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We got Geechi Gotti versus
Nigga you pull a gun out on
Me and don't use it I'ma kill you nigga
Straight like that
I'm still pissed off niggas seen me movin'
Out the way like that
But see you did it for clout
I gave niggas the benefit of the doubt
Cause in them situations
You was supposed to clear that bitch out
But thenwhen your car got shot up
You my nigga so I said
"Fuck whoever done that"
But then I started thinkin' like
"Where was that gun at?
Why you ain't let none clap?"
See niggas ain't scared to let it go
On you and that's dumb facts
Cause shootin' at you is like battle
Rap for these industry dudes
It's no fire come back nigga I run rap


It's time to keep it G with these punks
They say this a match for the top spot
I don't see it as such
I'm the back to back Champ
He ain't even in the top three we discuss
But lettin' you live this long was my mistake
So after this, shit gonna get a lot clearer
Y'all ain't even catch that
I said "my mistake" that meant this my era
(error) i done battled the best Shine, JC
Shit, even me and Nitty had to bang
I'm talkin' Arsonal, O-Red
Even laid down the Wave
I'm talkin' John John, Ill Will
Had Ms fit fallin' on the stage
Big T, Chess, Ave, Tay Roc with the change
During The Strike I put Top down
Screamin' 'Money Ain't A Thang'
I made this shit crack again
I'm the reason niggas wanted to
Start livin' they bars
But they keep givin' you my credit
That's why I'm the nigga with
A chip on this card
I will grab a blade and chop ya family up
Ya girl, ya mama, then he go after
Grab ya little new born then I saw the baby
(Sada Baby) like the Detroit rapper
I'm a real life factor
I ain't just speakin' bars
Face shot, hole in
(holdin') his chin like he thinkin' hard
The king of bars
Plus in these streets I'm active
Shoot 'til it click when a nigga blast it
Bitch my Sig' (cig') been smokin' so long
I could've ashed it tragic
Y'all niggas remember when I said I
Had the gun like this?
Both hands double dribblin' crazy shit
But now I got one on the handle and one
Right up under the nose when I'm blazin' it
With that Heat I'm D wade
Steady questionin' myself on how
I raised the bitch crazy shit
Raise the fifth, spray 30, I play dirty
Funeral, ya home
Go and turn Twork to an away Jersey
He ain't worthy fuck the lames, Mafia, I put
My own team on jersey, it's custom made
It ain't a fuckin' game
Y'all put him against a dome splitter
Chrome lifter junior's bachelor party
Y'all done put twerk
(Twork) in front of the wrong nigga
30 stick, long clipper
Get hit when I blast it
Twork (twerk) fall from the pole like the stripper in Dallas
Since I've been spazzin'
I make mo' than what the vets make
Back shot, spine on the flo'
It drop before the disc came
Out like cassette tapes
Grab him by the throat, his neck break
He died with his eyes wide like
Rex on that sex tape
This nigga stay recyclin' bars
And y'all be cool with that
That's why when they ask me 'bout this
Battle I was doubtin' if bro worthy
Show up with any of that old Jazz
It's gon' feel like a mountain on jersey
(Jerzey)
'Bout to do him dirty with non effort
I can drop 30 even if I slack with Jersey
(Jerzey) like Tom Sheppard above The Rim
Don't make me flip you
They done put the Crip on you against 'Tez
Y'all seen me put shells in they ese
Now I'm finna get you damaged, I shoot cannon
Over the body with the sweeper standin' up
It ain't The Broom Challenge
Y'all think dude savage?
But his hands too shaky to handle the Glock
That's the difference
I leave niggas shakin' like
That after the shot aye, you beat up Norbes?
I really don't care
I'm just tryin' to figure out what that mean
To a nigga that really clap things
Shoot him, his body shut down
Blood stream fucked up worser than Caffeine
And when it's realy'all can tell
(Y'all can see it they in they eyes
It's yo' turn make niggas believe them lies
Nigga, time)

Nigga you'se a bitch! He know
I was just out in Bompton
On my Piruthless shit let him try angles
Catch a bullet, use a pick ruger clip
Nah, I can give a fuck what you heard 'bout
I'm so excited, he finally dies
One shot I'ma squeeze a bird out bAOW!
He got Got'
God got Got', I can't even get the words out
Tool 'bout to shoot chrome 'bout to spark
Chrome 'bout to shoot fake chokes
Nah fuck that
That's something the old Twork would do
This weighin' heavy on my heart
You tryin' to call up the Crips? Click
This Beretta dumpin' off boom, let him live
I'ma drag his body very fuckin' far
I'm talkin' so deep in the woods
He can never fuckin' call
Can you hear me now?
Nigga you gon' need every fuckin' bar
Believability?
Y'all saw the video, bro was hidin'
I was the nigga holdin' iron
Him? Facin' a tree like Pocahontas
I should've clapped yo' ass then
That was God blessin' you
Shoot every branch you was hidin' behind
There wouldn't have been a log left
Left the whole tree danglin' down
That's a car freshener
It ain't the fact that you hid behind a tree
It's just the fact I saw
You leave Brooklyn Hanz, i can attest to it
Too many unanswered questions
Nigga tried to justify the shit
The fans were stressin' him
You think you right cause you left Hanz
(hands)? That's ambidextrous
Heat about to fly i shook his pride
You know it's real when you
See it in they eyes not when they look alive
I'm Strapped In! I'll clap you in a coma
Madness, I could snap at any moment
My name Twork, I ain't Twork nigga
I'm already earnin' my status
Errrr, I'ma drive down Nutty
Blocc burnin' the ratchets kill 'em all
Closed casket? Bitch we burnin' the casket
I need to know if it's Nuts in it
I got allergic reaction
Aye Avo', I'm 'bout to murder this faggot
I should put it in Avo's face, Avocado's face
Cause you the only person he askin'
But, I'ma pick this nigga first
That's Affirmative Action
Get stabbed up for your Champion
Of The Year belt i'll take it clock-watch
Pull it out, poke an extra hole in the belt
Make it my size he claimin' mob ties
But, you be lucky if you manage out the east
45's, look like a 9, that's an apostrophe
Try wit' me
I get mad over the slightest thing
Can't hash it out wit' me
Literally, trip for next
To nothin' Travelocity ratchet pop on him
You run your mouth, I kill ya first lady
This launch heavy fucker that steady lit
Stick on Coffee R kelly mother
Let that resonate
Serial, still on the revolver
I let the weapon spray
Spin, with no scratch
Let's set the record straight
Geechi, I can give a fuck
About your deceased folks
They memories left they graves
Why the fuck you let ya dead homie mother
Keep leavin' voicemail knowin' her son ain't
Gonna hear what the message say?
Next time she try to call that nigga
I let Berettas blaze bAOW!
Scream on the voicemail
"You got seven days!"
Larkin peel, you all get killed
I'll leave this Nutty nigga missin'
Missin', missin', I'm talkin' lost for real
I'm talkin' Nut' on the carton
That's almond milk
Y'all niggas homeless still
I done kicked it with a lot of these niggas
Nobody seems violent
Ch-ch ch-ch, my shotty bring who wanna die?
Shhh y'all gotta keep quiet
Boom, this gonna be a nigga nobody seen dying
Leave him drop the body, no leave the body
That's the Jolly Green Giant jersey

I can do what you do, that style is sickenin'
All you do is word
Association with vocal projection
It isn't gifted the crowd know to cheer the
Moment you yell the bar
It's like the shit is scripted he be like
"I should be on the big screen
With the shit I'm liftin'
Through the scope I can see
Ya plasmacause I got tele-vision"
But, I'm not the nigga to fool wit'
He prolly own a fertilizer company cause
He keep sellin' y'all this bullshit
Trunk bars, I shouldn't never hear
But that don't take away the shit
I did on my block
Niggas I done got killed by my Glock
The truth is, real niggas get out the way
Cause when bustas got guns
Somebody innocent gets shot
With a name like Twork
You should be workin' at Magic
City shakin' ass and titties
Puttin' ya tip money in one of them
Old ladies who you be snatchin' purse
You make ya state look bad my
Nigga and that's on the turf
Cause when I think of Jersey
That's Arsonal and Surf puttin' in work
Joe Budden, Redman, Tretch
With the bars they be goin' berserk
It wasn't until I met this nigga
That I found out that niggas
In New Jersey twerk (Nu Jerzey Twork)
Now Smack
How come you don't say "pause" before
You announce this nigga name? Twork! Twork!
And I'm surprised all these grown
Men be happy when
They see his ass bouncin' on the stage
This nigga's a lame but let me know
How did ya homies feel when
You got that piercin'?
What type of gangsta do those things?
See I got high rankin' from the big homies
The first time I let my nose ring
But let me tell you a few mo' things
What's up with Ryda
Drugz? That Lu Cas' nigga?
Don't y'all get tired seein' this fake G
String along all these ass niggas?
Goonies? Where? All I see is
A bunch of victims them dudes ain't hard
Now that Jakk, Q and Ace left
Niggas ain't gonna have no
Problems pullin' they card
And these niggas ain't stars
That's why they gotta work
But all try to sound like you
That's what make it kinda worse
But, I get it
In order for them wack bitches to
Get attention they gotta twerk (Twork)
The Llama burst
Like y'all don't really want smoke dawg
Kill you then dump the 40 over
Ya dead homies like Loc Dog
Fuck you and Drugz
I'll put a bullet in both y'all
In the hospital ya family watchin' ya body
Go through a series of events
It ain't Snowfall talkin' 'bout
"He the reason Geech' was
Hidin' behind a tree" is he illiterate?
The nerve of a nigga that got
Fucked up by senior citizen
Who he kiddin' when me and you
Both know he ain't wanna fight hoe nigga
Why don't you tell the fans
How you literally had to
Push Drugz in that street like a dope dealer
Nigga he's a bitch!
And you, a Jersey nigga that live in the DMV
Claimin' a Compton gang what's really good?
It's safe to say on stage
The only time that he in his hood
He wanna be 'Pac so bad
I bet he wish he could
An east coast nigga runnin'
With Compton Piru's
Takin' orders from his nigga Suge
Both of y'all got nose rings
Both of y'all got killed in Vegas
Should I continue on? I don't think I should
Mr piru Blood Gang Member
See you got the street- see
You got these niggas confused
But the streets not
You can't be a Piru Blood gang member unless
You from the same hood as B dot
See that's the type of shit that make me hot
But after this, we gonna get this shit clear
Because Piru is a street in Compton and
You ain't never even been there
The shit weird and you know
Yeah you was in Compton but
If I had you there
And told you to take me to Piru Street
You wouldn't know where to go
See for that you a hoe
Claimin' a block and a street
You never stood on
You don't know how disrespectful
That is to the
Real Piru's that had to get put on
Shoot shit
Go to jail and die for that street
See all these years in church but it
Took Geechi to get his soul right
Ya mama a preacher, it makes sense
She had you believin' in shit you
Haven't seen ya whole life
But in real Compton and Bompton
Piru's that don't make it fair
You got a nigga named Driver in the Goonies
Couldn't he even take you there?
But see, aye, I know some
Real Piru's they like
"Twork cool but Gotti you gotta cook dawg"
For real you look soft
I could have 135 Piru's give you a put off
I'm the reason yo' career took off
Cause, I brought this gangsta shit back to
Battle rap and I can bang that
Now everybody flaggin'
Y'all didn't even doo rag
That's why they called me to
Bring the Wave back champion Of The Year
Can't none of these niggas claim that
To beat me, you gon' need a bigga 9 than
Robin Williams when he played Jack
Brotherhood? I'm from that other hood
Crip street, big heat 4 close
(foreclose) ya shit like when the crib lease
I'll shoot ya pregnant bitch
Y'all gon' think her water broke
The way the bitch leak
Her baby measurements gon' be 7
Ounces and six feet 16 in the clip
Close range when I'm shootin' him
On Jesus I'll let about 12 roam
(Rome) in Jerusalem i'm through wit' him
I could have my sis' spark it at you
Bury you live on Caffeine and
Have Coffee plant you i get at you
Give a fuck if you witcha guys
The gun'll blaze ya
You get laid down and I pop
Back up like The Undertaker nigga
You a dead man
I'ma be runnin' this battle rap
Shit 'til my last day
Sayin' you can beat me? You cappin' Jerzey
(cap in Jersey) like Draft Day
Drum on the K, bitch I ain't stutterin'
Clip took so long to load
Look like I'm bufferin' enough wit' him
I'm not ya mans
Gun on me, it's not contraband
100 buck, then it's twerk
(Twork) in the upper room
Like a private dance
Cause when it's real y'all can see tell
(Y'all can see it in they eyes
It's yo' turn
See you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga time)

This nigga said, my moms was a pastor
That's a fact
Talkin' 'bout me havin' guns or bein' a Blood
But my mom bein' a pastor
I guess y'all thinkin', "Boy just a scandal"
But, I talked to my mom
About that the other day
She said when she preach she keep
A 40 by the panel i said, "Word?!"
I don't think Jesus gon' be mad at me
You run up on me I'ma plant you
Cause God taught me He'll never give
Me more than I can handle
Speakin' of my mom, y'all gotta check her out
I done seen her pray over the rich or poor
I done seen her lay hands on the
Handicap and watch 'em hit the floor
And I'm just like her, I can
Put my hands on you
You won't be Crip no more! Crazy
Geechi Gotti! You put on a couple pounds?
Oooh i was on your IG the other day
Saw you workin' out i'm impressed as fuck
See, you gettin' ya reps up bruh
Flexin' huh? Workin' on ya pecs and stuff
This nigga gonna go and gain all this
Muscle just for my TECs to dump
I don't give a fuck what you bench
Just don't press ya luck
You get 100 out the chamber
I don't see anything about him dangerous
This Piru, our city's Nutty Blocc
Grab a mop out and bang ya boom
Buncha hot shells comin' out the chamber
Nina, a pliers to the Nuts
That's Money Mike and Damon tameless
This a Glock, with 30 shots kill rivals
BAOW, somehow it always land on
'em first bill cycle i do you real trifle
Chrome it pop pop
Try to go near the TECs
Yellow tape, homie drop i get the message
I left him on scene with no response
The strap just hot whatchu think
You the only nigga that been to jail?
I been locked, with no PC MAC desktop
38 come out the waist, the gat just pop
Revolver, spin off the hip
That's Dak Prescott
The gun is dumpin', the rusty bird
The Ugly Duckling
Gun butt, get lumped for nothin'
Pistol whip, crack a nigga Uncle Ruckus
Jersey

Jay Blac asked me how I
Felt about this battle
I told him I felt like I'm good
This just deja vu for me
I've been facin' ugly shit in the hood
My nigga, what's good?
Niggas know I ain't scared of shit
I done been shot
That means I done survived deadlier rounds
Than you can ever spit it's level's bitch
So fuck a hater that bullet's still in me
That's metal under my skin
Like I'm the Terminator in the streets
They call me "the Exterminator"
I wake up with the shit on the dresser
Stick wit' me like a criminal record
Ever since I been here
Niggas been feelin' the pressure
That's cause they know who a rider
Big Crip, I got the C
(see) over everything like a supervisor
Extendo on the mil'
(meal) , that's a Super Sizer
One shot got Blood coverin' his whole dome
All y'all gonna see is a red hood
A Red Skull under the hoodie like
He protectin' the Soul Stone
Nigga my soul gone
Cause all my niggasso gone
Who you ever had to lose?
I will put your face on a shirt
The only time your mans will see you
Is when you match with his shoes
How I'm livin' is cruel
I had beef with yo' kind all
Because I was a Crip
Gangbangin' my lifestyle where I'm
From and it's legit i had to jump out and
Shoot niggas I never met
Just run up on 'em and that was it
Feelin' like Mark McGwire off
Of them steroids
Shit, I knew it was wrong but still
I did it off the strength
Nigga I'm convinced, dude trippin'
I been in the trap with
Birds sittin' around stool pigeons
Dude listen gangbangin' been my job
No matter what you wanted to do from
Sellin' rock to shootin' niggas
They got a part for you
I did it all, I sold crack AND shot niggas
That was rock durin' the day and a
Monster at night like a gargoyle
I'ma make it hard for you
Do y'all believe in a higher power?
See I do
But sometimes I get discouraged low-key
Cause no matter what
It seem like all my enemies get
To meet God befo' me death after death
We really been through them stages
How old is you?
It's a blessin' just to get to them ages
I'm talkin' seein' one coffin'
(coughin') after another
The shit was contagious
See I was young like you dumb like you
Shoot plenty niggas that wasn't
Really where they
Said they were from like you
See I was strapped in
I done really clapped niggas into comas
It was madness
The lifestyle could've made me
Snap at any moment but, I live through it
See the shit you tryin' to do
I've been doin'
I seen niggas get killed in they
Whips cause they gun was stashed
And since they were Strapped In
They couldn't get to it this shit stupid
I've been gangbangin' since 11
You really up here with a Loc bro
In my lifestyle, funerals was the main stage
Closed caskets was a no show
I really love this nigga, see so
All these muhfuckin' rappers dyin'
Got me and my niggas ridin'
Around with our Glocks in
Cause if somethin' happen to you
For doin' all this stupid
Shit, I'ma be hurt from the heart, my nigga
Not for no clout
I even had a dream somebody shot you one day
It was right by yo' house
It was another nigga, a Glock and a couch
My memory kinda vague but all
I know is another
Nigga gave you a shot in the mouth
He said, "Believability"
Now takin' his hood off right now
On stage will make y'all believers
But see that's where we the same
I been tattin' my gang
My hood ain't comin' off either
And when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes go 'head

Geechiyou my nigga
I'm gonna tell you I'm gonna
Believe you're a writer
But when I think about itnah you right
I'm gonna believe ya pen
Nahcauseall the homies around you died so
I don't wanna be ya friend
We'll be better stayin' rivals
You always talk about how
This nigga got killed
How that nigga went to jail
I get it, dedicated writin'
You right, I get it, I get it
You steady payin' homage but what about you
Nigga? Why you hesitate about it?
Why you never state ya problem?
You just go straight to a bar
And everybody else take the shot
You the designated driver say I'm lyin'
Say I'm lyin'! You just a battle rapper
Why they stay behind you? The labor finda
The bitch beside the one that really ring
You think you maid of honor?
While my game was slidin' I was
Tryin' to kill me a cuz
Drive-by, red rag around the pistol I tuck
Window down, pistol BAOW
I'm talkin' 10 of 'em dump
Everybody runnin', even my adrenaline rush
We was headed to that
A Crip run? Boom, boom
I put a shell in his back toss him over
It was a Crip I played football with
I was very distressed
I'm talkin' wide receiver, in one season
976 yards he wasn't ready for that
Cause the day we went lookin' for
Crabs he caught his Deadliest Catch
That was a murder scene
YOU, rap about everything you heard and seen
If this was my set nigga
Bay Bay Loc, if this was my set
Nigga, you put in work for me
That's a 30 piece tell Bay
(Bae) to Cap a nigga, it's a fraternity
I bang nigga! (Piru gang member)
Your real name is Marcus Keith Vantroy
You live in Hawthorne, California
Geechi listen here
I don't see your mission here
You 35 still tellin' ya homie's
Mama "the nigga disappear"
Whatchu gon' do when someone tell you yo' son
Dead? You bet' not drip a tear
I have two kids, and for my family
That pistol sittin' here
Both my kids know they pa tuck it
(Pawtucket) that's Peter Griffin beer
You pitiful, I should belittle you
I should even kill ya fuckin' self for
Even tryin' to be little you
You ain't never fuck wit' hard
You sell damn weaves
I was really used to supplyin' my block
I can't leave $20 crack bag down the block
$15 bags next door, the grams cheap
I had coke, dope, pills and weed
100 bucks across the street stampede
Man please, you sell stylist products
We really got bundles on the east
I'm talkin' dollars piling court cases
The State of New York versus Raivon -
Nigga I was on trial for hours
Rikkers Island, they way they was addressing
(a dressing) it I could've been on 1
000 Islands llama firin'
Serial still on the chopper, wildin'
That numbers on the back of the MAC
(Mack) like How's My Driving?
Geechi Gottiwe know you true blue for certain
But just cause you rap about it
Don't mean you do the murders
Shhh, I put a silencer on an NP
Ppst ppst I can shoot through a person
And break down the audio
That's a YouTube converter
All you dudes get served wit'- that's crazy
I'm talkin' Nutty Blocc, Nutty Blocc niggas
I'm thinkin' all options
I could bail out some ex-cons to
Have 'em all watchin' ya daughters
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Machete on mestick it inside
And something large choppin' ya heart up
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Cinder blocks, take you to the water
Let you all hop in the water
Too many things to do with this
Nut' that's George Washington Carver
Bang on him! You done took a bad turn
I'm tryin' to catch Geechi Gotti slippin'
The MAC bursts i mean I'm gonna get annoyin'
Waitin' outside his house with the MAC firm
'Til I see you twitch and die
I'ma get on ya last nerves! Jerzey