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

They sayin', "Geechi got both belts"
For what? I shouldn't even be explainin' this

Geechi takes both of his Champion Of The Year
Belts off and hands them to Rum Nitty

I ain't even have to brang the shit
Mike Tyson
Roy Jonesi ain't gotta be the Champ
When I'm the main event
We got Geechi Gotti versenigga
You'se a bitch!
I don't wanna hear no "Tookie"
"Crip" or no "Crab" shit
Watch ya mouth or I'ma watch it
For you on some Math shit
And I don't even fuck wit' bruh and I
See why he don't fuck witchu niggas
Heard behind the scenes y'all be
Askin' URL not to
Book him because he bе punkin' you niggas


What's up witchu niggas?
I'll catch you and Clips
Dome shot leave y'all both with scars
Now hе a vegetable
Hell his family "Sit calm"
(sitcom) , while he plugged up
Cause the docs gon' have to
Leave Charles In Charge
Nigga you gon' have all the bars
Buy the clothes
But the aura don't come wit' it
Tell ya mama, no matter how
Many caskets she been around
It don't feel the same 'til her son in it
The gun hit him the lead poppin'
'Til he in the hospital, bed rotten
Tossin' and turnin', legs givin' out
Head noddin'
Face swellin' up, mouth foamin'
Tears droppin' he losin' so much blood
I don't think they can stop it
He goin' through a lot
His family sittin' through every episode
I got 'em binge watchin' bitch stop it
Cause, I done got pissed off
30 clip in his mouth
You go from slick to stick talkin'
Bitch, this bitch soft
I was a young blaster, I fell in love
Makin' my ops run
That adrenaline made 'em run faster
One shootout, my gun was smokin' so long
Fuck around had lung cancer
Nigga where is you from?
Whatever you say gon' be the wrong answer
Cause when we go against you
Every bullet from the heat goin' in you
And they keep goin' in you
Nurses got out about three shells
But the doctors knew they
Coulda got more outta
You like you ain't reach yo' potential
Which one of these dudes is witchu?
Let me know so I can start dumpin' the chrome
A couple of ya patnas witchu will
Have you feelin' right at home
Cause y'all know DMX niggas Never Die Alone
Gotti got the throne
I battled Chilla, Magic, Verb
All while I was home
Charlie and Twork, I was wildin' on the road
Quotables, replay value
Stop me when I'm wrong
That's five URL battles
I just had to make it known
Whether y'all think I'm 3-2 or 2-3
Bitch I've been in the zone
Aimin' at his dome
Let it peel through his flesh with hollows
Now they prayin' over Half A
Gallon bless the bottle
You was on ya best vs hollow
But, you not right now swoosh
That's how the knife sound
Half A Gallon leakin', he a pint now
What that? Nigga pipe down whatchu gon' say?
You from that DVD eraand I'm an app nigga?
You damn right i just don't give a damn
I really used to serve niggas
Right on the spot
Guess that was Instant Grams
You niggas been a fan
Don't talk to me about dope if you can't cook
Considerin' all the heads I've
Took off nigga's shoulders
They could've been callin' me "Facebook"
Aye look, don't play me bro
All he talk about is money
Like his bones can't be broke
I'm talkin', legs bent, back crack
Talkin' to him while I'm
Breakin' his neckthat's SnapChat
Yeah I'm an app nigga
But, I done had way more impact on
This culture than half you niggas did
I don't give a fuck if
You've been around since Lux
I should be past this nigga then
Goodz, I done shot niggas I
Done went to school wit'
That oughta tell you I don't give a
Fuck what class a nigga in
Washed up, we tired of you
Grab the blade, let mine cut you
Give you that white bitch
Hairstyle the side bubble nigga my struggle
Is not to shoot one of you rappers
I could be usin' these bullets on real ops
As a kid, the big homies gave me spots and
Pounds just to spray Rugers
The streets ain't a blogger tournament
URL the only ones that
Don't gon' pay shooters (Shooterz)
Aye stupid, don't play with the mob
I'll let it spray at his top
I got a thousand ten's for this body
Yeah, the parts came with the job
This nigga gettin' robbed, then killed
The docs gon' have to come investigate
Three guns, nah nah, 22 on Goodz
His death sound like an expiration date
Fuck the hate from all of them bloggers
Niggas like Anwar get on Champion dicksuckin'
Nigga can tell you what battle
Rappers beat me but
Can't tell what battle rappers
His bitch fuckin' i've been thuggin'

What's up Anwar

I've been thuggin'
I'm fresh off probation ready
To chip somethin'
Cause when it's real y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes
Go 'head it's yo' turn

He looks scared I know
Well let me prepare my flow
Took off some years, they wanted
The Slick Talk God back, well here I go
You done stood up here
With some killers Geechi the respected best
But, you ain't never stood up here
With a nigga that don't move
Like he paralyzed but still control
The room like Professor X that's star power
You ain't got that kind of glow
Y'all still fear him? 'Til I wheelchair him
Cause with these bald heads
I got mind control wait, let me find my flow
Hold on
When URL show them bills, it's open field
I go and kill never switch my hand
I've been playing the same
Cards for 12 years, you know the deal
So I'm on it
Just another opponent I hope to kill
But, you a slick talkin' mothafucka Geechi
The only question is
How the fuck you talk slick
To an oil spill with all this skill, nigga?
Y'all can't see through this dude?
Y'all that easy to fool?
"Geechi the truth he's so believable
It keep a tool" got a drop on the op and
Start sparkin' it from the balcony
But was hopin' a tree protect him like
Groot from Guardians Of The Galaxy
Retarded, y'all niggas gotta be
Save ya damn breath
I don't wanna hear it how you air it
Preparin' ya damn TEC
Every battle the same shit
Somethin' about his man death
Nigga you done lost so many friends
I'm surprised you got friends left
It's all a script! With a weak pen to it
I remember NOME 8 you rented
A Bentley and made
A movie outsidewhile I was
Sleepin' through it
URL Build A Rapper, they keep him movin'
And just cause Smack keep givin' him plates
Y'all feed in to it if you eatin', prove it
These fans know I've been gettin'
Money since I started this
When URL booked me
I get paid so much it look like a partnership
What you do about 20 battles a year Geechi?
Well at least you go hard wit' it
Until I catch him while he writin'
And blow his chest and his
Rap book and really make him
Put his heart in it
Gun lines and fake jewelry
That's the battle rap starter kit
It's hard as shit for y'all to admit
That I brung style in here
Yeah, well why they tryin' to
Cut my part in it?
Ex drug dealer turned business man
Went from a kitchen pan to a business plan
Even in that kitchen pan I
Had my business planned
You know what I learned from a dope stand?
How to flip a brand
You a different man, we ain't the same
You not special
I don't own a system but I know when
You play the game it got levels
And you a fraud a knock off
I dress my jewels up
Nigga my chain got stones and rocks on
Geechi your outfit don't cost more than
This cologne I got on different levels!
He think I'm talkin' prepared
Battles with nice flows
I'm talkin' levels period
Like-like a rare status and live goals
Oh let's not talk about nice hoes
Cause mines a nine from the jump
Sorry to do this on Caffeine but I wouldn't
Touch Coffee if I was tired as fuck
So don't ever comparejayBlacme with
A nigga that wear
Shit that I would NEVER would wear
You know what kills me?
How in battle rap we could be
Praised for actin' so real B
But, I don't get no points for
Me just bein' the real me
Bay Loc let his thing smoke
And y'all be believin' these fake quotes
A gangsta who kill niggas and
Put 'em in a battle
Oh y'all must be sleepin' stay woke
This what y'all call "Crippin'"?
Well like Bish this baby wasn't in my plans
Abort mission we 20 deep
Any hatin', is a family vacation
We all trippin' i got a question
How is somethin' so believable all fiction?
Fakin' tough probably
He ain't spray 'em up Gotti he just make up
(makeup) them bodies like mortician
You bang chrome but ya face known
You ain't never got caught slippin'
I used to carry large pounds, all spittin'
Even though I chilled I never put
These arms down like I'm autistic
Seven streams of revenue and
You'll be a millionaire
Let's see if doin' 20 battles a
Year will get you there

Your cologne smell like piss and cigarettes
He said his cologne cost more
Than what I got on
And y'all laughed at this guy
That shit cost $150 these
Dolce's $1, 100 alone
Lie detector determined nigga that was a lie
Until you started sellin' cologne
I never heard you promote one
Business or a brand
You think you let the fans know
If you anything goin' out besides
Battle rap to get some of
The support of ya fans
Don't be actin' like you partners
With that weed shit nigga
That's what we not finna do
They make you promo on your page
And do lots of interviews
Busy the bigger name
They get more buzz dealin' with Top
That shit is true so
Stop actin' like you own it and just tell us
One of the niggas that they sponsorin' is you
Nigga you got a buzz
They utilize your name for the sales
You don't even smoke
You supposed to know that it's
Bomb by how it smell? Nigga take this L
You just like the rest of these rappers
Gettin' on stage after gettin'
Him writin' bars
Knowin' the whole time that's
Another nigga haymaker
You just actin' like it's yours

Yeah, yeah, yeah he don't rap like that
Oil spill, this boy get killed
Actin' like it's yours
Stop actin' like a whore
You ain't really gettin' money we can see
How the fuck you supposed to
Be this big boss?
You work for the same company as me!
Plus I get paid more
I mean it ain't, way, way more
But trust me it's way more
He gon' paint the picture that
I'm the slave whore
When in reality I'm the nigga doin' the
Whippin' and gettin' paid for it

Geechi addresses the noise in the background

I'm gettin' paid for it
What are you on Goodz?
Smack got rights to ya name
Psst- you don't even own "Goodz"
You just a battle rapper who talks shit
About battle rappers being battle rappers
Make that make sense
We supposed to learn ownership from
A nigga that pay rent
You got a regular whip
That shit don't need a mention
I guess he always talkin' money cause he
Tryin' to speak it into existence
To me these niggas bitches
You swung on Jimz
You ain't drop him or do no fuckin' damage
If I swing you goin' to sleep
You ain't wakin' up 'til Summer Madness
You ain't a savage after that you apologize
It's a whole interview on
YouTube still gettin' monetized
Yeah ya daughter gon' have to learn to
Be a man from her mama side
Cause when it's drama time
I'm callin' ya bluff
You said, "Sorry" for that weak ass punch
Bitch, that punch was already sorry enough!
Hit a nigga off guard wearin' rings and he
Look like he was hardly was touched
You on interviews sayin' how you
Was sorry and such
"I lost my composure that's something
I don't need to do"
And y'all think he toughi think he a goof
Y'all believe he steppin' on work
I don't believe this dude
You couldn't even stand on the only
Blow we ever seen from you
You know what else I see from you?
Hangin' with Ah Di
That got me questionin' if you
Would ever stand Goodz
Hangin' wit' snitches usually get the same
Consequences that that man would
You go to jail
You would've got poked up in every
Cell that your ass stood i'm just sayin'
Your little corny ass would've ended up
A vegetable in the can goods (Goodz)
Where's your manhood?
Y'all can tell that that man's fakin'?
Behind the wall
He the type to get his goods taken
Fuck nigga prolly used to gettin' D'd up
Like he playin' Payton you steady hatin'
On Caffeine, gossiping like a bitch
I'm like, "That's what niggas do?"
"Yo who's Fred?"
That's the type of shit you've been
Askin' since Roc & Mook?
Even got Dan Barz and QB put in it too?
I oughta shoot this little goof
Leave his blood and body parts
All over the streets
Guess I'm a messy nigga too
Nigga you a little way too
Invested in Tay's sexual preference
Now I'm not sayin' you gay
Well I'm kinda suggestin'
Cause when it come to Roc
(k) seem like you wanna do a
Little more than some diamond testin'
Now pause Roc but, if you've been watchin'
He been on your balls Roc
And for the record
If any of you niggas play with my name
After the battle
The way y'all been playin' wit' cuz
Gon' fuck around and get y'all all shot
I don't give fuck i will use that dumb ass
Face for testin' my strap
Cause, I know you pussy
I just don't think Roc aware
(Roc-A Wear) that's why he let
Y'all address him like that
But not me though, I'm wit' all the smoke
Act stupid, get shot
Bet them bullets never comin'
Out like that audio nigga this all a show
In the streets you don't move how I move
The more money you make is the more
Money I take when I rob you slide through
Like, "Where the fuck is
You hidin' the cabbage?
Everybody face down on the flo'"
It's the Nate Robinson Challenge
You talk about everybody cool wit'
But that's a bitch for you
Type of nigga to be one way around y'all
Then when I show up he switch on you
Try and run spine shot
Now parts of his back switchin' sides
Not even his disc loyal (disloyal)
Cause when it's real y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in his eyes go 'headrap

That Ah Di shit wasn't true little nigga
I met Ah Di in battle raphe
Was a cool little nigga
But did Ah Di snitch? yeah Ah Di did
Man that's before I knew- man you think I
Give a fuck what Ah Di did?
In these streets I'm good
You can ask a hater first
Any situation I got into, I bailed out
That's how you show this paper work
(paperwork)
Tell the gangstas get they chrome!
Cause Geechi here!
That's right Crip, bang on
Fuck all that though
Why you dressed like you just came home?
Like why your pants be that baggy
And ya chain so long? I mean look
If I offended you I'm really sorry
If I came on strong yeah right
But he wanna speak this street shit
Like I ain't used to get paid off phones
Takin' other drug dealers blocks they
Used to think they owned
A couple fiends owned us money
But we ain't break they bones
Cause when something real at stake
(estate) for closure (foreclosure) we
Just take they homes this is boss talk
Simple fact I do the provin'
You a shooter Geechi?
Well I used to give out crack to
The niggas that do the shootin' so confusin'
Y'all rather beef than make money
A nigga that gangbang
Well nigga my gang bang for me
This is boss talk if you still doin' shit in
These streets you clout trippin'
I guess I'm still in these streets too
Cause, I just made 50 grand
Off of house flippin' i'm 'bout business
Shakin' hands with the right people
When I walk out my house
I don't see the opsi see white people
You think I care if ya crew 'bout it?
Any streets or how they move 'round it?
Yeah you still in the hood Geechi
Cause you ain't make enough money
To move out it this is boss talk
No simple flossin', bigger costin'
Let me see you Crip Walk cuz
'Til a leg shot, leave him crippled walkin'
Pick a portion or stick to talkin'
That's what you do the best
It's funny, before I walk on
Stage they tell me, "Break a leg"
I'm on a 12 year run and ain't lose a step
And I do it fresh
Whatchu on? Like a three year run?
You been consistent, a couple of checks made
You were Champion Of The Year
Well try being champion for a decade
Tough guy
But he rhyme flows with his eyes closed
What that tell you?
He can't even see hisself let
Alone lettin' that 9 blow
What I know, is I'll put a nigga in his place
Like, how you talk all this gangsta shit and
Can't even look a nigga in his face?
I'm the hard to God tier
He scream, "Every Fuckin' Bar!"
When ain't even no bars there
He scream, "Every Fuckin' Bar!"
To make sure that y'all see some
Then scream, "Every Fuckin' Ba-"
Just to cover up for the weak ones
Every Fucking Bar
You keep incriminating yourself in
These battles and
You gon' be behind every fuckin' bar stupid
To the real niggas you see through
Only battle rap people and
Pussy niggas believe you
Oh, wait until these fans turn on you
They not on your team no more
And URL start actin' funny cause you not
That new hot thing no more
Geechi I done seen it before
They gon' count this loss
You never been flat out dead beat?
Well one will put money on this
Kid come give this child support
Cause he gon' need it show his breathin'
Through the scope I see him
They say when you hot it
Get cold when you fall
Well it's an open season
And growth is needed
I'm just tryin' to show his wheezin'
Cause you can't run this game if you
Don't know how to control ya breathin'
And URL got him goin'
Chasin' change he ain't get no bread still
On every card he owe (cardio)
Well I'm just out here tryin' to tread mil's
(treadmills)
Bloody money, red bills, gangbangin'
That's the your thing son?
Well I'm into gettin' paper
The only color I fought over
Were some green ones
I used to be just like you
A fat nigga from the streets, reppin'
Until I tried to buy a house and
Found out they don't take street credit
Seven streams of revenue you'll
Be a millionaire
Let's see if doin' 20 battles a
Year will get you there

He said all that to say that
And you still in the same position as me

Very true i guess houses still don't
Take street credit
Cause you still in an apartment too

They said
"Gotti! When you gon' bring them thirds back?
You know, not that shit for these marks
On this nerd app
All them lyrical miracle word cats
But for them niggas that
Really earned stripes"
So for them I'm back for that
Cause y'all deserve that y'all heard Smack
"Gotti on his gutta shit"
That's how I'm rollin'
I remember nights I sold sherm
Like some kind of potion
Straps, all I had was a stick and
That water like I was Moses
I couldn't let them hit it in the spot tho'
It had a funny smell every
Time they smoked it
That's why when I sold it I had to
Keep it bottled up like my emotions
Right now I'm focused
House full of percs, Zans and blues
The first come first served
If you snooze you lose
Yeah you can call it a trap house
It's just not ya norm
So many pills and scripts filled
It felt like Old MacDonald
Shit I had a farm (pharm)
E, I owe you (E-IO-U) an apology
This supposed to be Hart gettin' disfigured
Y'all had me confused
I thought the contract was for you
They told me I had a "bitch nigga"
These third rounds i just be reminiscing
I was numb to the murders
Whenever I was pullin' triggers
Bias crowd, I had no reaction
Even though I was killin' niggas
I don't be feelin' niggas
So much pain inside
I think I need a life coach
Cause how I feel most times
I can't say inwards
(N words) like white folks the knife poke
Then a slice go
Then Half A Gallon drained his life po'
Nigga this is my show you can stop rappin'
I don't give a fuck if you had a gun
You not blastin'
You ain't never been in a shootout 'til
The gun was empty stop cappin'
Cause you know, when the gun empty it- I
Shouldn't have to finish that
I remember bein' young, sendin' packs
Catchin' my ops, jumpin' out
Givin' 'em full contact
I really was a Rare Breed
Fuckin' with A-R's and P's (ARP)
Why y'all think URL blocked it
And sent me the contract? Never mind that
That went over heads
Never mind that, I don't need the hate
I grab a blade and take this big
Bitch under ya nose like Stevie J
Believe me, aye i really was in jails
Fightin' for bail before I ever wrote a rhyme
Participatin' in riots, all kinda crime
Squabbling with the ops, just to free my mind
Really givin' niggas Hell in that cell
I was on demon time nigga these is lines
For the streets and that's it
You got bars but I talk
Different it's an accent the MAC spit
I don't cap when I rap
That's what the nerds do i really show work
From the block to the curb too
I'm talkin' so much coke I got sick
Of seein' chickens I had bird flu
You heard fool? No debate
I'm talkin' so many pounds I was
Tired of lookin' at scales
Man I was so over weight
No debate, cause I was still trappin'
I'm talkin' every mornin' it
Was plates and Ziplocs it was meal plannin'
Nigga you got skills rappin'
But my life ain't exaggerated
I was sleep, then ops popped me in my dream
I woke up and retaliated
We don't let nothin' slide
I know a nigga who got killed
His moms couldn't afford the
Funeral they played
It off like he ain't fuckin' died
Nigga you'd be petrified if I showed up on
Goodz block with a couple of good Glocks
I'm the reason them OG's like you
Couldn't sell dope in the hood
All them shootings kept the hood hot
Come to my set, Nutty Blocc
You see us write it on the wall spray cans
Yeah I'm ballin' now but I started off a
Monster in the trenches like Space Jam
Aye man, ah Di ain't the only snitch
You be hangin' wit' either
But don't trip I ain't here
To take the gloves off
Just know that I know and you dumb soft
Cause even as a pup I knew, if my dog tail
(dawg tell) he get cut off
But when it's real, y'all can tell
See if you can make them believe them lies

2020 had me fuckin' scared
I came out of quaranting with a
Girl and a fuckin' beard
Look I ain't even know I could grow a beard
I ain't ever picture that y'all like
"Goodz where you goin' with this?" nowhere
This is just a few things I
Think about while you niggas rap I don't-
I refuse to listen to this nonsense
All this made up content
About how he reach for the arms but
Wouldn't touch a nigga in arms length
Off the muscle
I make it stretch double like I'm yawnin'
That calm sniff
Got fiends doin' lines underhanded
Like palm prints let's be honest
How do I feel about the Caffeine room?
I wouldn't be happier
So the dumb niggas that don't know I'm
Actually a better rapper than a battler
Oh you never seen "Cipher Goodz"?
You trippin', pack it up
All facts like, "What happened?" Yup
You know when security be actin' up
When you walk inside the
Club but you got a hat?
That's right no cap in (cappin') bruh
I'm mad as fuck
When they say, "All he's got is swag"
That's a fag thing
Niggas be goin' against me rappin'
'bout how fresh I am like that's a bad thing
Let me explain something to
You sloppy dummies
If a nigga who never watched
Battle rap watched mines
For the first time he gon' be thinkin
"Damn battle rappers is gettin'
A LOT of money" and I'm into legal money now
That's how you know it's real
When I can drug talk but sit down in
A meeting and still close a deal
You local still
I'll give 'em that global feel
He think he winnin' this race until I take
Over the Sprint like a T-Mobile deal
This gon' be overkill
Like- like no, for real
Like- like battle rappin' ain't hard
You just gotta know ya skill
And mines is locked child proof
Unfastenable, wild smooth
I mean floss but I'm the GOAT with the sauce
Halal food
Whatchu wanna talk about now fool?
How I'm from the streets?
Scarface was my idol
I had a fiend hit that Roc
(k) and thought he was Surfin'
That ain't got shit to do with a Gun Title
I got something to run by you
You can have that
This nigga worrying about if his op dropped
Nigga if my credit dropped
That's what I'm mad at grown man shit
I can show you some things you never knew
Like Caffeine deal, cannabis
Company, real estate
Nigga I'm into multiple streams of revenue
Business man but I sold drugs
My dope was above ten i'm legit now
Some people ain't make it out yet
Snitches wired, lookin' for an outlet
Well I'm just here to let you know you ain't
Gotta be the plug to be plugged in
I'm still connected
I'm talkin' from the office to
The block and still respected
You can tell by my watch how I
Invest my time in rare investments
You pathetic
I don't believe nothin' you happen to speak
You mean to tell me you got time
To sell weave, get shot at
Go to ya homies funeral and still
Do a battle a week? Gangsta Geechi
Remember, you that
But after all this gangsta shit
You claim you do
How the fuck you got time to remember a rap?
If the chicken right
He'll get his whole family packed
Send a sweet nigga off his style
With a casket candy wrapped
Break both his legs
Let's see if he'll dance for that
They'll wheelchair him and get whoever
Else hand he capped (handicapped)
Yeah, before I knew about a Smack
I was livin' what I wrote
I'm talkin' 'movin' out Smack
I was gettin' it off a boat
90% of these battle niggas is broke
I commend Smack for givin' niggas some hope
Wait a minute i damn near haven't snapped on
This nigga the whole battle well pardon me
You got a Caffeine logo hairline
Iverson rookie braids and
Little dolphin teeth i hate you Geechi
Seven streams of revenue you'll
Be a millionaire
Let's see if doin' 20 battles a
Year will get you there