause they see
Us doin' it too but what we gon' do?
Forget about the guns and butta
We know they hate us
That's mo' reason we should love each other
This shit bigger than Crips and Bloods
We brothers
But, if we gon' stand there and watch 'em
Kill us we goin' out like suckas
Them pussy cops can't touch us
Nigga fuck they laws
We ain't even gotta resist and still gotta
Worry if they gun go off
Them niggas shoot first and ask last
With no hesitation
They don't get arrested, lose they job
They get a paid vacation ain't that a trip?
Well let's trip back gun sound, click clack
Treat they wig like the quarantine
Push they shit back nigga this is real rap
Man I ain't goin' for no mo' searches
I don't give a fuck if I'm
On the block with Glocks
Man I ain't shootin' at no mo' niggas
My only ops is cops
Man real shit, we built this city
This is our shit it's lit now
We made this muhfucka
We'll burn this shit down
Nigga real talk, niggas know what it is
Man justice for black out and George Floyd
If they don't hear a nigga right now
They mean I ain't makin' enough noise
And real shit, yeah, I know what it is
We gotta take it back to where we started
And I know, makin' sure my circle is on
Point makes me a target
Them niggas talkin' about
A motherfuckin' curfew
Man what the fuss about?
I got a bunch of jack boys
(Jakkboy) outside ready to bust 'em out
Niggas know what I'm talkin' about
Nigga this is real shit
I couldn't write a third round
If I didn't talk about
Them pigs and how we ready to kill shit
Y'all niggas can save that battle rap
And that bitch ass chatter
Geechi Gotti came here to
Say Black Lives Matter let him rap
Mafia nigga

Nigga you'se amotherfuckin' genius
You came into this game with a plan
And after you versus Saynt
You had your name in demand
I thought your skill set was "ehh"
But your conviction made you the man
I said, "Man as soon as Mark get ability
(marketability) he could be the
Face of a brand"
And now you two time Champion Of The Year
I seen the congrats you got
The ten stacks on top
The cake, the plaques the plot
Man that's a lot
And this year you're ten battles in
Tryin' to pad ya stock
It must be nice goin' from league to
League and not havin' your battles blocked
Two time Champion Of The Yearbut we
Can't act like that's a shock
When other rappers get penalized by certain
Leagues for having matches locked
See league owners playin' traffic cop
Oh, this how the game's played?
You've been on every fuckin' cardfrom the
Small room to the main stage
Nigga you even did a baby shower
We don't need to see you ever eight days
So y'all can stop tryin' to book Mark
(bookmark) , I hope we on the same page
And I heard Bay gave his hood ten racks
Psych, he had to let them chips go urgently
And I can explain the shit so perfectly
See he makes money off
This gang member image
So as far as business he
Don't get no courtesy
And it's all for the internet money
So anybody that ever Cripped owe currency
(cryptocurrency) now emergency
You Ready To Die? I brought a 'Big Poppa'
Sick chopper
Full of bald heads, they wig rockers
Stick to a skull, like a witch doctor
With one goal, body Mark out of nowhere
It's a stigmata this nada
But ya third rounds
Niggas be in love wit' that
I mean you got the toughest raps
But that's the problem Mr marcus
You always fuckin' cap what's up wit' that?
Let me find out this real
Talk is really dumb lies
I mean your entourage be gassin' and
It seems like a fun time
Maybe that's why they call you "Bay"
Cause you claim the C
(sea) but your bars only land on one side
Son tried to make an album
To me it was below par so I'm E racing
(erasing) your little tracks
But that's for go-karts i go hard
You disagree? Well then
(welding) the chrome spark
I bet ya whole family birds
(Byrd's) like the Ozarks
Don't start, tryin' to pull me in
Or I'ma play Boosie and get
Live with pussy's then
Gutta side, the hoodie I slide the fully in
Type to punk him with TEC's
(texts) like I'm cyber bullying
So look me in my eyes, I'm a different one
Grip a gun long clip the extended one
Tell your clique to run
Or you gon' cry when yo' teammates die
See I could've brought a 40
And a fifth for son but there's a better way
To turn him alcoholic
Make his morning start with Coffee
And end wit' Rum
Son, whatchu know about overachieving?
Being a go getter
Being so obsessed with perfect games you
Get depressed over the no hitters
Whatchu know about penning other niggas
Flows for mo' figures
Watchin' the URL classic
Knowin' you ghost wrote for both niggas
This why I smoke niggas
Cause, I hardly ever rest
They said, "You back on URL", I said
"My bars ain't never left"
Boy, I'm the best, don't second guess
And that's why you losin' now
Against Mr jump To Top Tier
From The Proving Grounds" rooftop