K-shine Vs. Geechi Gotti Lyrics - Urltv

[Round 1: Geechi Gotti] 

Nigga you'se a bitch! 

And I'm here to prove that in front of all that vouch you 

Get loud in here tonight, and I'ma Smack the Volume out you 

Nigga get tough and I'ma show 'em you a pup clown 

Stand over the body, just like your jewelry, I gotta bust down 

Nigga touch down, that's what we holla when the pack land 

Gauge wit' me, I'ma let the 12 gun this nigga down 

(For what?) 

Cause he a black man 

He get the back hand 

Knife open him up, he gon' need closure 

Loud buck, so you can hear the "Cut" like the scene over 

I done battled the top pen, when niggas swore it was danger 

Then I put JC back in the box since he was born in a manger 

Nigga Tech-9 got 30'd, Suge got a heart check 

I went to war with Top and Nitty, two niggas you ain't even fought yet 

I had tougher competition, if we talkin' 'bout matches against Ward 

Aye I (A.I.) didn't show up but, what we talkin' 'bout? Practice? 

This nigga's an actress 

And he ain't never faced this kind of pressure 

I don't even think Shine real he need a diamond tester 

Iron stretcher, dawg gon' find K laid out with his forehead open 

Coroner showed up, we like, "What y'all waitin' on? Y'all already know K's slogan." 

You know I'm locin' 

I'll chuck a "C" in his face, open his mug, now we can see in his face 

He a disgrace 

Tryin' to convince y'all that he's not soft 

Get his block knocked off 

Show me your flag if you want, you gettin' shot dawg 

I'll leave you and your rag wet up, now it's a wash cloth 

I'll watch dawg, 50 shots, extended Glocks, that's how a boss get down 

The Dot's found all the shells still in his body like, "Damn. I guess he never really lost a round." 

I'll toss the pound 

It's a throwaway pistol, you just had a battle with Jae? 

I'll make you battle the blade 

You can't fuck wit' me, get cut swiftly 

Think bankrupt how he went from Millz (mills) to a buck 50 

This punk silly 

The A.R. will have that look on his face torn off 

Next time he chuck up the X, you'll be in the casket with your arms crossed 

This a body, after this, niggas won't hear from him 

That black (Blac) bag you gettin' ain't Champion of the year money 

Listen here dummy 

All that clique shit in battle rap 

I ain't feelin' it cuz (cause) 

You niggas was fightin' over Twork like it was only one bitch in the club 

I'm grippin' the snub, finna terrorize you 

Two shot, get one sent in his mouth, he tryin' to pass the breathalyzer 

"Another six foot-" oh them the bars y'all was waitin' on? 

BAOW! Lower his casket so he can be six foot like the niggas you be hatin' on 

That's on the set 

Do you niggas believe in a parallel- man word to Danny, I do nigga the .9 spittin' it's crazy 

He died at night but his fam' still in mourning (morning) like it's a time difference 

My mind different, every battle this nigga almost rumble 

And that's why y'all think cuz wit' the shit? 

He be ballin' up his fist and bitin' at his lip 

Every battle he attempt to fight, at 16 I was fightin' an attempt 

Nigga true story, can't tell me how I ain't gon' shoot 

Detectives question me 'bout murder (Murda) 

I said, "Bitch I don't know Mook." 

Bro you, gon' have to realize tonight just ain't yo' night 

You finna have to bite this L the same way you was bitin' [?] 

This nigga Shine said, "Oh y'all got me fucked up. Thinkin' I was all bark but no bite." 

BAOW! Let's see you attempt to fight for yo' life 

Nigga chopper in my hands 

My K vs this K, let's see who's rounds hit harder 

Nigga I'm a clip sparker, had the knife in the cut 

I could've stabbed him, instead I let the .40 care of this little bitch, it's a sugar daddy 

The .9 extended, it's long as a musket 

Just sayin' this bitch came wit' a dick like them trannies you fucked wit' 

You'se a fruit cake, takin' pictures with duck lip 

The reason why the shit on your lip ain't healed cause you prolly- 

Man pause 

Yeah press play on this faggot 

I'm sprayin' the ratchet, he try to run and I'ma hit back like, I can't hear what you sayin' it's static 

And I ain't just rappin', nigga this me everyday 

I ain't actin' cuz 

Crime was payin' me, way before Smack and them was 

Street nigga, came up robbin' packs from plugs 

Yeah I appreciate this good shit this rap shit does 

But think Twork, I can always go back to jackin' drugs (Jakk and Drugz) 

And when it's real- 

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[Round 1: K-Shine] 

I said yo! 

Arm up on the champ like Rocky hit the old steps 

If I don't win, I wet Champion and the winner (in the winter) 'til they get cold sweats 

Go check, you had NY rockin' witchu, and the whole west 

Nigga had the gas on both sides like a road test 

You heard "K-Shine ain't lose a round", you were so stressed 

He even started helpin' Millz prep like a coat check 

The nerve of you 

"I can't let you get this cuz, that's on the whole set." 

Nigga I wasn't tryin' to take your turn, you get to go next 

You heard three rounds of Millz and told that nigga he was ready 

Nigga you'se a bitch! 

Ruger clip, if I sneak a cat on his back like Puma kicks 

You would get band aids and half a mask like The Lunatics 

Do some shit 

Block drills, they yellin' out, "Move the kids!" 

I even nick a teen (nicotine) in the hand, let's see who can (hookah) stick 

Enough of that hookah shit, I got somethin' special for you Loc 

I'm in the vapors now, I'm finna get all you smoked 

"Rest in peace to the cuz" will be all you post 

Feelin' froggy then somethin' lick and fly until all you croak 

Boy, I am 'bout to do your mother's son bad 

Like always feedin' the other one last 

F and left back like he wasn't on task 

Watch for anybody wit' him, you see another gun blast 

Pound on the side of Coffee mug like #1 Dad 

Louie slugger, I go to bat for him like mom dukes 

Make him have a seat without the arms like a bar stool 

For helpin' Millz, ridin' wit' niggas you don't even know like a carpool 

Bird clappin' off his roof Alonzo with the Piru's 

Serial on the gun, I ain't scratch it off, I just slide through 

Then push the label under Gotti like Ja Rule 

I'm over him, I let him fly down like the zipper stuck 

Watch this dickhead turn into a pussy, Nip & Tuck 

Knife, I could've punctured his lung 

But the fifth is tucked, so it's either your cover get blown or the jig is up 

I'm in Bompton, where Gotti at? 

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[Geechi] 

Ain't no Bompton 

[K-Shine] 

I'm in Bompton like, "Where Gotti at?" 

Shotty strapped, point between the grill like a Pontiac 

Will he give everybody a wake (awake) like insomniacs? 

Well that depend on the pill (peel); hypochondriac 

Strap under his chin, point at the top, like a party hat 

His girl like, "Stop, don't y'all start with that." 

Shut up, caught him (quarter) with the machine like a laundry mat 

Hollow's into Drake, like a Mike Zombie track 

Give him five rounds from 80, Party Arty back 

Boy this 'bout to be crazier than stealin' from a nigga, then ask for a solid 

I'm talkin' crazy like, the doctor see the wounds and they ask for deposits 

I'm talkin' crazy like, the hole wide enough, I can hide the strap in his noggin' 

Makin' sure his roof is past the (pastor) [?], 'Trapped In The Closet' 

I had to gossip with the knife, it's been a minute since we chopped it up 

But me and the Ruger clip, both drop outs, school was not for us 

Three strikes movement, get robbed in an alley with a chopper up 

Fuck ya lil' C's (Lil' Cease), I'll shoot ya seed if ya Junior Mafia 

My crew's squadin' up 

[?] wit' a inf', leavin' y'all wit' a stench 

I don't care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there mobbin' wit' ya Crips 

They all get credit for this hit 

You know it's 'Hard Out Here For A Pimp' 

Lay it down before I raise a pound like a hi-5 

Twins and a pair will shoot (parachute) like a skydive 

I'm in your neighborhood wit' a semi, this a drive-by 

What up Crippy? I get to clockin' 60's like GrindTime 

Headshot, that'll put your pupils on the blindside 

Stomach in knots, that's the definition of some mob ties 

Pupils? Stomach? Y'all owin' 

But y'all ain't lookin' through the guidelines 

This the mafia I'm settin' up an organized (organ eyes) crime 

Nigga kiss yo' ass goodbye 

Pucker up, 12 inch clip, I put a foot down, enough's enough 

You ain't even see me runnin' up 

Snuck him like a sucker punch 

Big nose on an arm swingin' do the Humpty Hump 

That's a two shot, 2Pac, get ya crew shot 

Oowop, lift him up 

NWX, rest of you niggas suck 

1-0 nigga, zip him up! 

[Round 2: Geechi Gotti] 

Shut all that bullshit up. All y'all fucked up for even gassin' that shit right there man. Nigga rappin' some real elementary shit 

But look, I'm Champion Of The Year let me tell you why 

Cause if I get the money I'ma go right back to the hood with my peeps and shit 

If he win the money these niggas all helped him write it so they gotta split it two grands a piece and shit 

Yeah, so don't y'all wanna cheer for that 

Nigga I'll sleep this bitch 

You see the blood leakin' out him? 

The doc's runnin' out of time, I'm lookin' at him 

But all I think is lookin' at one of his battles cause I just see DNA comin' out of Shine 

What you niggas right together? 

Y'all be sittin' on the couch sharin' ideas like it's therapy 

Judgin' off his last battle, my partner said, "That couldn't be Shine. Cause that was Eric B." 

There's niggas scared of me 

That shit you do be wack 

I can't even call it rap 

You say simple shit, that if I said it, these fuck boys wouldn't even react 

You be like, "I'll get something stuck in his head. That's a tumor 

Ratchet's talkin', he say/she say, that's a rumor 

Two .5's lift him to God; hallelujah." 

And you be standin' there lookin' stupid like, "That's my junior." 

Nigga you'se a loser 

Today cuz dyin' 

You went from the Mobb to the X 

Niggas been tradin' Shine like a blood diamond 

Nigga speakin' of Blood, nigga where is you from? 

Y'all see how dude stutterin' that's cause he fake Blood he food coloring 

I'm a Crip 

Disrespect that on my mama I'ma shoot you 

I don't wanna hear no Blood call, keep it neutral 

I ain't sayin' shit but BAOW! 

I'd rather let the coroner soowoop you 

You gon' shoot who? 

I got the heat that'll bang at his friend 

It ain't a headshot cause I'm aimin' at a brim 

Is this some gang shit? Or some rap shit? 

Three shots will make a brim disappear 

This a hat trick, I'm that sick 

I'll catch you wit' ya bitch and this shit serious 

When she see Blood in a box, it ain't her period 

Catch you at your BM house and get poppin' 

Left lil' Blood leakin' in her pad, the bitch spottin' 

Bitch stop it 

Yo' gang bangin' ain't like mine 

Stop comparin' it 

My hood got history, all that OG beef, I inherited it 

Think surrogates, even though it ain't mines, I'ma carry it 

I ain't hearin' it 

Niggas wanna talk all this gang shit when they don't even know the culture 

These niggas only bangin' on pics like a Jordan poster 

Fuck a holster 

Straps fully auto with the silencer 

You can get killed for mistakin' the sound like white people sayin' "Monica" 

I'm tired of cuz 

Talkin' tough, 'til I show up with the clips and let it spray through 

I could've just slapped Shine but for all that spice, I'm smokin' K too (K2) 

I used to sell dope by a staircase 

Then I start jackin' 

Niggas thought it was T-Top, I used to rob 'em with bare (Bear) face 

Nigga face the facts, you from a well known snitch city and you proud of that 

Niggas from yo' city, as long as they got money, they can tell 

And y'all will honor that 

Snitch ass Harlem niggas, if Alpo and Nicky was from my hood, we'd have shot them boys 

I guess y'all code word was that Chuck E. Cheese 

(What the fuck that mean?) 

As long as that nigga can be a rat, as long as they got some coins 

But look I would've shot- 

Yeah, it's okay to be a rat as long as they got some coins 

I would've shot them boys 

I got a bald head for the bald head nigga in ya clique 

Watch the bullets smash his brain 

Will he survive? I don't know? 

Doctor soundin' like a weather man, they predict a low chance for Rain 

Cuz is gon' get you shot, nigga don't be stupid 

If this ya lil' homie, you better tell him to stand there and rap 

Don't get emotional when he know he losin' 

If he do, I'm gonna assume that you told cuz, do it on my Power shit 

Rain'll (Raina'll) get killed from how the bro was movin' 

Oh it's boomin' 

I'll have an Eagle in ya face cause I ain't into surprises 

Got him starin' at the Desert so long he think he seein' mirages 

You'se a fag, type that need to be in the closet 

I heard about y'all 2 on 2's, Shine always get the back end, he let DNA keep the deposits 

It's 2018, yeah nigga, who you beatin' with them '88 lines 

AK, the chopper made me hate .9's 

This bitch will get dumped over DNA like I found out the baby ain't mines 

This a hate crime 

Talkin' 'bout you gon' give me $9,000 

That was somethin' son tried to tease me 'bout 

But you shot a video called 'New Crib' at Beasley house 

Who needs the clout? 

Talkin' 'bout you only use the kitchen 

That's cause when you spend the night, he got you doin' the dishes 

You niggas bitchin' 

They bathed you and burped you 

Give you allowances, prolly gave you a curfew 

These niggas birthed you 

You they baby K, thought you was they killer then realized you gettin' killed, oh you crazy K 

The .80 spray 

Dead slippin' from the gun where the hit is 

Backslide like, "Damn, I thought you was done with this shit." 

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 damn lies 

[Round 2: K-Shine] 

These all facts! 

Machete in his throat 

Take out the lil' knife, don't let the short stay like a telly wit' a hoe 

Oh you think it's a game? 

'Til I'm on the celly wit' the bro 

In Bay Area, ready to make a hit with E-40 'Tell Me When To Go' 

Knock it over, or every hour on the hour, they'll be changin' all your cotton balls 

Checkin' on your respirators, makin' sure your socks is on 

Hospital bed, jacked up in the air like they dropped the call 

I'm in the other window, Tommy on the stairs like I drawers 

BLAAAT! 

That shit makin' gang statements 

But you Bloody when I blew (blue), nigga we finna trade places 

More to actually clap 

Caught a rapper from SMACK, Shea Davis 

The code: Askin' for work 

(What that mean?) 

He ain't make it 

They playin', like they don't see me on my grind 

JayBlac like easy, we don't want you speedin' through your rounds 

What's all the fuckin' hype about 

Nigga this is Geechi versus Shine 

He like, "We need you on the ten." 

"Why? When I can beat him with a .9" 

Eagle on my side, waitin' for the good flop 

Mask and goggles, like I'm on my woodshop 

Mardi Gras, they titties show when I'm takin' off tops 

I spill the beans outta anybody reppin' Neighborhood, Watch 

Think I'm not 

Put the mop back in the closet, I did the chores 

Nah, turn into that old K-Shine, give 'em more 

Headshot, he ran off the collar, get ya dawg 

It's finna pour 

I keep pushin' the button, I missed the floor 

I let your son see you gettin' rocked, miss your core 

They took a half moon by the star; Singapore 

I make 'em sure 

This mark is here (hair) twisted, he Immature 

Bae get the texts (TECs) every five minutes, I'm insecure 

Let me catch you in your G ride tryin' to spin past 

Quick flash 

Point in cracker grill; Riff Raff 

G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a diss track 

Cause all it takes is one .50 to push Gotti whole shit back 

He get the uppercut to the gut and a quick jab 

He gettin' two different type of socks, this a mismatch 

Tell the homie sit back 

I took his strap, I took his knife, I took his gat 

I took his Nina, I took his MAC 

Now everything's on me, I'm givin' back 

This the smack, bro you thought you was...tryin' to show you Buddy Love 

So you can get somebody reppin' Nutty, Professor 

Tool in the sweater, I'm 'bout drop cuz 

The choppers out like the grandma in the hot tub 

Glock, snub or the semi with the drum out 

Denise on her first date, this shit will take a clump (Klump) out 

Professor squeezin' in the whip like the potion finna run out 

Nigga it's been days when I did drills and I wasn't hittin' nothin' 

When you a shooter, you can tell the off day, the first time you feel a button 

There's been times I aim for a noggin', and heard I pushed a nigga gut in 

Like, "How I do that? Fuck it 

He can think on an empty stomach." 

I double back, put down the strap, got to cuttin' 

Mid sentence, he caught a part in (pardon) the interruption (inner-ruption) 

I done did niggas Superbad, I'm talkin' ID's for organs; McLovin 

First Newport of the day, the cig' (Sig') bustin' 

It's a reason, I keep it on the low, a nigga creepin' 

But soon as they holler they spirits 

Christmas evening 

Double barrel, sing like a carol, 'tis the season 

Compressor, I let it whisper in ya ear 

Gotti can you keep a secret 

I love my new gun connect 

He convenient 

He send a text (TECs) under the table, I'm in a meeting 

Headshot, I put his eyeballs by the teeth then 

He be a vegetable, oh watch what you eatin', that nigga vegan 

Nigga, we can put the guns down 

Forget the squeezin' 

Believe it, we can shake on it, I'm in agreement 

He gettin' fucked up as soon as they (day) off, this the weekend 

My crew on the first, proof in the work, this will crack a nigga cheek in 

Nigga- kiss- you know what? 

Go ahead man. Go 'head man 

[Round 3: Geechi Gotti] 

This shit fucked up man 

But I can see it now it's all clearer 

Most these niggas don't wanna lift you up, 'til the forced to be your Pallbearer 

Did y'all hear him? 

Actin' like his crew do homi's? 

Then how come my niggas trapped in the system like the new Jumanji? 

My patna had a baby, he said his daughter changed his life full throttle 

First words she learned, was how to ask for a bottle 

That nigga dead now 

Man, when the good die, those be the worst ones 

The last words he heard was "bah bah", sounds just like his daughter's first ones 

I'm one of the realest niggas in this shit! 

I demand that stripe 

My patna got an L then they charged him with another body, yeah I said that right 

Cuz ain't never comin' home, but somehow he got a second chance at life 

You understand my gripes? 

So much anger inside, it's hard for me to smile 

I never had a job all I did was rob the 

Closest I came to a brief case was a speedy trial 

These streets is wild 

That's somethin' I gotta teach my child 

You know the reason why they hate us 

I'm from a hood where the wrong word will get your face stuck in school 

Teacher looked at me said, "I don't see nothin' Special." 

That's cause I had the .38 tucked 

You a fake fuck 

Claimin' my lifestyle, man this shit unusual 

Realized I was married to the street life cause every time I walked down a aisle, it was a funeral 

This shit unusual 

I know fiends who be smokin' until they lungs sore 

I'm in the spot like this can't be life, I know it's much more 

Junky steady knockin' on the front door 

Nigga, I done seen four heads on the same rock like Mt. Rushmore 

Nigga what's war? When ever since a kid I've been duckin' shots 

The first rule was, "Don't run, nigga get down." 

Man I was six the first time I realized you ain't gotta spar just to hear a round 

This clear now 

My patna just lost in trial, I seen his mom, she had tears in her eyes 

That pain really cost her smile 

She said, "Gotti you will never understand until you lost a child." 

She spent all her money buyin' him a lawyer, judge still gave him an L 

Bet she wished she would've bought him a vowel 

Nigga I was lost, but now I'm found 

Now I keep the money bag (Moneybagg) wit' me like I'm Yo Gotti 

I still shoot a nigga after he dead, cause I don't trust nobody (no body) 

You niggas hear me rap, y'all don't really know Gotti 

Can't talk no gang shit to me, homie you ain't did enough 

The Feds, hit [?] wit' the oowhop when they hit him up 

You can see the staples under his shirt, that's if he lift it up 

I'm just tellin' you, you them niggas had to literally zip him up 

Nigga what?! 

We rep the game until our last breath is gone 

We even put the hood on the tool, that's our definition of set in (and) stone 

The weapon drawn 

Out the window and I Hawk him down 

If the pigs find any shell in this whip 

Cuz I would've wish I would've lost them rounds 

My patna was 15 when he took his time 

He just made a mistake 

I said, "Lil dawg, use your time to change your life and sharpen your tool." 

That lil' nigga made him a shank 

He ain't never even been out wit' a bitch, we wasn't trippin' 

Least the judge gave him a date 

Nigga what you gon' say? 

I lost to A. Ward? 

Ain't no real niggas believe nothin' that fraud say 

Cause he believe God the only nigga with the power to give life 

Tell Him to explain how come that judge keep givin' my niggas all day 

And y'all gay 

Cause all of a sudden he a gang banger and y'all believe him 

Check his old battles, we didn't see none of that Blood shit comin' out 

He must've been internally bleedin' 

Don't give me a reason, these niggas wanna be me 

I'm from the streets G 

On a mission the first rule we learned was to leave the phone home like E.T 

Man, these niggas couldn't beat me 

But anyway man, you know it is man, Mafia 

Man, and when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes 

Yo turn, see if you can make niggas believe them lies 

Nigga time 

[Round 3: K-Shine] 

Man, this nigga said he got shot by accident at a party 

Then the very next week he said he took his pussy ass back to the party 

If a nigga would've shot me by accident at a party 

The news reporter would've been like, "There's entirely too many accidents at this party." 

Niggas would've been bouncin' wit' the bounces 

Runnin' like a relay 

Breakin' with the dancers, I would've been cuttin' like the DJ 

Niggas in the section like, "He fuckin' up my B-day!" 

Beans on the record like an album dropped with Freeway 

Only way I would've went back to the party Bae 

Is to shoot a buster (Busta) in the club like 'Pass The Courvoisier' 

But everyday you out here puttin' shells in your clip 

Lookin' at all these Hammer crimes with your guys 

But they the only ones gettin' nailed for the shit? 

This why I know you lyin', and anything you sellings a jip 

Murder in every story, I'm sick and tired of it all these Tales From The Crypt (Crip) 

Nigga, gangstas move in silence, and you wildin' 

Talkin' 'bout other niggas life and then glorify it 

The shit I do be so crazy...I gotta do the same exact thing to any nigga that talk about it 

What we talkin' 'bout then? 

Nigga I been real since birth 

{Pew, bow, blat blat} Gun gestures with everything in the playpen 

At 16 I had my first crack charge 

By 17 I was caged in, 20 large off of hard 

Mama ain't approve, wouldn't even let me pay rent 

They offered me a nickle off some dimes and some dimes for the nickle 

I said, "This shit don't make sense (cents)." 

Nigga I stuck with battle rap for my kids 

So before I let the .8 spin I think, "If I raise this gun who gon' raise them?" 

For that, I been kill y'all niggas all year 

My second half, Smack gotta pay 10 

So Gotti can't talk none of that Mafia shit to made men 

Now here's the contradiction 

For one grand, the gun BAOW that's a Drumline 

One band, one sound 

He in the hospital, one dead, one down 

Kickin' with the deuce, Lui Kang, Kung Lao 

Nigga cool down or lay down here (hair) Nu Nellz 

Rush Hours (ours), push the goddamn button; Juntao 

I'm talkin' every little bullet loaded in the tool now 

If you don't like the rules under this roof then move out 

I could give a hoot 'bout, ya mob still Crippin' 

I'll have red flags wherever your Compton Menace 

Push the wrong bus like Comp in Menace 

Get it through your thick skull until you comprehensive 

Revolver spinin' 

Nah, this time I whip him 

He get a butt out the situation, mind ya business 

I palm the biscuit, heat seeking until I find a victim 

And take the sensors off, this non explicit 

This kinda distance, will turn an H3 to a Honda Civic 

The fact of the matter was gettin' at him; Quantum Physics 

He caught the low cuts and the air bubble; Lebron Olympics 

Then rain there (reindeer) in the ear; Donner/Blitzen 

My mind is twisted, light bulb in the ceilin', I'm screwed up 

Ya jewels plus, I get to bookin' (book in) slime; Goosebumps 

Tool tuck, arm extended like "Move up" 

Comin' to kill, one in the mil' like true love 

Nigga that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up 

Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop, pick him up 

NWX, the rest of these niggas suck 

And the Champion is here nigga, Zip 'Em Up!