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

They told me not to talk about
You auditioning for Chris Stokes
And I agree like, "Fuck it"
What's the use of even bringin' it up
He just gon' dance around the subject
Since a kid I was thuggin'
Gang bangin' and hustlin' servin' fiends
See them the only moves I'm bustin'
While you was pop lockin', I'm Glock poppin'
Catch my enemies slippin', and let
It smoke in his whip, no hot boxin'
I'm not stoppin'
I don't give a fuck how good he write
I ain't a pen pal, wit' me
Everything is straight to the point
Like an in bound i've been down
So what you gon' tell me 'bout the streets?
When I'm around this shit get sliced
With a rusty blade
So the buck feel funny, it's a counterfeit
Keep me from around this bitch
'fore I steal somethin', the steel dumpin'
Now watch money get low
Like the bills comin' i'm still gunnin'
Stuffin' bullets in the clip
That's how I learned how to count
I don't just spark blunts
I'ma keep lightin' J up like
The joint goin' out cuz know what I'm about
I'm on his block with the snub
Yeah the big toolie
I walk by and turn the nose up at him
This bitch bougie
Look foolie, I got plenty guns
I'm steady liftin' a different bitch up
I don't down grade her
Retire at the 40, then I
Put the nine to work
Nigga that's child labor
Nigga you? The crowd favorite
That's prolly Cool J but you comin' off
Two L's and that ain't cool J
See, where the tools spray
Ya last battle? That nigga Twork had
You lookin' like a whole bitch
Get ya throat slit
Til he talkin' out the side of his
Neck like he don't know shit
Look, I'm strapped
Don't have me make a fuckin' scene
Two ratchets, JC will get the big one
Nigga take one for the team
Nigga, fuck a nigga mean?
You a lil' dude, a pipsqueak
They gon' think you had a growth spurt
How fast he go from this size to six feet
This bitch weak
You gon' shoot who? Blast what?
Nigga don't lie about them guns you carry
Cause I been in yo' city
All the goons said this nerd is scary
It ain't never been a witness to JC pop
But the Virgin Mary nigga you'se a bitch
I'll slaughter you bro pistol to the chin
You'll get a ratchet raised under your
Roof like your daughter a hoe hold up
Ain't you supposed to be a Vice Lord?
Why don't you never say it? What?
You scared to rep it?
Niggas know where I'm from and
I ain't playin' or frontin'
Twin Glocks, both arms together, BAOW
(bow) to the Lord like
I'm prayin' for somethin'
I'm sayin' he bluffin', my gun stay ringin'
It's a like a trap phone
Spine shot, sit him down
He won't even be able to
Stand up for his self, he need a backbone
I'm back on y'all remember I told Glue'
I'll snap and put the pound to
His chest like a jail song?
Well I'm off that, gauge wit' me
12 gun this nigga down like he
Reach for a cell phone
What the hell wrong with all these
Niggas lyin' in they raps? JC that's a sin
Plus when we saw you on this card
We was like, "What the fuck
This shit again?" nigga this is SMACK, most
These niggas is felons
They tired of the pen
This a New Era, no cap
You ain't fitted for this type of drama
Brought all type of toys for the kid
Like when a nigga really like ya mama
Speakin' of a mama, if she would've loved
You more than she loved that dick
You prolly could've been a better kid
But, I had to buy her the
PayPerView so she can see
Me givin' you the ass whoopin'
That she never did
I'm disrespectful, nigga word to my neck tats
Ya mom was toppin' me, then I
Let it go over head
Nah she ain't catch that bet that
Yeah, all that lyin' in ya raps
That ain't never been straight Sandusky
I believe you a fuck boy, from what ya pen
(Penn) States you been fake
JC an impostor
Get this nigga stuffed with fat shells
I'm talkin' rigatoni, go get ya homie
Let it ring on you then let a Lil' Mo
Sing at y'all like Put It On Me
Where yo' chick? I should've beat the
Breaks off that dirty bitch
I could've over hand her or under armed her
(Under Armor) like Curry kicks
Grab the strap, then let the 30 spit
Just to have a round ender
On some Jersey shit
And when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes
It's yo turn nigga
See if you can make 'em believe them lies
Nigga time

If it ain't, Goin' Away Party Geechi
Geechi Geechi yaya boy it's about time we met
I was actually hopin' to catch you
Before you did that timely stretch
Cause, I was watchin' a few of yo' battles
Ya shit's respected
Hear you was sittin' down for a minute so
I clocked it at literally 60 seconds
How the fuck did you get out so quick?
None of my business? We all know
It's more to that plot
Either that or the nigga
Meek Mills should've just
Fuckin' hired the lawyer you got nigga
But, I'm not even here for that
I'm here to show y'all
The difference between puttin'
Paper on the present and the gift to (w) rap
So let's set him straight
Clean gun, no body count
So I plan to make one wit' the piece (peace)
Pre-meditate, the weapon raised
Then soul's follow
Mo' hollows equals Heaven's Gate
We tracked y'all now
Then the choppers crashed the scene
I'm talkin' Black Hawk Down
Bitch it's a lot different
When the plot thicken
This time everything in the pot mixin'
Why book this shit, it's ugly
Ray Charles wouldn't have took this risk
(wrist) but, you the guy for it
All for the live story we know ya type
It's in a lot of movies like
That Sam Jackson boxing movie
Y'all remember, promotin' hope and hype
But enough wit' it
I'm here now so you stuck wit' it
Niggas follow they heart til a buck hit it
Then uplift it, I'm talkin' up wit' it
Type of shit you niggas
Wouldn't even trust physics i've seen it
But unfortunately you dealin' wit'
The livest type all kinds of hype
Known to bubble off the arm
Like a spider bite
Nigga these nine minutes 'bout to
Be worse than dyin' physical
The lies you givin' me about how
The west coast so different
And me tellin' you it's the same
On both sides is literally
The only thing that separate us
Is a line of symmetry
I think you should battle Math
Next to understand that
Cause that's where they deprived you mentally
Meanwhile you lay flat, and caskets
Prepared two days flat
I got an Amazon Prime delivery
Nigga enough wit' that
You not a can' sprayer
Rumble pack, you a hand shaker
Nigga the shit I do with my pen
Is done in such an elegant way
It's too much to ever replace
That's why I'm settin' him straight
I'm changin' everything
Like the moment you found
Out wrestlin' was fake
So don't sit up here and
Real nigga me to death
That shit not amusing to me
The longer your rap sheet is
The worse you niggas
Are at what you do in the streets
Now that shit, gotta be fuckin' stressful
They takin' real nigga shit, to another level
Jail means fail
They are takin' pride in being unsuccessful
But, I'm sayin'
"We squeezin'" that's not a scare tactic
We show up to the funeral, even air caskets
A pair will shoot
(parachute) when the box drop bitch
That's a care package
It's body bags at every battle
Make sure your homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet
Cause this is only round one yak Town

I really don't think that Lux
Battle is happenin' still
You been on Born Legacy befo'
Against Chess and Trez
You was snappin' for real
Then you got Nitty
And we thought you was supposed
To get loaded off Rum
Instead it was alcohol poisonin'
Because you got ill
Nigga what the fuck is you doin' chasin' Lux?
See that's how I know that battle
For you is highly important baow, pop, pop
Baowsee niggas lookin' surprised
At the moment
Figured I'd keep givin' him shots since
He tryin' to get Loaded
I'm ridin' and rollin'
Bitch I'm multitaskin' nina wit' me
I'll dump this bitch like
The homie smashed it i know I'm gassin'
Whatchu gon' say? How Gotti got bundles?
Fo' sho' then if ya bitch needs some hair
Nigga you know when to go then
Cause if I put somethin' in her head
It'll be doc stitchin' her top
It's not a sew in i'm 'bout to go in
Cause, I heard you a full time father
Nah, give it up fo' that
For real cause you know, that's amazin'
I know lil' man love how
You be cookin' them dinners
And got him sayin' his graces
Til that nine drop you in front of him
You should've saw his face when
That was the first time that nigga saw a meal
(mil) but his daddy didn't make it
Nigga face it
There was a gang of niggas I could've killed
I turned them down so you could
Get this coffin from me
You know how many plates I passed up
Like I ain't have offering money?
What you offerin' for me? The respect factor?
I'll shoot you then smack you
That's the long nose with the pause X-Factor
Speakin' of X-Factor
You and that nigga losin'
I'll let it spray and spread JC blood
Amongst everybody we have a communion
Fuck is you doin'?
You be holdin' your hand like
This wit them gun bars
Actin' like his thing be blazin'
Pssst, you get a shortcut for
All that finger wavin' you a keyboard thug
You be talkin' tough on computers
You ain't really in the streets
I'm out the gutter like a sewer
Nigga the gangland
We don't even run from the shots
We grab Glocks and start
Runnin' towards the shooter
Nigga you should not say nothin' out ya mouth
You don't mean cause that's not wise
I'm the type to stick a gun in it
Bet it's hard to swallow the biscuit
I got it from Popeyes
I done really shot guys, I don't give a
Fuck if you was wit' ya kid
I'm domin' ya both
Baow, baow, see that shit was regular
Had to take the seeds out
Before you get smoked bro you joke, all that
Bullshit when you rappin'
I'ma make it look average here
We all know you a pussy and you
Bitch up when there's a savage near
I'm up close and personal
Nigga I know you scared goddamn it's clear
Gun up on him and I ain't puttin'
The heat down until he admit's fear
(atmosphere)
Nigga my temperature risin', I had to
Saw the shotgun, you know, miniaturize it
Let it ring on it, I'm committed to violence
Don't come to my hood without gettin' invited
Baow, niggas wonder how JC popped up
Nigga I ain't into surprises
Niggas was lyin', talkin' 'bout
"You gotta be careful wit' JC
That nigga very strategic
I bet he been sittin' on
Rounds" Like a paraplegic
You better believe it
Put the gun over the top
Got him lookin' up to pops like this parents
Nigga, y'all compare him to
Jesus? Nigga not me
Y'all can put him in y'all top five whatever
I never will
Cause he was dancin' for a fuckin' bitch
Tryin' to get a fuckin' deal
I refuse to judge a fag Uncle Phil
I'm dumpin' steel, silencer on it
He won't even know that he been shotquiet
Enough to hear the pin drop
I been hot, who booked this shit?
Nigga you ain't fuckin' wit' me
On my granny that's facts
They gon' say the Crip 2 on 1
That's a handicap match
Nigga hand me- matter fact
Tech 9, you pussy, fuck respect
I don't need a recap
I only go over my rounds with my gun connect
Yo SMACK, you set it, I'm finna blam on him
Cause, I ain't fuck wit' Tech 9 since
The last one jammed on me
And when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes it's yo' turn
See if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga time

It's not easy bein' this sick
Daily I gotta fight the symptoms
Ignore what they prescribed to give him
Still manage to be out and about
(in a bout) like a Tyson victim
It's not easy to be me
But that concept will prolly
Never reach nigga's thoughts
Cause they believe in yo' talk
You got 'em thinkin' it's harder bein'
A criminal that keep gettin' caught
I could teach you a lot Gotti
Or you could be another
Nigga catchin' a beatin'
Behind these bars like you John Gotti
It's yo' choice, but choose wisely
Cause they know our paths not close, just to
Take the shot I had to retrace
Grab my scope the shit had distance
The sweepstakes at a half time show
Nigga big shot
It's a lot harder for y'all to
Come around gettin' that respect
Cause we come from an era when
Niggas didn't even talk on phones
Feds be findin' y'all whole
Agenda through a text
Nigga that's why I'm here
We gotta deviate from that weak supply list
We've decided
I'ma show y'all the difference
Between cheap and priceless
And this that topic
Y'all didn't think I would rap
About being levels above
These niggas? How could you
Forget that topic?
Then again, I don't expect my opponents
To think outside a box
They don't get that option
Even if they dug 'em up
They just see somethin' tough
And they know it'll paint
Better than Picasso
And leave a nigga face all over the place
Dome shot it, home visit for a known body
Chrome shotty, buck to his scalp, leave
A nigga stuck on the couch, this a home body
This is for thinkin' we had a bluff
For you to be callin' in
Thinkin' niggas just actin' like animals
Til we in this backyard again
(Backyardigans) nigga stop the drugs
What you walkin' around wit' is not a bug
Cause, I mean you on fire
But kinda like Ricky Bobby was
Now I know y'all hear that and think, "Damn
That's harsh"
But remember, my brand is marked
"undeniable" i put the 'Yac on screen
More than Shannon Sharpe
I'm not tryin' to dismiss ya effort cause
That lil' shit you kick is clever
But, it's ya body count
It's useless like Mellow Olympic record
Now I know niggas hear that and
Think, "It's not how you move
Right it's ya image"
Well that's somethin' I shouldn't have
To yell that often
Cause, I'm stamped like ODB
At the welfare office nigga all this
Just so you can have so
Notoriety while they YouTube it
Well bitch I bomb on animals Duke Nuke it
Double dome shot for him and his mans
I'm too ruthless now you roofless
Ooh that just mean it's a hole in his scalp
See you don't gotta fear death
'round here that shit is the only way out
And we can grant it for you
And any dirt that cover these
Bodies is damaged soil
Cause none of y'all innocent
Y'all run around here chasin' red flags
On some silly shit
Til a chest shot have you leakin'
Out all the red in you now you really Crip
You don't gotta believe that, no
You should believe that it's real trust me
There's no bodies that I leave in the field
They leakin', no defense
They all cross over when I
Reach for the steel (steal)
Now remember I said
"Money talks so a stretcher is what
I leave my victim on"
Well he on the list and I'm
Pissed and he gon' feel it
Like a kidney stone
Bad mouthin', you get a round for it
I precisely brought the stick around for it
And it's in my third round especially
Stick around for it round 2

Nigga you'se a bitch! What do you know about
Sittin' in cells? Prayin'
That you can get that time back
Niggas out there gamblin' wit' they life
Shootin' dice on the same corner
Where niggas died at
Where I'm at? Niggas get arrested mo'
Then they get they kids
Every battle I tell y'all
Most these niggas die befo' they get to live
See I ain't just always wanna be no gangsta
I was just another lost nigga
But, if my Cal' Loaded
You gon' get this work and end up on a shirt
I'ma give him the large picture
This nigga JC ain't no gangsta
He just another soft nigga
Now the first time my nigga got hit up
He wasn't even strapped
They stapled him from his belly button
All the way to his nipple
See they gave my nigga a zipper
Had him lookin' like a human
Suitcase that's a fact but, it's crazy
Cause that nigga started packin'
Every day after that
It's deeper than rap, I'm from a messy hood
It's no respect even at a funeral
We will get to clappin' in the
Church like the message good closed casket
That's how you know that he's smoked
Show up to the service and catch a body
It ain't the Holy Ghost
You know I'm a Loc, so if this
Supposed to be my big shot
You know I'm gon' take it
This battle rappin' shit
Is just like the industry
Cause, I done seen a gang of niggas
Get one shot and don't make it bro face it
My lifestyle just like any other rapper
You just gotta listen to how it fuckin' sound
See most of my niggas got a
Bad deal or they underground
You a fuckin' clown
I don't listen to nothin' this fruit say
I've been to all funerals, no weddings
Only time niggas through flowers over a body
They wasn't tossin' a bouquet
It's not a love story
We used to really pull kick doors
See I know the streets glad that we stopped
One time this nigga was sellin' weight
Then we ran in this spot
On the way out, I noticed that nigga mama
I'm like, "Fuck it cuz
We outta here look at all
The cash that we got"
But my nigga said, "Nah ain't no witnesses"
Code word: Single Parent Household
(The fuck that mean?) mom had to be pop'd
I was young and thuggin'
Lil' nigga was bad as fuck when I got shot?
I wasn't even worried 'bout death
I just kept thinkin'
"I know my mama finna be mad as fuck"
I was supposed to been home
Instead I was in the trap wit' them old heads
Shavin' rocks, look like Martin Lawrence
Cleanin' the cornbread this real Life
Word to Ray Gibson the K kickin'
Hit a nigga up
Got him screamin' loud boy like Dre Dennis
I used to hold the shit sideways
I wasn't feelin' it
Now it's both hands on the handle
I'm double dribblin'
Nigga this a gangsta vs a pen
A lot of niggas went through this
The only niggas glorifyin' the pen
Ain't never been through shit
My family thought I could've been
A doctor or a lawyer
I just never had those dreams
My granny think I'm in school
For computers right now
Told her I've been learnin'
'bout MACs and keys
I'm 'bout that action please, head shot
Leave him leakin' wit' the fat face
His brain died before the rest of the body
His legs was still jumpin' in the
Back like a sack race
I'm past straight, you can try and hate it
Grab the banana and peel on
His head like he violated
Nigga I'm 'bout that damn action
The cans blastin'
I done dropped mo' "muhfuckas"
Than Sam Jackson
Now look, there's gang bangin' and battle rap
This shit done showed way mo'
Love than hatin' to me
Cause, I ain't even blood but all
These niggas relatin' to me
All I talk is street shit
What can lil' man teach me?
We in the south, this Carolina
They should've told you
Only a real nigga can understand Geechee
(Geechi) and when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in his eyes
Go 'head see if you can
Make niggas believe them lies nigga time

Every single body I present
Is always put on a big display
That's cause I bring fear to the scene
As clear as it seems
Tekken ain't the only one leavin' lion
Bears in the ring cause I'm here
And I bare arms
Whole new meaning to "open chest"
You gon' need emergency docs
To close the rest
He was on the couch, leakin'
Like an Oprah guest
I hear the shit y'all come up wit'
Half of y'all had teachers
That was bad reachers
And I'm supposed to just let that shit Cruise
No nigga, y'all Jack Reachers and I
Know what y'all used to
But these different stakes
You can lose the whole arm for the risk
(wrist) you take we tie up loose ends
We don't leave niggas bleedin'
Y'all niggas would rather ignore it
But that same nigga you leave leakin' tell
And that's an informant
Somethin' you niggas is like in
One way or another
This whole new generation just
Vastly records shit
Well you slave to make it to the house nigga
And we gon' need that master performance
Make us not forget you
Yeah, unless it's Gatorade you don't
Got it in you bitch I'm monumental
And it's too late in the game
To be lettin' 'Pac convince you
You will stick yo' neck out for
Yo' niggas? I know Gotti
And that's exactly the way that we hold Gotti
By the neck
With a chain bigger than Yo Gotti
Third round
Do not use this portion to bore me
Cause, I hit everything
Lettin' 'em all torch for the glory
I could've bombed on him in the first round
First person shooter
But, you know it's always more to the story
I had to send a body part home for ransom
I know you get the scoop
Just one piece of the number
Like prison suit's
I need everything, but them quick excuses
See this might sound a bit confusin'
But, I'm just here to change the game
Bitch I'm sick of losin'
Hammer bang and you can't go against the
See they prolly think
"This a class full of gifted students
So let's just be real" i'm goin' fishin'
Y'all in different schoolin' i'm shootin'
Through the trenches Columbine and I
Won't miss a student
I heard they got kilos and money trees
Well take it all
Reach for the bricks like Debo in front of me
And trust me, i don't care how far out
You stick yo' arms out
These arms say yours not as big
Cock the Sig', paint his scalp, six 9's
(69) , give him a Tekashi wig
And put him a plot
Big enough so all his homies
Can be layin' wit' him
Why so blue? I guess it is all about
Them colors til you painted in 'em
And I guess you think these niggas
Gon' miss you when you gone
You was the meal ticket
They only love you in the streets
That same love won't even
Translate into jail visit's
I asked them niggas if that's somethin' foul
I take it you an independent artist, right?
You should already know it's not
The same when you underground
So test the odds Gotti
And you will learn fast how
Much you not Gotti
Bitch I didn't have to be this cold
But, I work like an Android
What I write could make a Galaxy explode
Bitch I bleed for this
Top ten: I exceed the list
Denzel couldn't stick up a hospital to get
The heart you need for this
I end all his shit, get him touched in time
Then my brother's ride
He talkin' out the side of his neck
He get the 21 like Adele
BAOW, now say that shit from the Other Side
Geechi, it is over with
Overdose from the dopest pen and y'all
Know I wrote the shit
Cause everything turns into a eulogy
My condolences