URLtv, Eazy The Block Captain, Tay Roc, Swamp, Geechi Gotti - Tay Roc & Eazy The Block Captain vs. Geechi Gotti & Swamp lyrics

Supposed to be known for usin' tools and shit
Y'all got a gun on you?
You better use that shit
Cause, I think you niggas koont nunt
You known for bein' a Duke
Shooter like JJ Redick
Ya last shit was suspect as hell
We had to bare
(Bear) with a battle of a Dickhead versus-
All you niggas is queerdos
Both of y'all some faggots for sure
Every battle Eazy say how he had to
Hide the crack from the cops
I'ma keep it a bean
You don't think it's fucked up
You're partnered with the
Gun Bar King who never got his gun out?
She bought him an Eagles fit
It wasn't a throwback it was a New J-
See they fucked, but that was back then
I know it play wit' yo' mind


Every time that you think Du
Fuckin' Twork askin' him do he got
A condom and he scream
Yo' name Eazy The Block Captain

That bullshit y'all rap about?
Y'all not wit' that
I remember havin' an AK 'til 12 pulled me
Over and I got knocked wit' that
But it was in my grandma name
So I had to return it
I was smiling harder than DNA when
I got my chopper back
This ain't a battle rap gun
This a Glock shawty
One shot'll have us celebrating Eazy death
Now it's a Block party
Yo' bitch fuck wit' any nigga that's lit
Yo' bitch fuck off cause you let her
And you ain't got no damn heart
Yo' bitch a man just like you so
Y'all play the same damn part
Before we know it
Y'all gon' be takin' vacations
With Rita and Anwar
Cause he fuck wit' that crackhead
That bitch look like she could sniff
Coke by the can boy
Stare at her nose you can
Still see the snow fall (Snowfall)
I'm confused, how's he comfortable gettin'
Skully from that man, boy (Manboy)?
My nigga Geechi came through
In the clutch now
From Compton to Carolina it's all
Love when we touch down
Askin' how this shit gon' work
I forgot my ratchet
You've been givin' me bitch vibes
The Captain became a star i asked for Geechi
If I was starvin' i made street decisions
Naw, Swamp gon' be the victim ya man movin'?
It shattered and I fell bllllllllllt
Give out seven to our favorites
If you purchased from me
You'll get it perfect from me
You so fuckin' tough
Now he happy I got Roc (k) on the table
Y'all 'bout to be speakin' from only
The views that the dead could
The bayonet will poke a nose (Poconos)

Only you two muhfuckas gon die-
Until I gun butt 'em, scramble his eggs
'til I stand over Eazy
You better watch what you say Block
I done seen niggas get cool wit' niggas they
Beef wit' when they in jail wit' 'em
Pull up to Philly and Baltimore and
We ain't playin' wit' 'em neither
One shot'll go through Eazy to Roc
We the same niggas in real life
That we is on the internet
But, if I did I wouldn't be scared of it
Pussy! Pussy!
You'se a fuckin' joke, let a hundred go
Can't see the real in his eyes
This pussy ass nigga's ya partner?
He's the fall guy, cops come
Buck 50, cut his throat
Headshot, have his mind clear
(Moncler) like a bubble coat
We don't even give ops no options
I'ma rob him after this cousin
Whatchu thought?
Plus I gotta get some green outta Swamp
I'm a real hustler i got Swamp grill covered
I'll drop Geechi in Maryland
Miss the vein, become a crime scene
Nigga, you smoke cigs, I chain smoke
Two airplane connects
Let's talk about all that thorough shit
You want me to believe
And let's talk about why
You thought we couldn't
See you when you stood behind that tree
Nigga you already lost in this bitch
That nigga Squeako whooped ya ass and
Then they vaulted ya shit four violations
Nigga you out here sellin' these
Niggas a bad dream
But, I ain't gonna dress it up for Caffeine
We ain't supposed to be around felons so
Technically we violating doing this tag team
I'ma call you "pussy" cause it sound better
Blessings king

These guns useless
But, I am the Gun Bar King stupid
Big Cig', he gon' feel it 'In The Air'
Like that song with Beanie
Y'all heard what that clique said?
Imagine them niggas practicing last night in
They hotel room and they like
"Nah Roc you gotta spin
Around on that dickhead"
Faggots! Faggots! Faggots!
No Frankie Lymon I never played the fool
I think you pussy cause
You didn't get robbed, you gave 'em too 'em
Cause, I wanna know
How did you try to clown O'fficial when you
In love with that old smoker body bitch

No Frankie Lyman I never played the fool
These mothafuckas think you pussy cause you
Got robbed for ya chains
I think you pussy cause you didn't get
Robbed you gave it to 'em
Them mothafuckas said you had them
From around ya neck
Long before they even crossed the street
And made it to you
No gun! Nigga threatened you
With a right hook
Even though he was a south paw
You went from gettin' robbed
By Troy Mitchell
To gettin' robbed by Troy Outlaw
You a fraud nigga
Only gangsta on drugs and hard liquor
I'm finna put money on you nigga's head-
How? When they took yo'
License and debit card
Nigga we had blue tops for
Sale and the red ones
Trapped like an apocalypse
Sit back and watch the living dead come
Sittin' in the trap like, "Damn
We gotta get rid of everything
Outta the last O"
Bricks and blocks from Cuba
I was whippin' the pot befo' Castro
Eazy, listen, you said it right yesterday
I'm glad you made it
But, you battled QP eight years ago
Nobody happy 'bout the six years
Seeing you finally graduated

But against Gotti you gotta be chest shot
Give 'em something that's heartfelt
Like an apology i'm tryin' to see
Should I let the 9 blast or let the K pop?
You on teams with a nigga that
Let Brizz get his face socked
Hopped on cameras he's quick to namedrop
In the middle of the mall
Where his chains copped
How the fuck we believe he a drug dealer but
You couldn't tell you was with a fake Roc
(k) aye Block, you ain't see how hard he
Fell when the wreck on?
See I could tell he only got a couple
More battles before them battle
Rap checks gone
That nigga's stock dropped the
Nigga Cal's pop ran and he ain't deck holmes
You should've came here wearin' Teflon
You used to be dope but you lost your value
The moment we seen you get stepped on
Take a picture, cause this how a lame look
The face of a nigga that get his chains took
And do nothin' 'bout it
But get up here do this
Screamin' and fuckin shoutin'
Call himself the Gun Bar King
But y'all punks allow it
But really they be clownin'
Behind closed doors, everything you do Tay
Yeah, they don't say it to
Your face but behind the
Walls all the vets think you a fruit Tay
But we told you that they don't fuck
Witchu but you don't wanna hear 'em
That nigga Surf ain't really yo'
Friend he knew them
Chains was fake and he let you wear 'em
How dare him?!
Try to say they from the Brotherhood
Every event LA, cuz from 60's
How come you never been to yo' brother hood?
Let's get this understood
He don't fuck witchu
Ask me about Roc, he say he be sonnin' him
Cuz will drop out ten albums
Ain't put you on one of 'em
That's cause you a bum to him
Hangin' with him can hurt his image
It really cost him
Imagine, that nigga pullin' off the lot
Yo' whips comin' from an auction
Just think about it, "Surf invites you to an
Industry party full of
Bad bitches and Cuz show up with-"
Oh, now y'all about to fight

Eagle over Swamp
It's tryin' to grab prey out the water
Every bone snappin' through Swamp
Like a crocodile
I will serve ya ass a fake brick
That's a Nutty Blocc
Just wrap it in a bundle and say like
"Here's props" i'm on my fourth spot
I was like Martin hidin' that
White girl in that apartment
They gave this nigga Marcus
E? How we all high in front of the Captain
You ever heard of Diamond Dallas Page
(Paige)? Find out who ya enemies is
And collab and shit
Bring my podcast equipment to LA
And change the sets
As far as Swamp I'll ring ya neck
Geechi, this gon' be a greasy movie
Rest in peace, they gon' sing at your church
Nigga, you know the difference
Between me and you? It ain't hard
It ain't real if I don't stamp it
It's a lesson in every-
GUN BAR! You think you niggas slick? We
Gon' get 'em hit one of you niggas slip
You don't know how real shit can get
Then don't get in the mix
My niggas trip, ring out the mop
You'll get hit with sticks
Got the beam sittin' on the
Sweeper like the Wicked Witch

Eazy whispering to Tay Roc
Eazy: That was supposed to bethat was
Supposed to be after the bar
Roc: My bad bro my bad my bad

I'll up this chop' this K'll raise
Something flash and strike through
G like Gatorade you ain't hear me right
End up shot cause we ain't here to fight
Your funeral is cheap
Your soul went on a Spirit Flight

It's a lesson in every bar detox body shit
Wrist hurtin', gave me body aches
Baggin' up all night
To silhouettes still on the couch
From a body shake
But it was worth the mission
White boys sold me new biscuit's to
The box for them perc decisions
Got the pastor on the side
Shit we even got the church's chicken
Closed casket was the arrangement nigga
It's Guns & Gutta, you already know
Another payment nigga