urltv - geechi gotti vs. chess lyrics
[round 1: chess]
first and foremost, bring up anything that’s past tense?
y’all suckin’ mad d-ck!
i got three words only: “i’m back, b-tch!”
ready to blast clips, mid-battle if son move me
soon as geechi gotti recorded, bust toolies
and burn double g on cam’ like “f-ck gucci!”
bang!
empty the clip then switch the lead on you
bang!
now this crip is dead on you
it’s an end for blue when i put this infrared on you
bang!
chess back and that n-gg- rappin’
don’t try to test the goons in the back of this n-gg- rappin’
cause my og’s “go” don’t happen to get it backwards
i can’t tame my n-gg-s, they actually be savage
none of my animals channel-ed; national geographic
i got a couple hit men for the cash they’ll leave you blasted
they don’t even make it hot, they casually will blast it
n-gg-s askin’ all these questions like, have i shot a n-gg-?
i keep that pro low (polo) g
i cap a lotta n-gg-s
we in florida so he thinks sh-t’s safe
wait, if i let his brains h-t the floor it’ll (florida) never leave the state
yo! guess what?
i’m insane, my brain kinda messed up
rum nitty, this ya man? y’all all gettin’ eff’ed up
i dump mine, crunch time, every shot drop in 4th quarter if chess clutch
regret what?
i done came to this stage and messed up
but i told y’all i was the best, man why would i not give him more, is chess nuts? (morris chestnut)
ya set what?
oh it’s blue you bang
well i’m neutral, but n-gg-s know i move with the moving gang
run me off what block? you won’t move a thang
but if i do leave, dude please, don’t think it’s cool to hang
cause soon as i spin back you gon’ hear somethin’ boom or rang (boomerang)
headshot, let it burn his face; gucci mane
poppa callin’, turn the cal’ to his mom; pootie tang
i ain’t tryin’ to get to know ya hoe
i’m just want ya boo for brain
get her number and stick my log in (login), i won’t even use her (user) name
you’se a lame, is that why you mad dude?
n-gg-s be yappin’ and i just be laughin’ my -ss off
but(t) if he happens to chat more, i put the can’ to his mouth like that was the last straw
i dare you to flex aak, n-gg-s be thinkin’ i’m light
but if we fight, p-ssy you will get dropped
gotti got bundles
well chess givin’ out fades, n-gg- we could run a unis-x shop
i wanna see if gotti a shooter cause y’all be talkin’ like this crab finna buck it
well how’s he holdin’ back? everything in this barrel like crabs in a bucket
n-gg-s bust it, reach, grab, and untuck it
if he doesn’t, i’ll beat his -ss just for bluffin’
stay close to a big ratchet like the taxes is comin’
at one point, if it wasn’t rap it was hustlin’
youngin’ in the trap wit’ this magnum i’m clutchin’
.22 on the shelf, one stashed in the bucket
.38 in the dresser, two straps out in public
reheatin’ ya micky d’s, that mac in the oven
and that ratchet under the-
nah n-gg- she on the bed like, “i don’t care if wifey catchin’ us f-ckin'”
you have to be f-ckin’ kiddin’ me, this n-gg- is basic
yo cuz, i got love for the crips as a nation, but don’t get me mistaken
i’ll still clear out a whole neighborhood like gentrification
cause he rollin’ in a wheelchair after i squeeze the thing
baow!
this rich crip will (cripple) be lookin’ like stephen king
“rich crip”, “stephen king”
they say this is my third strike like i ain’t never played well
n-gg- any time i didn’t win, i beat myself, i don’t ever take l’s
n-gg-s sleep, but i could make this picture (pitcher) better; blake snell
tampa bay finna witness the devil raise h-ll
cake lyfe!
cause we cake livin’, make him bleed like he ain’t crippin’
(body after body after body, i’m shape shiftin’!)
nah, there’s more in the clip so i’m sparkin’ it at you
chess piece on gotti like his arsonal battle
i’m shape shifting
f-ck outta here
rap!
[round 1: geechi gotti]
aye see that round was cool, but these people came to see me bang the toasters
aye, y’all seen he took them chains off before the battle
cause even his chains was chokers
n-gg- you’se a choke artist
what the f-ck? is you special needs or somethin’?
i think you a c-ke head chess
nah, i ain’t sugar coatin’ sh-t wit’ him
everybody in the buildin’ think the reason you keep forgettin’ ya lines
cause you way too busy sniffin’ ’em
i can see the b-tch in him
you ain’t ready kid, back of the head wit’ the shotty
fall forward, end up lyin’ on his d-ck
he ain’t f-cked but he said he did
this n-gg- chess a kid
boy i’m grown as f-ck
if i pull up, lift somethin’ and dip, i ain’t tryin’ to tune you up
i up the sticks
i draw on him, it ain’t etch-a-sketch
them bald heads rollin’ out ain’t no professor x
i’ll k!ll you, then bury you where only ya mother can find you
we know how much she treasure chess (chest)
hold up, i’ma make a mess of chess and it’s they fault
knock you down and step on the body, that’s a cake walk
the k spark, you catchin’ an l tonight
chess faceoff, we just tryin’ to sell the fight
i got homies in the cell for life
my n-gg- said, “aye. before we lay it down”, he always pray for a nightmare
i said, “i don’t get that. can you be clear?”
he said, “gotti there’s nothin’ worse than havin’ a good dream only to wake up and still be here.”
now let’s be clear
i’m here to strangle you to your last breath
i need to see ya eyes bubblin’
how you live is how you go, it’s only right, you gotta die strugglin’
the .9 gunnin’ him
y’all gon’ see the lead pop like blaow
docs tryin’ to figure out how his chest (chess) leakin’ from a headshot
i got red dots on two straps, yeah i got the hook up
both arms make sure chess (chest) hit the flo’, they proper push ups
who the f-ck booked us?
they know what i do, this mo’ for you
you better come with ya best sh-t cousin
this battle gon’ decided whether we see more of me or less chess (chest); that’s a breast reduction
you was big stage, now we born legacy
known for potential but always chokin’, you got a born legacy
matter of fact, my n-gg- lost his new born (nuborn), he was big stress
he couldn’t understand how you could die when you ain’t get to live yet
a week later they ran in his house and k!lled him
ironic, they both had a crib death
what it is chess?
this is all bars, i don’t do personals
i just go to work on you
cause once you dead, everybody gon’ know the dirty on you
i’ll put a hurt on you
hit chess wit’ 10
imagine how much his man caught
chest shot, yeah you get a pacemaker for all that d-mn talk
so this time when the heart (hart) get screwed it ain’t mcmahon fault
i let the cans off
man i went on a rampage the day them boys shot me
it’s sad to say but, i put a bunch of black faces on shirts, they gonna wanna boycott me
how ya boy top 3
i done been through all kinda sh-t
n-gg-s made i wouldn’t let jail break (jailbreak) me like a firestick
i’m fire b-tch
if you catch me wit’ the ak just know it ain’t a toy
i’ma get to choppin’ on chess (chest); b-tch i’m the nature boy
(whooo!)
i’m talkin’ ric flair, i’ll let the whole clip flare
dna was supposed to get this headshot
i wouldn’t give a f-ck where his brains land
i got rid of t-top and shine, k!llin’ his squad was the game plan
so after this body i’m comin’ back for the x (ex), i’m a changed man
n-gg-s thought, cause i was outta town that i couldn’t be strapped? that’ll get ’em all shot
i’m in tampa wit’ a big -ss .40; mike alstott
you all talk, but i know you ain’t really cut from that cloth
get a full body cast, he can’t move ’til he cut from the cloth
i’m dustin’ him off
yeah cause the headshot will leave him dead
nah his brain dead but his body still livin’
i can only imagine how this sh-t gotta feel cause
his soul’s still on earth, i just sent his knowledge to god; hip hop is real
now i ain’t got no chill
cause when the glock pull, give 100 shots to him
code word was “halloween”
(what that mean?!)
y’all gon’ see a sheet covered the kid, his mama can’t afford a costume
and when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in his eyes
go ‘head it’s yo turn, make n-gg-s believe them lies
n-gg- time
[round 2: chess]
he just said a round full of some stupid sh-t
y’all remember deuce bigalow: male gigolo?
yeah n-gg- you’se (use) a b-tch
you know a gigolo when you use a b-tch and he’s a b-tch
n-gg-, you’se a b-tch!
and so are the chumps in ya lil’ posse
all of them n-gg-s is punany
you finna die from this cake like kevin hart in jumanji
if i gun b-tt you n-gg-, ya b-tch get it too; try me
get whip wit’ this .4 and (foreign) the same for ya boo; gotti
wait, wait, if you gotti, then which one of these n-gg-s is sammy the bull, gotti?
you got the answers? cause i’m kinda confused gotti
cause the real one was born in the south bronx
sh-t i prolly got some old heads that honestly knew (new) gotti
but this? new gotti, whole team full of salvatore gravano’s
his crew sloppy
so whoever you around just move prolly
i’m sure some’ll rat, and lift ya head up when you f-ckin’ rap
talkin’ ’bout “when it’s real you can tell, you can see it in they eyes.”
n-gg- you gotta look me in mine first to be the judge of that
p-ssy!
n-gg-s be puttin’ on the toughest acts, enough of that
thunder clap
oh, y’all thought i forgot about them struggle raps
n-gg- i was strugglin’ so much
(how much?)
i started strugglin’ in my f-ckin’ raps
but losin’ people in real life durin’ battles made me not even wanna rap
cause i could come back from a loss, the ones i lost ain’t comin’ back
in my environment, all you see is a bunch of blacks k!llin’ other blacks
and that’s f-ckin’ wack
cause it’s a bigger problem at hand
and it’s time we stand up to that
it seem like every other race in the community got unity, and we need ours
for instance, no soup for when ya peoples sick, but when they dead you wanna bring flowers
i’d rather see an op’ than a cop, sh-t at least we know what they think ’bout us
geechi, if you wit’ it, i’m wit it
i’ll team wit’ the enemy just to go against these cowards
it’s how we spoke about a unit, right?
right?
exactly so i’ma need y’all n-gg-s to speak louder
and be prouder
y’all wanna know why i still keep steel but preach power?
cause in the bronx the streets wild, but the police wilder
and i could be the next anthony myrie or kalief browder
but i’m on this stage, that’s why i believe i’m special, cause i reached this level
even though they tryin’ to take down our people just for bein’ rebels
am i a hypocrite for talkin’ how i blast kids and squeeze the metal?
when in reality i’d rather see this black man be successful
i’m sure you just wanna see ya n-gg-s in compton shine
cause cali ya home, well the bronx is mine
i’m from courtlandt ave, my block been makin’ legends since karlton hines
but this n-gg-, he be sayin’ “every bar” after every bar, like he really got some of the hardest lines
watch this
i’ll cut him, ’til the blade reach his brain, just to see which one of us got the sharper mind
back to them heartless lines
mafia? it’s always mob ties ’til the mob get tied
money on my head? that’s how y’all respond?
illegal parkin’, i ain’t hard to find
he let his man hype him, now he hospitalized
tryin’ to remember how to start his rhymes
he put a battery in ya back, now you hooked to a plug it’s chargin’ time
i want you to look yo’ k!ll upon his eyes
so i unmasked wit’ the metal and kid, you better pray his dawg solve this crime
stay safe, today’s date
big .30, i march wit’ mine
we got the drop, i’m sparkin’ .9’s
no gps, i give you directions, just start the ride
make a right, double left, now turn up, it’s party time
bang! bang bang! ’til his mans h-t the floor
have him dippin’ off the block, we done ran some n-gg-s off
even kidnapped a couple, had to ransom n-gg-s off
like, “give it all. you have 24 hours or deal is off.”
next mornin’, we were choppin’ the body, ya didn’t call
moral of the story, i’ll do ya homie all greasy
i ain’t talkin’ gorilla glue when i’m smokin’ on gg
n-gg- they done put a soldier on geechi
but i needed a fight so they done put a soldier on me b
they just wanted to see who wore (war) it the best like polo or fiji
gutter language, i always been known to talk
geechi, cakes up
wait f-ck
we ain’t gonna act like you n-gg-s ain’t down b
well i’m back and i don’t need none of these fake n-gg-s around me
but if this n-gg- make this second a debatable round b
fight night, i bet the champion ain’t got nothin’ on round 3
cake lyfe!
[round 2: geechi gotti]
i’m disrespectful when i rap, so when i say some sh-t it’s gon’ hurt
like, “i’ll make yo’ mama suck my d-ck wit’ yo’ battle on the screen”
(to see who choke first)
wait hold up, hold up, hold on, i said that sh-t befo’
but this was different g
cause yo’ mama swallowed it all looked up and said, “he ain’t get that sh-t from me.”
i don’t wanna hear no bars ’bout how you done chokin’
knock it off
every time this new york n-gg- claim it’s a new year he drop the ball
i know plenty n-gg-s that would’ve loved to be in yo’ shoes
a kid travellin’ the world, everywhere you go they notice you
you was on b.e.t. and e.b.t., but somethin’ just ain’t sit right
so every verse about missed meals and clothes ain’t right
how ya moms was broke, made you wanna quit life
n-gg- ain’t n-body takin’ care of you forever, you supposed to hustle
you gettin’ paid to rap since you was a kid, b-tch you chose to struggle
now if you wasn’t gettin’ paid to rap, that struggle sh-t, i prolly would’ve defended
but, you been up here rappin’, lyin’ to us ’bout some sh-t you could’ve prevented
n-gg- you got paid to battle dna, you got paid to battle saga
whatever money they gave you, you could’ve gave it to ya mama
you got paid for ave, you got paid for roc
sh-t you could’ve got a pack, could’ve invested in a stock
lil’ n-gg- you could’ve did a lot
but that money you did nothin’ wit’
at yo’ age i had smack, rock and the ave, b-tch i was hustlin’
i’m talkin’ heron, everybody gettin’ stamps, man i’m the government
man you was lovin’ it
you was on the big stage since you was young
mom’s doin’ her best, but to the fans her job ain’t bein’ done
cause instead of you tellin’ us how you don’t handle yo’ business
you rappin’ makin’ us think yo’ mama the b-m
how you proud to be her son, knowin’ you make her look like that?
tellin’ us you ain’t got bows in the crib, got us thinkin’ she ain’t really cook like that
you was embracin’ the struggle, it was like you was comfortable wit’ it
if i had to see my mama struggle, boy i would’ve had to get up and go get it
f-ck rhymin’ ’bout it, would’ve been too busy grindin’ out it
i’m talkin’ rain, sleet, snow or it’s thunderin’
yeah you been rappin’ ’bout strugglin’ ya whole career
that’s why ya whole career strugglin’
this a favor youngin’
i’m doin’ this outta love
they gon’ swear that it’s hate
while i’m beatin’ you the f-ck up ’til you a vegetable chess
i’ma make you a carrot, cake
you been here befo’ me, i may have showed up late
but i’m not a rook’
you see my career goin’ forward straight moves, just know you still a p-wn
i put this piece in front you, now you can’t move
on this night (knight) any move you make it’s an l
you facin’ the best, basically what i’m sayin’ is, stop playin’ chess
i’m bored (board) wit’ games, that’s why i don’t play patna
ask that harlem n-gg-, they know i would’ve put snake in the bag, i’m jake roberts
we didn’t play cops & robbers, we only played robbers
wasn’t no cops in my hood
buncha single mothers, them shootouts made sure we had enough pops in the hood
y’all seen what i did to suge
gave that boy the baddest beatin’
ever since me and shotgun been in the hole, it’s rabbit season
no cartoons, this reality rap
metal in his mouth, it ain’t a cavity cap
hold up, where i come from, n-gg-s had to be strapped
cause the streets poppin’, chopper in his face
that’s the k (decay) in his grill like the teeth rottin’
i’m from compton, i don’t give a f-ck how n-gg-s in new york bang
i’ll let the blue spark flame, k!ll you
cops deliver word to ya mother, it ain’t new york slang
i’m dead -ss, the .38 gon’ have bro lid smokin’
all y’all gon’ see is the special bust (bus), this sh-t was short wit’ the slow kids on it
r-t-rded sh-t, i don’t rap struggle rounds, i ain’t strugglin’ b-tch
only time i struggle wit’ rounds is when i got more than can actually fit in the clip
i’m finna trip
cause even tho’ them b-tches jam
this tec come in handy, i’ll stretch out and blam him
catch him in traffic, he in the two door? i still fit about ten in that b-tch, it’s a mexican family
30 in the .40, i ain’t got no problem lettin’ it blow
ashton kutcher on the hip, b-tch that 70’s show
i’m lettin’ it go
it’s all bad for the bro
as a kid playin’ eeny meeny miny moe
well tonight you get another tag on ya toe
i’ll let it blam at his hoe
tell ya b-tch, don’t make a f-ckin’ sound
he try to run, blucka, blucka blaow
bullets h-t her back, they comin’ out her chest (chess), they struggle rounds
and when it’s real, you can tell
(you can see it in they eyes, go head make ’em try to believe them lies)
n-gg- time
[round 3: chess]
i said, .50 blazin’
somethin’ bust, over the stomach like t-tties hangin’
geechi, let’s see if you really bangin’
i have him standin’ in front of the tec (tech) like this your initiation
he was on that initiation card wit’ tech
but that, was some bars from chess
was it my hardest?
(yes)
gotti, i ain’t even get started yet
oooh, it sound like i’m gettin’ very consistent
they said i got a job to do, stay on top of it
i told ’em, “i’m missionary this mission.”
cause he the champ and i’m the main contender
i’ll spray this g-yest n-gg-
crush this fruit wit’ a bullet like a baby blender
think about it!
what kinda animal is this?
i’ll skin him and make a mink up out it
f-ck around and make his face a shoe
that’s only cause i see the snake in you
this guy dyin’, ’til a grave where i’m lyin’, i remain the truth
party mode, my .38 is loose
so i hope i do much better wit’ this 15, i’m tryin’ to save the youth
aim it, boo
he had his colors around his neck when i sprayed him too
so i was shootin’ through the crates like i made a hoop
that’s struggle sh-t, but now it just fall out; baby tooth
you get a buck if you happen to fall out
what y’all ’bout? cause i’m ill
true sh-t, i gave n-gg-s the blueprints to like every rhyme sk!ll
i brought back that smack, who ready to die feel
and that zip ’em up n-gg-, wanna question if i k!ll?
blooood! i-
i know he remember that line still
was actin’ touch when i said it, but never would palm steel
cause dude is a phony bruh, cubic zirconia, why you keep guessin’ that shine real?
n-gg- i’m real
i guess that’s why i tend to see (tennessee) n-gg-s different like knoxville
i will not chill, i came for respect
y’all gave me chance after chance after chan-
well hey what the heck
i’ma take this one and make it the best
y’all remember that michael jackson ‘thriller’ gif?
exactly, y’all gon’ always love me even though i was a pain in the neck
pay me respect
cause right now i smell blood!
wait, that ain’t what he rep
he bangin’ the left, so it won’t be right when i do him wrong
cause gotti wit’ the c’s
you see gotti, a bunch of blue is on
b-tton ups, custom chucks, he really wear it like his uniform
bang! now he lookin’ like the bottom of some louie vuitton’s
you know what else is blue n-gg-?
the sky, that’s where you belong
you ever had your home invaded wit’ your toolies drawn?
that’s the type of time my goons is on
they all g’s (orgies)
if n-gg-s from the x raided (rated) ya spot, don’t think ya crib gettin’ used for p-rn
in this game, i’m the king and you a p-wn
they say they want that old chess, nah, this my newest form
and i bet y’all hear the biggest fan, but he act shady that’s why i gotta leave him where he stand (‘stan’)
yeah, like stayin’ down wit’ the group i’m just keepin’ it a bean
on my flight hand, i thought about sneakin’ in the can’
but the tsa worker in new york would’ve check
tryin’ to get a gun through the airport will get this man caught in a sec’
so i just waited ’til i touched down and when i saw the connect
we got our hands on those still, panther’s home field
n-gg- this a florida tec (tech)
boy gettin’ stretched when that weapon is on him
{fake coughs}
this type of smoke will leave you coughin’ to death, just dead in a coffin
and i’ll leave that ugly black b-tch coffee in a coffin wit’ him
must’ve lost the biscuit
actin’ like i won’t open this n-gg- mug then pour coffee’s in it
junkies workplace; give the wh-r- the business
and i did it outta spite
n-gg-s doin’ all this wit’ they lips but are you really tryin’ to fight?
aight, so don’t act bold just stick to the script or get hit wit’ a different type of right (write)
i spell “life” with a “y”, why?
because i live a different kind of life (lyfe)
r.i.p. my n-gg- doogie, he just left me and sh-t
now he in heaven and it got my heart heavy as sh-t
you know what he looked at the doctors and said on that hospital bed?
“i’m ready for this.”
bro i couldn’t even begin cryin’
real life, n-gg- you live yours but i live mine
you know how many n-gg-s i got that’s locked inside?
how many of my friends died?
f-ck a dead op’, i done tried k!llin’ my step pops
wasn’t just finna see him hit mom
cause that sh-t just hurt, she went to work, i done witnessed the n-gg- sniff lines
them drugs in his nose left me and my little brother exposed big time
and it hurt when i went to my mother and told
cause all i could think about was him and my lil’ sis’ bond
sh-t, at least he was dead, committed to him, all my pops did was commit crimes
get high, then rob
i know a lotta n-gg-s respect you blood but to yo’ flesh and blood you ain’t sh-t slime
i’m always tellin’ myself, “we are not the same.”
’til i think about the n-gg-s i did slime
and it makes me mad cause i only relate to dad through spend time
and we don’t even spend time n-gg-
come to think of it, he was fresh home every chance i tried
cause most of my life he did time
so i couldn’t see him, but that’s okay cause mama helped me find my own way like ray charles when he went blind
and that’s why you the sh-t ma
cause you ain’t never fold, so how the f-ck could i quit mom?
i’m here to accomplish every goal
smack, chess is home, back to collect his throne
skin complexion on ‘create a player’
(it’s time to set the tone!)
cake lyfe
[round 3: geechi gotti]
n-gg- you’se a b-tch
and i’m a gang banger
see n-gg-s know about that lifestyle, plenty of n-gg-s done died from
it’s f-cked up when you think about it, probably got more dead homies than alive ones
true story: my n-gg- said, “you the champ, start bein’ mo’ c-cky. gotta make them people feel you.”
i said, “nah i’ma keep it humble. they respect that more.”
and to this day that statement still true
cause after that we found him stabbed to death wit’ this chest poked out
i kept tellin’ him, “too much pride’ll k!ll you.”
n-gg- i don’t feel you, cause you rap strugglin’ rounds
and they like to gas it like a citgo
you made a bowl out a bottle, that ain’t sh-t bro
you ever been in a holdin’ cell, had to use a tissue roll to make a pillow?
we all struggle, we come from where the rent low
no dove soap, had to shower wit’ the dish soap
got shot, n-gg-s askin’ “what it hit fo’?”
no medical (metal cal’), granny workin’ on the bandage with ace bandages and some crisco
listen to this though
if y’all seen him f-ckin’ up, why you ain’t sit him down?
this sh-t ain’t easy, i did sh-t this mornin’ i can’t remember now
i done been shot, couple of them bullets still in me
i’m just sayin’, even the doctor can forget a round
now listen, at 15 you was on smack doin’ big things
at 15 i was just tryin’ to make it to 16
at 16 you was rappin’, that’s an actual fact
at 16, only sh-t i was rappin’ (wrapping) was rags around a strap
whatchu know ’bout that?
50 clip, too big ain’t no tuckin’ that b-tch
i done seen so many deaths i don’t cry, i just send a prayer up and that’s it
so much yellow tape in the hood, no wonder i feel like we be stuck in that b-tch
when the cops come, we use the b-tches to hide guns
forced to grow up fast, they always said we might die young
do you get that?
i was taught if ya homeboy snitch, you gotta k!ll him, ain’t no such thing as love homie
now what if y’all was real close?
i said, “i’ll prolly just stand back so i don’t get his blood on me.”
if i got a gun on me, i’ma hold court in the street, i ain’t sittin’ in front of no judge homie
i’d rather die than do life
i learned that at an early age, it was a no brainer
barb wired fences or some pearly gates
where i’m from, you gotta practice what you preach
a gang of n-gg-s talk heavy, but in reality they be weak
i’m the type to blow a n-gg-‘s brains out his mouth
tell him, “think before he speak.”
you a young n-gg-, talkin’ crazy
they askin’, “is you fiendin’?”
put him to sleep, now they askin’, “is you dreamin’?”
went to jail, you was drunk, say some sh-t you ain’t mean it
that’s cause y’all would rather drink the fifth, i’d rather plead it
i really mean it
these young n-gg-s be worried about wearin’ j’s and new shoes comin’ out
big cuz was in the shu, he ain’t know when he was comin’ out
i got put on that 12, caught a case at 16
this sh-t ain’t a movie, at that age you was sparrin’ wit’ steams
at that age, sharing bars wit’ my n-gg-s meant we was in juvie
i remember duckin’ shots from the uzi
yeah, bullets movin’ so fast, all you can do- you can’t even run, just gotta get low
everything gets slow
all you hear is the whistle…the andy griffith intro
and for ya info, my respect in the streets and my name, it mean a lot
i’m respected by the shooters and the n-gg-s that i shot
i prolly only feel bad for they mamas after i blast dudes
thinkin’ to myself like, “h-ll if i would’ve missed him. she wouldn’t have to.”
i’ll really blast you
you can’t walk a mile in my shoes
this sh-t a journey, i done seen a gang of n-gg-s turn up dead; weekend at bernies
aye respect smack, but f-ck the dvd era
the first battle i ever saw was my lawyer versus a district attorney
real sh-t, is the only sh-t that concern me
how a face shot will have him lookin’ crazy on the set
nina a home wrecker, it’s the reason his head separated from his neck
i do this sh-t for respect
cause i done seen the streets change a lot of n-gg-s
i’m talkin’ ’bout how a gunshot can really turn the realest n-gg- fake
they said, “he was always known for speakin’ the truth.”
baow!
why he right here lyin’ in my face?
they labeled us menace ii society cause we had to k!ll to live
no job we had to rob just to feed the kid
yeah i g-ngb-ng, but that sh-t more than lettin’ the can’ bust
so way before that jordan peele movie, society didn’t understand us
and when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes
(it’s yo’ turn make n-gg-s believe them lies)
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