URLtv, T-Top, Geechi Gotti - T-Top vs. Geechi Gotti lyrics

Ain't you supposed to be on strike?
Heard you was mad at URL cause
They wasn't payin' you right
But instead you up here rappin'
So there's only one thing I
Gotta say here tonight nigga you's a bitch
Enough witcha fake ass
This ratchet gettin' dumped over the
Head like her face trashed
The face mask, and some gloves on
You know I'm not finna play
Put the gun in ya mouth now remember
If you choke Smack dockin' ya pay
Yo Top where you stay?
I'll show up to ya spot with the damn work
Y'all will see T get tied up in
The front like a fag searched him
The Mag burst a full clip, no bullshit
Bitch I ain't stutter

A round cover ya top like The Chronic cover
Now y'all cover ya eyes
If you don't wanna see the boy T be clapped
Back shot
His disc skippin' like a CD scratch
Nigga we be strapped
With all kinda different Glocks
Catch you laid up wit' ya bitch
You and her gettin' shot
Soon as the trigger pop, they gon' find her
Laid back with a head in her lap
Look like she gettin' top
Now look, I just got rid of a Shotgun
Now a nigga owe me a pump
You sittin' here lookin'
Cause you just try to show me you tough
Baow, knock ya stomach over there
Nigga go witcha gut what the fuck?
Y'all got me battlin' this nigga
He a shell of himself
Close range, shootin' with the
Arm over the nose
Look like I'm smellin' myself
Nigga self made, ask around
They'll tell you

"GottI don't care he trippin'"
Head shot will turn Bizzy The
Bear into Bizzy barely livin'
I live what I rap
Baow, they know I love them guns sounds
That's how I know that he clapped
The homies like, "Chill
Gotti you makin' way too much noise wit'
The strap put a silencer on it"
Nigga for what? After he dead he get
A whole fuckin' moment for that
Nigga who got ya back?
DNA? K? Tell me what Shine 'bout
He get a leg shot, Smith fuckin' up Cavs
(calves) like JR ain't call that timeout
The nine out, I'ma bust mines then
So much blood on cuz, all you gon'
See is Rain covering Shine like
"I'ma just tuck mines in"
Nigga, that shit you did to
R Streetz was wack
That's when I knew you was weak
Typical sucker, got him a lil' money then he
Turned his back on the Streetz
But see I fuck with R Streetz
So to me that shit was gay

Cause, I remember that shit
You was walkin' around that whole event like
"Buy my mixtape king" on Nutty
All of a sudden you got on stage
And you ain't got shit to say?
Well bitch let's play
I'll put this T in a box
Like it's Desiigner or some shit
Then show up to your funeral like
"Aye Carolina in this bitch?!"
No! If Top get a round then Top get a round
Head shot, hospital gown
He paralyzed so now wheelchair is the
Only way Top get around (a round)
On the block I was found
Now I'm the hottest in this shit
You can ask the people to vote
I got the hood shit on lock
From the street shit I quote
I heard you brought yo' mama
To this battleshe must be

Proud to see you go to war with the Loc
Crackhead bitch only showed up cause she
Heard your opponent was dope bro you a joke
Ever since UFF, you been losin' it Top
You went from Surf all the way to me
That ought to tell you somethin'
About you and your stock
Nigga you really flopped
See you supposed to be
Battlin' niggas like Tay, nigga not me
But, you been on that losin' streak
I think he deserve to get that focused Top
Plus you might wanna spar wit'
Ya mama befo' that one
She can give you plenty
Tips about smokin' Roc (k) yo bro just stop
The fo' fo' black Barack Obama
I heard you got a baby on the
Waythat's gonna bring all types of problems
Soon as she poke her head out
I'm airing her head out

She gettin' smacked with a lot of shots
The good news, you ain't gotta buy a casket
You can just stick that bitch
Back in her mama box i lot of shots
Soon as we stop Top, he got God
Blaow, it'll be mo' blood on T
(ee) than Rickey shirt when he got shot
The Glock hot, Top get twisted
Oh he the dread head
The coroner's lookin' at the body like
"Ha ha that nigga DEAD dead"
And all these niggas, rockin'
This Yak Man shit
Thinkin' that that curse shit a joke
Rockin' a cigarillo brand and wonder
Why y'all keep gettin' smoke
Now look, Yak, just provide me the figures
It's only right if Al Kapone
(Capone) fuck wit' a Mafia nigga
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

I said yo you right bro
When I heard Smack made 25 bitch
It was one of my worst nights brizz said
"Top I got my machete I'm
On the first flight"
Now I know why Nu Jerzey Twork had
To go and steal a purse twice
Found out what Tay Roc was makin' and not
Know why he use the word "light"
Beasley said, "Top this is
The world's most respected
But this is not the way you earn stripes"
I told him, "Nigga
Ante up befo' you find out a purge like"
Y'all see me front page of the paper
Some of my niggas still have to serve life
So I could give a fuck about URL
I'm tryin' to avoid my third strike
Nigga, you heard right
Free my niggas in the halfway house
That mean they half way in
But they half way out
I remember cribs, we was makin' blaze out
I wanted an ounce but seein'
How a hand plays out

I make you do it or find
Out what my stab game 'bout
I made him turn himself in
Like his last day out
Bitch, speakin' of last day out
You said in January
You was goin' to prison for a year
We was countin' too
I guess he got a five minute sentence
Then got out in two
Y'all Locs really be pullin' strings
Huh? Well why y'all gotta keep
Us out the loop?
It seem like every time a Crip go to
Jail they come straight homeout the blue
First it was the blogs, like, "Yo
I'm 'bout to battle for my life"
Then his jail sentence went bye
Faster than my strike ain't that a bitch?
For that reason
We can never sell bricks with each other
If you can't sit and do ya time
Nigga we can't even sit with each other
Nigga, it make sense why him and
Tsu Surf dissin' each other
Niggas prolly wanna battle so they
Can snitch on each other

And that ain't the type of
Bullshit that we let slide
If you ain't snitchin' than let me see ya PSI
And PS, I, ain't met a group of solid
Crips since the GS9
So even though he ain't do his time
And as funny as it looks
I was the one who offered to
Put money on ya books don't forget it
I know this a battle so don't admit it
Cause bitch niggas like you
Worry about ya image
Like when he did his Gangland show
We wanted to see where them pistols at
Nigga scrap that
At least let us know how they pitchin' packs
But Geechi bitch ass was the tour guide
Picture that i nigga from the Mafia turnin'
Into the biggest rat aye, he said
"This alley right here cuz is where
We fuck the bitches at
Right here by the is where
We do our Crippin' at

Last week at the dice game we
Blew a nigga's biscuit back-" snitchin' ass
You let 'em mic you up
Like the shit was SMACK
Then you had them niggas behind you like
"Cuz spittin' facts" shit was sad
If we was the Nuttys we would've whipped
Ya ass and took ya flag
That's how I know he was a decoy walkin'
Cause if he was really puttin' in work
They would've had his face blacked out
With the deep voice talkin'
We've seen those often, it
Would've went like
"Yo this Bae Loc i was the man in '09
Big trapper
Everything from grams to whole pies
My bundles? Came with a stamp on both sides"
But they showed ya face cause you was
Talkin' 'bout hair the whole time
Bro, you really sell hair weave bro?
Aight, I guess it's all a grind
But tryin' to take yo' talent to prison
Boy you done lost yo' mind he said
"Listen up everybody i ain't gon'
Take up all ya time

But, you can get the Pusha T's the Iverson's
I do all designs"
A nigga yelled out from his cell
"I like stars in mine" he said, "Come
Fall in line you know we
Do those all the time"
And that's the reason Gotti
Shouldn't be glorified he a bitch
I seen more man in his daughter eyes
You saw them guys, what he starin' at son?
He was yellin' "Criiiiip" until
Some damage get done
My man backed out, I said, "Hand me that gun"
Next time he throw a sign up in his whip
It gon' be a handicap one
I will handicap son, this as real as it get
Expose him kissin' a pop like Gilly Da Kid
I hope I get the same thing
They gave Bill for the shit (Why?)
Cause, I can do a 3 to 10 just for peelin'
(pillin') a bitch i'm really convinced
When we found out Twork was fuckin' Coffee
Brown in Vegas you were salty
I mean, you ain't say no hatin' shit
But ya face did all the talkin'
Twork said soon as he fell asleep that
Bitch ate it on a softy

I said, "Nigga we watched DNA fold ya
(Folgers) " he said, "yeah
The best part was wakin' up to Coffee"
The best part of waking up
Is Coffee in yo' cup
Aye, I'm just shakin' up his coffin to
Make sure he don't sleep right
I break his hand to pieces
The nigga can't even peace right
Chopper on me
Geechi Gotti better learn to weave right
Or his head tapped like he ain't
Do a bitch weave right concrete nigga!

You gonna talk some gang shit to me?
Like you really ridin' or somethin'
"Geechi should've blurred his face
Out" only niggas
Doin' that must be hidin' from somethin'
He said I need to have home games to win
Stop it clown until Smack throw
An event in my hood
All my battles is out of town
I'm from Compton
I don't feel comfortable unless
The Glock around
Cause the same niggas that'll lift you up
Will turn around an knock you down
Let's get down to the truth
Cause the moment you joined NWX
Brizz joined Cave Gang and you
Was mad about that
So pretendin' that you not is
What we not gon' do
You and cuz came in together
You was like damn Brizz

You was mad, why he could not go witchu
It instantly reminded you of
The relationship witcha mother
Cause now another person that
You love chose Roc (k) over you
You a fuck boy Top, let the truth be told
Any nigga that'll sell is moms a
Rock will prolly sell his soul
You not even a drug dealer
You just a nigga that dealt drugs befo'
Had a couple of double ups
Prolly graduated to an ounce but nothin' mo'
So all that king pen shit in ya raps
You just stuntin' wit' that
You ain't had no boats, bricks
Bundles of crack enough wit' the cap
Cause you ain't seen no real money
Til you start fuckin' wit' SMACK
Nigga, Smack made you, but you ungrateful
So they pay me to kill The Bear
Up here talkin' all this shit
That's why I don't feel The Bear
Cause if it wasn't for them niggas
Cub wouldn't be shit

Be basically showed us how to Build-A-Bear
They gave you the platform to build ya brand
But, you ungrateful
Up here actin' like, "Niggas need me"
Smack, that's exactly why you shouldn't
Have fed The Bear, them bitches greedy
You was up there on AngryFan
Soundin' straight soft
Followin' Hitman, when every time
He got booked, it was big plates
That nigga ate off (Adolf) can you not see
(Nazi) y'all in different tax brackets?
That's not the nigga you should talk through
He gassed you up
You ain't even realize all the bread
You was gonna let Holla cost (Holocaust) you
I should off you, but I know you niggas
They hoe you niggas
Got you signed to them slave deals
Worried about that 25
Get that shit out ya mind
Cause unless Smack take ya
Bitch ass to dinner
You ain't gettin' a paid meal i stay real
Now right about now I feel
Like spittin' on you

Cause you started to strike for these niggas
Now it's time to get ya casket
See which one of them will pick it
(picket) for you nigga you been disloyal
I could never shit on URL
They done did mo' fo' me than any of
These leagues since a nigga been rappin'
Especially you, you low key one of
The bummiest battle rappers
So befo' this little bit of
Money I can only imagine
He literally made you from the
Dirt like God did Adam
EVEn if you don't believe this yo' daddy
We do that's some shit we don't gotta
Go to Maury for
How come you always opening ya
Mouth sayin' some shit
Then you gotta turn around
And say "sorry" for?
You know why? Cause he disrespected Kenneka
They made ya bitch ass apologize
Then you disrespected URL
Niggas made ya bitch ass apologize
But he want y'all to believe
That nigga was sellin' dope to the fiends
Late night he had to stand on the curb
Nigga please
You can't even stand on ya word! Word up
Anything I say I can stand on it
I learned from a kid you gotta stay down
I found out every bird don't fly
Once I took the work on a Greyhound
You niggas is straight clown, fake beefin'
I should call you niggas actors
Make sure it was sealed tight enough
So a dog couldn't smell it
My only issue with a (w) rapper
You not a factor ever since 12 years old
I've been gang bangin'
I'm thankin' God I ain't gotta
Spend my life in prison
You arguin' with Smack and Beasley
Tryin' to make a deal
Nigga, in court we had to take a deal
Strikes is different
Nigga, our lives is different
I'm good anywhere
Just ask any of the street niggas I know
Answer me this, how cuz a Bear but he
Can't step foot in Chicago?
Drago, I'll put a hit on Melvin
Close range wit' the red dot
Baow, got Melvin lickin' the bald head like
You got Jodie in a headlock
Nigga the FEDS hot
So I gotta watch how I act T
They said his back against the wall
You might finna black T
Relax T, you came here to lose ya life T
Ya mama put ya face on a shirt
Now you a white tee you light T
(ea) , you a Diet Brisk, this a hired hit
Matter of fact, I'm comin'
Straight to ya do', i ain't ask you
Think TLC: code word: No Scrubs
(What that mean?)
If you see me hangin' out the passenger
Side of my best friend ride
I ain't tryin' to holla at you
The Llama splash you
When you got that gun in yo' hand you
Feelin' like you got more than power
Baow, now them shells in you fat
Boy ain't corn or flower
Them hollow tips, man I'm a real life robber
I done hit about 50 licks
You even tried to spend $100
000 amongst 50 Crips?
The 50 clip, so when I bear arms
The strap's beside his Bear arms
BAOW! BAOW! I ain't never shot it like this
Guess I'm in rare form
And when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes go 'head
It's yo' turn to dance around see
If they can believe them lies nigga time

Bro, you really gonna bring
Up Kenneka again king?
Damn, I thought you was a friend
But, I said the line in yo' hood bitch
And you ain't do nothin' then
Now I realize why your slogan
Is 'Yous a bitch"
Cause your whole side hustle is based
On how you use a bitch
Yo wifey had dreams of doin' hair nigga
She prolly went to school and shit
Then you took over the
Empire like Lucious did
Soon as that pack touched down he said
"Ooh that's it?
These lace fronts can blend in
With the roots and shit?
Oh that's too legit i know some
Bitches that could use the shit"
A Crab in a bucket huh? That's gotta
Be one of the truest myths
Cause she always knew somethin' pussy would
Stop her from makin' it baby
She just ain't realize you the risk
Who is this? I don't care if
He Nutty Blocc or Hoover Crip grape Street
Rolling or one of these lil' newer Crips
I'll tool his shit
Have him tryin' to make it to the dispatch
He know when Top roll up on
Him, it ain't a Zig Zag
Get a half moon or a stick
I don't care which (witch) craft
A revolver, hit him square in the
Stomach, he get the six pack, quick fast
I spit on yo' Crip rag ya bitch ass
Give him five out the old Eagle, the McNabb
Two options, we can lock a
(locker) room like it's gym glass
Or y'all can get ya hero
Rock like the Jim class
Aye Bay Bay, he never sayin' shit
Beretta hangin' from his head
Like he Hurricane Chris
Dawg, you really a lil' nigga
I can keep in the shadows
I done went viral more times
Than you even battled you here now
But that don't mean we eager to have you
We just know if we wanted to get stoned
In the west than we needed a statue
There's mad proof
We seen ya bandannas and tattoos
Thought about the west coast image said
"That's you" so Smack drew
Up a contract, it was that smooth
Ya stats grew
Til the day that you get ya ass chewed
Aye cause Chico gon' whisper to Beas'
"Ya man trash dude"
Beasley told Chico, "Nigga
This was Smack move"
Well congratulations, this ya graduation
Come get ya cap blew they told me
"Peel Gotti" since I already capped Tsu
(capsule) and then you let the
Christian nigga beat you
I watched them bring God into the streets
Sammy The Bull
That white boy took Gotti off the streets
Rain vegan now, I told him
"I ain't knockin' what you eat"
Long as it's 'bout chicken you still
Got me when it's beef
Do you "copy" or "capiche"? You fake Italian
Weights will bound him
Take him to the lake and drown him
Record the murder
So we can make tapes and clown him
Show the Six
God so they don't want Drake around him
He got plates around him
But he ain't never turn a half to a fo'
Or trapped on the road
You from Cali you ain't never moved
A pack through the snow
I had glass on the stove and bags on the go
Sudafed commercial
Come get a blast for ya nose
Nigga! I'm the original trap hustler
Four days straight, now that's hunger
We found a snake in LA the Black Mamba
I came here to catch me a
Body cause Smack love ya
And I owe it all to Yo Gotti
I'm Blac Youngsta aye some facts for ya
Before they start callin' for time
Whoever told you
You could beat me all of 'em lied
They got you thinkin' you a star, bitch
It's all in ya mind
Any views you get from this battle
ALL of 'em mine
But listen, I'ma let you have a million
Before this you never had a million
Barely a half a million you just been here
Blendin' in like you half-chameleon
He ain't never put packs in the ceilin'
If you did, then I'm snatchin' ya children
Like, "Aye Bae Loc
I need half of a million and bring my
Bitch at least 40 packs of Brazilian"
Concrete

You said I lost to the Christian
Crowd starts yelling "Facts!"
I took it light on A ward
I could've gave that Christian major pain
I grew up in the ghetto
Watchin' fiends shoot up like
"Lord!" I guess they was usin'
God's name in vain (vein)
You the lamest lame
Talkin' 'bout you be cookin' crack
You ain't even got a car
But, you want us to believe you whippin'
We got rocks the size of baseballs
Them crackheads will tell you
How we was pitchin' hard white? Nigga
The best dope came back
Yellow like The Simpsons this nigga trippin'
What block you get doe on? I did my research
That same block you can't go on
I know ya type in the hood
You Big Mike in The Wood
You ain't nowhere near a rider
Got him backin' up from the ratchet
"Oh, this is how we do it in North Carolina"
I'm the street supplier
I get the work off Pedro and them
The crack Spanish
Got fiends passin' out from the dope
My trap savage
I done literally seen somethin' drop every
Other day: this SMACK Madness!
The strap plastic
Face shot, leave a nigga mouth wide
I remember bein' outside shootin'
Goin' in the house, my mama be like, "Son
Be careful somebody was
Just shootin' outside"
On the outside lookin' in
You can't fall in love with this shit
Homie it's temporary
Niggas don't know each other on
A first name basis
We know each other by our hood names
Half the time we don't find out ya
Government until it's on the obituary
This shit is scary, cause soon as ya
Bag up, that's when the hate rise
I done took lives
So I know there's a nigga out
There tryin' to take mine
That's why I keep one eye focused and
The other lookin' over my shoulders: bitch
I'm Snake Eyez!
You ain't never live like this
You don't know what I had
To witness growin' up
Only thing scarier than bein'
Chased by that shooter
Bein' on trial and the witness showin' up
Nigga I'm from the Gangland
You better watch what type of
Shit you throwin' up
Cause this right here? Can have
The wrong words bein' said
Our sign language can show you the difference
From bein' deaf and bein' bad
They say I don't got enough bars from
Movie quotes and shit from reality TV
That's why the fans be mad at me i say
"I don't give a fuck these niggas makin'
Movies and TV shows on my reality"
Don't be a casualty
To the war on the streets
Cause bein' fresh to death
Got a whole new meanin' when they bury you
With what you wore on the streets
Boy, I'm a beast and you must be crazy
Cause if ya fat ass too lazy
To run when I shoot
You gon' end up a lost soul
You better wish I miss you
Like Uncle Charles or
They gon' have to meet you at the Crossroad
I'm in boss mode
Side shot feel like a kidney stone
They can't even see the Flesh
Only thing left was Bizzy Bone
What is we sayin'? No harmin' me (Harmony)
I'm forever strapped, it's no harmin' me
Ain't no harmin' me
Ask around, I done put in that good work
You make the wrong move tonight
And y'all will see T
(ee) bein' stretched like one of Suge shirts
Nigga, my hood cursed, I rap what I know
This ain't no made-up shit that I imagined
I literally seen him put 15 holes
In a nigga that was 15
So many holes they couldn't patch it
Lil' nigga didn't even have no pussy befo'
He died a virgin
First time gettin' in some box
It was a casket this shit tragic
You prolly ain't never seen what I seen
I'm close range, seen him get hit in the head
His family was low on money
Had to do a GoFundMe to
Come up with the bread
So they had that funeral 'til like
A month and a half later
Shit, most of us had forgot he was dead!
Nigga, you heard what I said?
It's crazy how niggas celebrate death
Them funerals look like a festival
T Top get a head shot, 'til he brain dead
But, I'ma keep shootin' cause mama always
Told me to finish my vegetables nigga I'm
Nigga when I went to jail I stayed silent
I never ratted on a soul
Nigga ask my bitch, even after she wash
I don't never fold
Straight up, I really live this Crippin'
My niggas put the gang over everythang
They fuck around and put the shelf under
The hood like the engine trippin'
Yeah, I wasn't always rappin', bitch
I was Loccin'
I did time at 16 for the beef, I ain't jokin'
My mama came up like, "Son
Why was you shootin'?" shit, I was open
And you was hopin'
I don't tell these niggas how you
Was callin' my phone when
You was in my city cause
You was really scared
Don't worry cuz I don't
Do personals I'd rather
Use a gun shot to kill him instead
They say, "Look, you can't find no dirt on T
Aw, Gotti, this finna be a classic!"
Nah, y'all just ain't found no dirt on
Top cause I ain't lowered his casket
And when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes
Go 'head, it's yo' turn
See if they can believe them lies nigga time

Said URL this my closing verse
Like fuck a casket throw this bastard in
The back and just close the hearse
I ain't come here to make
The crowd go berserk
I came here just to show y'all work
Now let me put it in
Dawg, we tired of hearin' 'bout ya gun crimes
I mean if Nitty the king
You gotta be the Gun Line Prince
The reason I don't do that
Back to back punchline shit
Is cause ya whole round seem wack
Soon as one line miss i dump my bricks
I done moved weight in the buildin'
You walk in
Smell like you paintin' the buildin'
But, I don't move weight in the buildin'
Next month
It's like we repaintin' the building
I ain't never heard of Geechi movin'
Shakin' the buildin'
That's why when it come to believing in you
It's just hard to do it
I mean we done watched Crips go from cookin'
Crack to cookin' up with Martha Stewart
And Harvard students, we still got to move
With the cartridge shootin'
You trip, get everything I got
It's all inclusive don't ask about T Top or
If he's sparkin' Rugers cause he'll
(hair) go right at ya head like Cardi do it
But let me guess, it's Crip Nation
We are the movement
Ain't nobody gangbang 'til we had
The heart to do it
Well what about them New York Black Spades
That was down wit' the Hunger Gang?
Them old school Vice Lords who
We know wasn't fuckin' playin'
Y'all sayin' gang bangin' started
In the west, well that's just excludin' all
The other gangs
Y'all bitch-ass niggas was just the
First ones to color bang! Another thang!
Y'all supposed to build wit' each other
Even the kids
Y'all supposed to give 'em skills to recover
But y'all the first black gang
To start killin' each other pop ya homie
Hit the funeral and chill wit' his mother
Y'all niggas suckas
The shit that he won't even admit
Like if Crips wasn't so fuckin' disloyal
Nigga Bloods wouldn't even exist
Let's keep it Crip
I'm tellin' y'all it's not what it seems
Sorry west coast but cuz sold Compton a dream
I just call 'em Crips
They don't know what Mafia mean
That's east coast shit
Plus the real Gotti from Queens
See, that's the shit that be
Havin' me so lost
A west coast Mafia Crip who go and take
The name of an east coast boss he's so soft
But, I can tell you why
They lettin' Geechi rock out
Cause Nutty Blocc ain't had a poppin' rapper
On the set since BG Knoccout
Bitch! And you let 'em call you "Baybay Loc"?
Aight, I see you took this all the way
I bet you wish you could change yo'
Name and wash it all away
I be confused wit'cha niggas
Ain't tryin' to call ya gay
But, it's a man on the phone
Every time that nigga's callin' "Bay"
That's all I'm sayin', I ain't playin'
I came to hurt guys jakkboys and Rydas
My Goonies ain't none of Twork guys
I don't just hit 'em wit' the car
I reverse mine
And shoot Bae down wit' the tips
I'm the worst kind
The next thing you know your family
Up in the church line
Mama cryin' callin' ya homie like
"What's ya shirt size?"
That's what gon' happen you try to
Run up wit' my work slime
Caught a hurt Shine

We gon' make it rain in southern
California for the first time! Why? Cause
I keep the ratchet 'cross the
Hall like Shenaynay crib
I keep twistin' his cap on some Ray J shit
Kick in the door, baow, put one in Baybay wig
And then I'll make a movie out of Baybay kids
(Bebe's Kids)!
I caught him right in his hood
While he was warring for his stripes
You know regular Cali shit
I caught him at the light
Pow! Pow! Left a nigga pourin' out a pint
If he survive
His doctor get performance of the night
I went to LA wit' a shotti
I mean a shotti shotti
With one reason, just to catch me a body
I mean a body body they said
"Top how close you is to his
Crib?" I'm in the lobby lobby
With six 9's to produce me a hit
I came for Gotti Gotti
Nigga! You copy, copy? I roll wit' a pumper
A hole in his Chuckers will leave
Him with a swollen concussion twist his cap
Peel his lid like I'm openin' mustard
Then blow his brains through his mouth
That's an open discussion
The doctor pick up the cover like
"Oh it's disgustin'"
She ain't seen a Cali nigga's brains
Get blown out since Poetic Justice
There's no way in hell you can fuck wit' me
I'm like takin' a kid to the bank
I'm sucka free bitch, and I buck it
(bucket) under ya roof, I sprung a leak
I'll spray then cover the smell
Who cut the cheese i'll fuckin' squeeze
Then start dumpin' at his men
He'll Crip on stage
But he a Blood at the event
Tsu Surf said, "Fuck you"
You gets nothin' after this
Just tell him the Bear killed him
(Hunting accident) concrete nigga