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urltv - geechi gotti vs. john john da don lyrics

[round 1: geechi gotti]
so we got geechi gotti versus…
i heard you like to hit girls, you hoe–ss n-gg-
so maybe it’s time i give this b-tch a beatin’
head shot, blow his brains on his mama, tell this trick to clean it
i’ll make sure your dome’ll stick on a b-tch got a different meaning
dome’ll stick? domestic? what, a n-gg- reachin’?
so what? the pole dump
and i kept a grip for this p-ssy like the old trump
(every bar, man)
now hold up
what, your words ain’t work on her, so you had to use your fists?
i already heard what happened
you hit her, she ate it (-ptoo-)
looked at you and said, “n-gg-, you’se a b-tch!”
every. f-ckin’. bar!
you’se a f-g and it’s plain to see!
think about his multiple choices
his answer’s always…
see, you’se a queer, bro
top-of-the-line weirdo
you threw a n-gg- chain in the crowd like, “go and get it”
b-tch, throw my chain in the crowd, you goin’ wit’ it!
and bro, i’m trippin’!
they said you gotta get personal to beat him!
he one of the scariest vets
for real, “every battle you had before him was barely a threat”
the homies like, “so did you find any dirt on john john?”
i’m like, “nah, cuz, we ain’t buried him yet!”
yeah, on the set!
i’ll show up to your house, catch ya lil’ man and slump him: it’s bedtime
then i’ll throw the gun on the pillow
y’all gon’ realize why i’m mr. disrespectful wit’ the next line
when he come in the house and find his baby laid in bed next to a tec-9 (tech 9)!
the west mine!
b-tch, i run that region
soon as they booked this, y’all know he f-cked, like he left wit’ her and he come back cheesin’
what are you smilin’ fo’?
just ‘cause my gun lil, john (jon), don’t mean sh-t sweet, my boy
the bullet’ll enter south and come out ya eastside, boy (boyz)!
this ain’t crunk music!
you jump stupid, and i’mma shoot ‘til there ain’t no more sh-lls in the shotgun
i’m dumb ruthless
i’m still on top of this b-tch after i’m done bustin’…but the pump’s useless!
what!? what!?
i’ve been on some cool sh-t, but now i’m finna change on him
he don’t gotta be in a gang – guns still finna bang on him!
let my nuts hang on him
he ain’t gon’ do sh-t
he was already leakin’ from the head shot
this chest shot gave him some new drip
ooh, sh-t!
look…motherf-cker, i will beat this n-gg- -ss
i’m talkin’ ‘bout pistol-whippin’
yeah, ‘til both his eyes both swell
and you gon’ see the skull crack and bone hangin’ out his top like sideshow mel
this ain’t a cartoon, i’m a grown–ss man
i’ll blow your brains on avocado and the crew
so whatever they don’t see in the building, i guarantee they’ll catch it on cam’!
n-gg-, my gun go “blam!”, get his toe tagged up
then he goin’ in a tight box like the first n-gg- jaz let f-ck!
this n-gg- suck!
he mad that i battled surf ‘cause he wanna battle surf so bad
he be on twitter ravin’ and rantin’ ‘til his face all red
bad barber: he steady askin’ for the wave, i just gave him a bald head
aw, yeah, the face shot dent his grill
he gon’ need insurance for them damages
what the f-ck is multiple choices? now he got multiple bandages
n-gg-, we savages
this n-gg- jj ain’t really built like that
bruh’ll get popped
the .40 shootin’, or i could have the .50 poppin’ like when “w-nksta” just dropped
you ain’t a gangsta! just stop!
n-gg-, these is all facts
n-gg-s like you and dna be happy y’all can talk crazy to n-gg-s like me, ‘cause y’all can disguise it as “all rap”
but, see, i’m wit’ all that
y’all n-gg-s internet gangstas
if y’all ain’t @‘in’ and taggin’ a n-gg-, it don’t feel right
me? i’d rather get at (@) and tag a n-gg- in real life!
and i feel like vada fly gon’ recap this and say gotti caught a 30 on the don bro
headshot, watch him die slow
the coroner said the victim was nameless, but somehow his mama still knew it was john tho’ (doe)
and when it’s real, y’all can tell
y’all can see it in his eyes
yo’ turn – see if you can make n-gg-s believe them lies
(n-gg-, time)

[round 1: john john da don]
let’s give it up for geechi gotti
give this man his credit while he’s still here
i figured if crip been on a roll, i guess i will cheer (wheelchair)
how many of y’all got geechi winnin’ tonight?
(-quite a few people in the crowd raise their hands-)
d-mn…i never felt so destroyed
see how easy it was for you to get my number in tampa, bay?
i feel like gerald mccoy!
but you know my name, clown
ain’t no need to run my accolades down
just think of prep, wavy, jakk’, and every other act i laid down
i didn’t need to battle a show host to begin my run
but since your streak got started by a tech (tec), it’s ‘bout to end by one
champion!
but you been g-ssed ever since the day they made him champ
head still in the clouds? bow!
now you the reigning (raining) champ
yeah, you took the t-tle last year – thank blac for that!
‘til i come off the belt and ring again on a champ: he goin’ back-to-back!
geechi got bundles? and geechi got shot?
that’s what you tellin’ me?
well, d-mn, i ain’t know the hair business was this deadly! sheesh!
you sellin’ weave? i can help you triple your units
geechi got bundles, i got a bald head: business is boomin’!
i heard some n-gg-s caught him slippin’ in the whip like, “what you got in there?”
boxed in like that ‘70s show
you know, tried to mash (m-a-s-h) open and seen a chopper air
so, danny, i gotta believe in a parallel universe, and it’s kinda weird
‘cause y’all told me geechi got bundles, but couldn’t weave the extensions that almost got him outta here (hair)?
but wait, bro!
you mean to tell me your gangsta name is bay loc?
is it me, or don’t that sound like the b-tt of a g-y joke?
stay woke
double d’s like pamela anderson, the way they poppin’ out
that just mean i’ll give him what i owed surf will (old surfer) show why they shoulda told bay watch (baywatch) his mouth!
they put a n-gg- wit’ this gangsta rep vers’ a dangerous vet!
it’s on you to bring me comp’, then, (compton) crip
n-gg-, bang your set!
i’ll aim the tec, line him razor-fresh – that mean the blade come next
so i can shoot him, stab him at the same time
left so many holes i made bay a net (bayonet)!
i’ll take a check
your name came wit’ a serious price
get it? they gave john gotti so my fee’ll be right?
that’s how the mafia be, right?
and i’m the don, so i’m above ‘em all
you the capo? no!
get buried – now you the underboss!
cuz or not, they won’t be able to get the blood to stop
any uncool (uncle) feelings? i’mma take it out on cuz and (cousin) pop!
so cross the fine line
all the forces might find is your pupils and your heart
brought a new meaning to “organized crime”
i heard rumors about coffee and how s-xin’ is good
all she known for is (forest) her throat ‘round her neck of the woods
gotti hated on the last n-gg- the best that he could
you could ask him ‘bout that nut he block (nutty bloc)
let him tell it, he just reppin’ his ‘hood
but would it fold ya (folger’s) if i had some of coffee?
now i got sleepin’ problems
i could keep it sweet n’ low, as long as makin’ her cream a (creamer) option
you mad!?
even if you was, n-gg-, too bad
i’ll come to your set trippin’ and put blood on that blue flag
but what kinda nut are you? i’m just askin’, bro
‘cause all men (almond) worry about is the cash used (cashews) to keep a ratchet ho
even if i mack a dame, he’ll (macadamia) know, ‘cause she’ll be glad to go
and be immune, so for what i make her puss stash, she owe (pistachio)
i’m gladly, though
i’m only here ‘cause i’m gettin’ that cash!
it’s a body, and it’s time for you to get in that bag!
so just know, when you get done spittin’ that trash
you know…
(there’s still one more round of me whippin’ that -ss!)
round 1

[round 2: geechi gotti]
i know it sounded cool, y’feel me?
but he still up to his old tricks, and y’all n-gg-s let it work
he said, “bay loc, g-y joke, stay woke”
n.o.m.e. 9 – we already heard that from surf
you still stealin’…
he wanted me to let that sh-t slide
he said “organized crime”
smack volume 3 – i heard that from shine!
you still stealin’!
(f-ck is he talkin’ about!?)
aye, but, good sh-t, john john! (-clap-clap-)
but now i’m finna snap on him
y’all didn’t even catch that i told johnny, “bravo” (johnny bravo), then let it clap on him
the mac on him!
they told me, “don’t slack on him!”

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