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league of championship kulture - geechi gotti vs. t.e.d. lyrics

[round 1: geechi gotti]
he said they might rob me
man you right
but i know you ain’t gonna be doin’ the robbin’
ya motherf-ckin’ pants too tight
i don’t give a f-ck what this dude say
headshot, got his wig leanin’ like a toupee
let’s see if you can resist these two tre’s!
n-gga you’se a b-tch!
but i’m glad you made it
100 shots, put it all in ya head like imagination
n-gga think about it, i’m h-ll raising
they said, “what gun you gon’ use? the .9 or the fo’?”
well playa, it depends on the date
today i may just 12 gauge him
i knew you was a weirdo the second that i met this b-tch
nina to his head
and this gon’ stay on his mind like he regret this sh-t
n-gga what t.e.d. ’bout?
who in here know what t.e.d. ’bout?
i need a head count
they said he got g in his blood
baow! let’s see what it bled out
n-gga i’ma crip
no disrespect to my n-ggas who took the red route
brand new .40, look like an olde english in t.e.d. mouth
i’ll blow ya tongue out the back of ya head for that dumb talk
i’m a hustler, when it came to a p ya g known for gettin’ one off
i spun off
like shaq in the post, i’m packin’ the toast
but i’d rather fight, we can show a hands like we havin’ a vote
rest in peace to the loc
you said, “nipsey”, well it’s still a ‘marathon’
we runnin’ the race
but if i set it off it ain’t gon’ be no f-ckin’ fun in this place
like n-gga…what the procedure when a gun in ya face?
this one on my waist can get the job done
i know this n-gga straight soft
but since we in the west, memphis this a.r. can saw (arkansas) his face off
i’ll leave the scene taped off
white sheets over t.e.d. body
all the boyz n the hood walkin’ by like, “y’all wanna see a dead body?”
they said, “gotti. take it easy. you just battlin’ t.e.d. now.”
f-ck that, face shot, put his chin in his chest, why you walkin’ wit’ ya head down?
what i said is live
b-tch i’m the shooter
you ain’t gotta guess the shooter
and i ain’t come here to lose to a n-gga named tedrick bufford
wit’ a name like that, i already knew this b-tch was scary
yo n.a.s.a. [?], next time his name on the card it better be an obituary
you dead buddy
matter of fact i hope your daughter choke on her corn flakes
let the cereal (serial) k!ller: t.e.d. bundy
every. f-cking. bar
the set love me
i done put in a lot of work
real sh-t, i done put n-ggas best pictures on a lot of shirts
i come from that
f-ck wit’ me, guns will clap
lesbian s-x, i’m f-ckin’ strapped
what’s up wit’ that?
b-tch i’m from compton
y’all see t.e.d.dy bare (bear) arms? this n-gga soft as cotton
cuz laughable
thought he was a gorilla until i fed him them banana clips, i stuff animals
n-gga f-ck ya att-tude
cause when t.e.d. talk it sound like a lecture from a mentor
they flew me from the west coast to stretch you front and center
matter of fact you gon’ pay for this
i should be billing t.e.d. (bill & ted) for this excellent adventure
now picture me, havin’ problems wit’ a rap n-gga
b-tch i got issues in real life
only problem i’ma have wit’ a (w)rapper is if the pack ain’t sealed right
i’m finna k!ll i.c.e. just to scrimmage
i came from drive-bys with the windows tinted
and when they roll down the arms start pointin’ like a n-gga snitchin’
n-gga listen
i done really popped n-ggas
these hollows will ice t (ice-t) they ‘cop k!llers’
f-ck the police, i don’t mess with oinks
the .40 kickin’ like an extra point
you don’t want no smoke
to keep it blunt it’s a wrap if i even got to stretch a joint
hit him in his neck or his head, them pressure points
this little n-gga look like a snitch
i bet if you put him under pressure; points
free all my n-ggas, spendin’ all my nights in prison
revolver, nose up like light skin b-tches
my sh-t different
b-tch i got the guns that n0body got
i was taught you treat a sucka like a lollipop
only sh-t i learned as a kid was how many shots it takes to make a n-gga body drop
gotti hot, you better watch ya words boy
cause you gonna have to stand on ’em
his white tee look good but it’ll look better wit’ ya mans on it
i should’ve put my hands on him, but this n-gga a b-tch
i ain’t tryin’ to catch a domestic
i just burn ya house down witcha mama inside, yeah i’m majestic
you know i’m wit’ the sh-t, n-gga why would you test it?
you gon’ die trippin’
n-gga i’m grippin’
a big gun
i got the chopper on the stand like an eye witness
you said you the “god of memphis”?
now that may indeed be true
but if that’s the case you from an atheist state cause memphis don’t believe in you
and when it’s real y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes
n-gga, we ain’t believe them lies
n-gga time

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