Geechi Gotti vs. Glueazy lyrics

[Round 1: Glueazy]
First off, I knew this battle wouldn't go so well
When KG booked me and Reepah at the f*ckin' roach motel
But Gotti you cool as f*ck cuz
But Yak said you a b*tch and I shouldn't deal witcha
But I still hit ya, I dent a cool pus*y like twin sisters
The gun on him, I drop bucks on him, we big spenders
Gotti got bundles, well me too we wig flippers
Except I've gone psycho
Shawn Michaels: we chin-kickers
New ratchet, I don't give a f*ck if you Crippin'
Beauty pageant: I'll do numbers on all you b*tches
They say Gotti a killer, well, honestly that's none of my business
'Cause I don't give a f*ck if you is, could give a f*ck if he isn't
Duck or die, it's gon' be the same turnout like it's double-sided
Dominatrix: f*ck the whips and the chains, I come for violence
Run my fade, cause soon as you grip on your pistola
Joey Jihad, you get knocked out and ya whip stolen
Lips swollen, boy I think you trash a wannabe
I murder sh*t, I'm courteous
A head shot, that's code word for you can pass in front of me
You li'l gangsta
Doin' all sorts of stupid sh*t wit' ya fingers
It's gotta be more to Crippin' than shootin' ya bangers
Chill, or get a blade straight to ya grill
Cut out ya tongue, now you can use sign language for real
Ya I blame on him, clock maker put hands on him
I got bangers, banana clips, half moon like my pants fallin'
You don't stand a chance
Candyman, you was buggin' me to death
I could've stayed on the east coast and battled me a vet
But f*ck it, I took a pay cut to battle on the west
Cause you don't even have a battle where Smack stood in the middle yet
Smack don't even know who you are, you just a lil' threat
Baby bulldog off the chain, the sh*t a Giga pet
Fall back, 'fore your moms in all black like a silhouette
L.A. in '97, I make a BIG-ger mess
Try to flex, yeah I catch ya b*tch she a goner
The Eagle sing and make that ho tell (Hotel) California
I'm on ya
Yeah I don't just rap I'm a performer
Mortal Kombat, after he get whooped, see a cracker poppin' from the corner
Yeah you lightweight, you don't even meet the fight weight
I'm from a town where an ounce of coke look like a rice cake
Trap jumpin', I'm talkin' brown bag specials like sack lunches
And we pack a hundred shots for Nutty Blocc: I'm Crab-huntin'
How you want it? I have you set up for nothin' and snuff him, you like that
Even my setups are punches
I run sh*t
Side note, I drive-by with my eyes closed
.50 Cal' lettin' it sing
Rodney King, you catch a case from the 5-0
Mind blown, yeah, see how I travel the globe to get my rhyme on?
Now I'm pullin' wins (winds) from everywhere like a cyclone
You ain't gon' realize you lost until ya ride home
When I pull a stick, figure this is where the line's drawn
I'm signin' on, yeah while you b*tchin' we switchin' time zones
Swish swish, yeah the blade will have ya fallin' off ya limbs like a pine cone
Gluey this, Gluey that, well tell 'em Gluey back
And if you seein' this
That just mean the footage came out
And what you see? Murda Mook: another rapper gettin' smoked by puttin' his foot in his mouth
Carolina
[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
They got Geechi Gotti versus...n*gga, you'se a b*tch!
Plus, you not impressive to me
That's why this box came with a body like pregnant pus*y
Stanley Tookie, they was hopin' this shot helped kill the Crip
But lately I've been on some different sh*t
Get pistol-whipped 'til he brain-dead
Now his words don't mix with his actions like a hypocrite
I'm with the sh*t, Gotti known to keep a pistol
You dyin' today...why you think they sent the Reaper witchu?
My G official
What you gonna try to convince them I ain't really from Compton or a Crip?
Nice try, I'm certified plus bar wise you ain't really much con' for the Crip
Now I'm finna trip
Cause you ain't f*ckin' wit' me, I don't even know why you attemptin' to
I'm talkin' bar for bar, you gotta just listen Glue
I could get disrespectful, kill you in front ya kid
He gon' be missin' you, the last thing he remember is smellin' the scent of ya dead body, but that's typical
Cause white kids known for sniffin' Glue
Now pace yourself, it's different Glue
Now y'all know Pace? That's different glue, now this the truth
Stuey buried Reepah, now I'm finna stack ya body on top of his ass
That's Glue on paper like arts and craft
We can do this sh*t the easy way, or we can go grimy route
Pistol to his lips, y'all gon' watch him suck the tip like Tiny mouth
What I'm about? Murder
n*gga the streets know the business ask around
I'm known for knockin' all over the hood like Jehovah Witness, bro ya finished
So get ya chin tapped, like cell phones or I can snap
And put the pound to his chest like a jail song
What the hell wrong with all these white boys thinkin' they can rap?
See, I gotta blame Marshall
The flame spark you
Mini .40, get a small cap in the middle of ya dome like Hey Arnold!
They ain't warn you?
Somebody should've told you, "Don't f*ck wit' Gotti cause he reckless."
Every time it's a homicide, but this time the murder scene look beach-themed
Cause every shell got Glue on it like a sea necklace
Y'all remember when I told y'all to get the gun powder how I had to p*ss on my hands?
That sh*t was real true, y'all will never understand
How that kept me outta jail too
I was just way too polished to leave any evidence after I nail Glue
Ladder hangin' out the strap
He was dead as soon as I drew on him
Code word: Gotti got bundles
(What's that mean?)
These extensions got Glue on 'em
Tool on him, in his face, shut up b*tch don't make a sound
Got his kid watchin'
They like, "Nah, Gotti, not in front of his child."
I look at him
2Pac voice, like, "n*gga there's gon' be some stuff you gon' see gon' make it hard for you to smile."
I'll smile at you in the casket, like "Ha ha, you a dead man."
Head shot, docs wrappin' gauze around they sh*t lookin' like a headband
Yeah man, I talk crazy, 'cause I know how to use a gun proper
One pop up, toss his wig back, like when a b*tch claim she unbothered
What's your problem? 'Cause you will get shot if you trippin'
Blaow, the impact put pieces of cuz on his b*tch
So when you see her pickin' Glue out her head she ain't tryin' to cut them extensions
Give a f*ck if they dissin'
They say Gotti all gun bars
Well with that said another head shot
Code word: Lamar & Khloe
(What the f*ck that mean?)
After the ring, this white b*tch gon' end up wit' a crackhead
Head of the west, they knew I was gon' kill him
Only question is, if I'ma do it fast or slow, don't matter
You see him on stage talkin' to a bald head, it ain't the Montel Williams Show
I don't feel him bro, cause yo' name Justin Driver
So on the missions you never shot, you was just a driver
You should just retire
I ain't even wanna battle you
See you should know why I'm upset
'Cause you a has-been, clearly I'm up next
The whole staff know that I'm a threat
Plus I asked for somebody from the DMV, so clearly this is Driver's test!
Why I'm stressed? Cause I think you a b*tch
I can give you 'bout fifty reasons
Prolly think it's all good til them Boyz N The Hood give you that Ricky treatment
Y'all seen the movie, y'all seen how it could go
But that's what happen when you roll up 'round scavengers
Ya back would (Backwood) get smoked
And when it's real, they can tell, they can see it in they eyes
Go ahead n*gga see if you can make n*ggas believe them lies
Time
[Round 2: Glueazy]
So KG set you up, thought he was your guardian angel
Funny sh*t is, I'd body him too if he don't put up his guardian angel
But they say you have Snake Eyez soon, right?
Dawg, that's a bad career move
I wouldn't do it, he's trash
Look, but you kinda remind me of Snake Eyez too
Cause ya stupid and I look at you as one of my pupils
You rappers weak, ain't none of y'all as tough as you pretend you are
AK, and I got it for the weak like a rental car
Y'all fake, that chopper in the air like car chases
That AK feels safe in my hands in all states
b*tch, we law-breakers
Go 'head, call up jake if y'all racist
But don't sleep on white boys, we draw on faces
Y'all basic as f*ck, but I doubt Gotti is fearin' it
Cause when the shotty hit Gotti, Gotti gon' have an out-of-body experience
Now watch me work, it's like I'm fightin' myself, I'm Tyler Durden
Plus the gun bark, the semi on roof like Higher Learning
But I ain't hurtin', they say Gotti the best he spit it perfect
Even my ex cheated, meanin', I'm used to gettin' done dirty while I'm workin'
It's whatever, bring ya fam' you gettin' blammed together
Kidnapped, tied up, let 'em stand together
Big cannons, drama pop but my hands is better
Marcus Camby: I'm the Glue that held ya fam' together
Yeah, I'm fat, white, ugly as f*ck, but I'm a ladies man
In L.A., pullin' b*tches through the telly like Carol Anne
One torch, be on ya front porch like a telegram
I'll beat ya ass into depression: Cinderella Man
Tell him, fam'...you like to p*ss on yo' hands?
Eww! Don't dap me!
I don't really care how many pistols you shoot...just don't slap me!
Cause that's sh*t nasty
But you out here fakin' for the win
I tried to listen, dietitian: my patience gettin' thin
Try it next time, I'm Glueaz' you gon' respect mine
JayBlac, I debate battles with a TEC-9 (Tech 9)
Yeah, play violent, and y'all can di*k-ride him while the plane flyin'
JFK, that mean you get shot for the wave-ridin'
I sat back, watched the whole past me and I ain't havin' that
Smack don't even call my phone, but I ain't mad at that
Cause me and you? Gon' clip for clip let's have a ladder match
I hit you wit' this big head baby then do the Cabbage Patch
Matter of fact, Ryda and Jakk, y'all fine where y'all at
Click it or ticket, we all ride with a strap
So come and see about me
I'm cold-hearted but them heaters 'round me
Fake thug, I make you taste blood when you speak about me
Yeah, say somethin', I'll break somethin', don't bring your freak around me
Or I'll pistol whip her, yeah, crack her in the head like she thinkin' 'bout me!
So if you C-Walking, I'm shootin' everybody I see walkin'
And f*ck Profecy, I'm The Prophecy like C. Walken
And Danny Myers, yo' b*tch ass next, so keep talkin'
Carolina!
[Round 2: Geechi Gotti]
You sure let n*ggas pump yo' head up
Whoever said he wins, sell him a dream, gun wit' a beam, it's paid fo'
Only n*ggas who ain't got the greens borrowed (Greensboro)
My team thorough
Kill him in Fayetteville but Rocky Mount where they found him is
Funeral service was held in a Chapel, he'll (Hill) be a closed casket while his family rally (Raleigh) around him
Charlotte, Winston Salem, Fayetteville, Rocky Mount, Chapel Hill, Raleigh, was that hot, am I lyin'?
I just figured I'd kill him usin' his city so he can feel at home while he dyin'
And he dyin' today, it's the mafia
Plus it's 4th Quarter b*tch you heard right
I'll put a price on ya head, that's money over the cap like bird rights
He saw Nitty chuck up the fo' and thought it was good
He was just signalin' Dre in the back with the murder
He read Rum (redrum) backwards and end up gettin' murdered
It's Murder She Wrote, b*tch n*gga it's yo' story
Shooter had a mask on
You wouldn't find out who popped if you're Maury
n*gga you sorry, so let me find out you gettin' tough
It's like when the coach don't feel like you good enough
n*gga you gettin' cut then a blade in him
But we used to seein' Glue gettin' stuck, I don't give a f*ck
n*gga who give a f*ck?
I'll run in yo' house shootin'
I'ma kill you, ya mama, if ya grandma there she gotta die too
n*gga I got enough shots for everybody
n*gga, even the kid got a bald head like Caillou
Ryu, wanna Street Fight? All you get (Hadouken) is shot, n*gga two in ya top
You heard about a lot of killers
n*gga, me? I'm the worst kind, head shot, half ya brains in front of him, then tell him go wit' his first mind
n*gga mind ya business, if you don't want no type of action
Or get hit by the kid, that mean the nine will smack him
That's hits from the Smith like Jazzy Jeff
Or blaow, watch a bald head put smoke in his sh*t like when Stanley left
n*gga left side of the map, you can ask around
I'm official dawg, these straps hold rounds bigger than O'fficial bras
Go get ya dawgs, I'll neuter 'em
These bullets teach a lesson, I'll let the shots tutor him
Yeah, I was young playin' with guns, you need a prime example?
I used to keep the baby Nina in the house
Til the ratchet grew up and start smokin' like Maia Campbell
n*gga ya life's in shambles
They say if you hang wit' a rat then you gotta be snitchin'
Where I'm from, them n*ggas caps get peeled like they got a prescription
You'll get shot if you trippin'
Glue you not no soldier
We got a lot of guns, you can get hit with the K after the text (TECs) like this convo over
Overkill, n*gga this a messy murder
Bet his crew want everything but beef; that's a veggie burger
This fat ass n*gga don't even got no eyebrows
Up here lookin' extra weird
Slicin' under the neck til he leakin', lookin' like he got an extra beard
Yeah the west is here, b*tch I've been the truth
You can see the difference in our success and your career's the proof
See cause I took off outta nowhere, they like, "Who is this dude?"
While yo' career goin' slow and it hurt, n*gga that's a wisdom tooth
I'm wise beyond my years, I ain't gotta floss
I done seen murders close range like befo' the shot n*ggas actin' like some kinda boss
After the shot, brains lookin' like pulled pork with Carolina sauce
You all kind of soft, but like yo' last battle, every bar New Jersey brought was way too tough for you
Broke n*gga in the strip club, we all seen that twerk (Twork) was too much for you
And you said, "Yeah alright, Glue 2-1"
I'll pull it on you have everybody in ya fam' leakin'
That's a gang of white sheets, top of white bodies looks like a Klan meetin'
And you said Jakkboy would beat me, so you ridin' wit' him?
You got his? That's cool he just died
Stiff body you gon' end up same posture that's what you get for defendin' a Ghost and you ain't James Proctor n*gga
And when it's real you can tell, like he can see it in they eyes n*gga
Third round see if you can make n*ggas believe them lies

[Round 3: Geechi Gotti]
Gotti, they been talkin' 'bout you, they said you got this West Coast crown
But they ain't see you lose to TY in front of that East Coast crowd
But then you use the same rounds against Stuey, how am I supposed to respect you now?
Oh I get it, they had to put Glue on you to hold the west coast down
I ain't them other guys, big blade I get to cuttin' guys
So if you get a gut feelin', it's just these butterflies
Long blade, leg your leg sawed off in a quick second
f*ck him, he'll go out on a limb like he just guessin'
And you'se a b*tch, and everything Geechi in the south, shots screechin'
But that's just Gluey geekin' for the crowd
Only thing they'll tweet about is how you bleedin' out the mouth
I'll pistol whip him, then let off the handle slow like I'm sneakin' out the house
How you sell bundles and frontals and y'all swear he illa

[Geechi Gotti]
Closers too

[Glueazy]
I'll choke Gotti with 2 Chainz I'm a hair weave killer
I switch it on him, Glueazy the stick is on him
He gotta pay cause this hairpiece is wiggin' on him
White boy, the grip is on him
Finger in the nose, cause these hood boogers is pickin' on him
You'se a hater, you ain't gotta be rich to make the paper
Geppetto, wake up to the nose and meet ya maker
Top gunner, box cutter: I will filet ya
T-Top tweetin', meanin' I'm goin' back and forth with the razor
I don't get you, Gotti, like who you tryin' to be?
I got a Crip homie that went to the Army, he was tryin' to succeed
Left his hood for good, traded in his 9 for fatigues
And they shot him up, man he literally died overseas (over C's)
I'm in these streets too so I don't care if you packin' a ratchet
But play 2Pac and get two pops, like ya daddy a faggot
You rappers pus*y, been duckin' like you owe me some bread
These shots are too much for 'em, they in over ya head
So take ya best shot
I Will Smith 'em: I'm a Deadshot
Talk crazed and arms cross the waist like X-Pac
Chest shot, five will have him walkin' like Red Fox
Scorpion, I got pool over here like a rest stop
What you didn't know? Is it really not apparent? Like a step pops?
That if the cans spray it ain't San Andreas Fault when the west drop
Just stop, you wanna know if I popped J Reeve
I show and proved that, that white angles cool for you, I'm sure you'll use that
But I shoot back, so if you don't think I'll do that, bet
Tay Roc in a pool, you get ya doo rag wet
This sh*t depressin', cause back when you was sendin' me messages
On Facebook like, "You nice Glue", where was all this hidden aggression?
Oh I get it, the camera's on, now you liftin' yo' weapon
Well I ride with a sweeper and I put the house on that like the Wicked Witch of the Wesson
I bet I'll f*ck yo' b*tch! But she won't ever shut up
So for that and some throat, random note, Glue a letter cut up
I'll squab witchu, got issues with Gluey than knuckle up
Or get a butcher knife under ya chin, that's an upper cut
Geechi Gotti, you all gangsta gangsta you need a hobby
It's ironic how this a face shot but it's a body
They watchin', on URL I gets busy, big fifty
The stick tall like Stick Stickly, this sh*t's iffy
That a fifty ain't goin' away
They said, "Don't go to L.A."
Well look where I'm at, I came to L.A. and I know what they'll say
The hood gon' say you a disgrace
'Cause you don't ever let a white boy scream in ya face!
Carolina man

[Round 3: Geechi Gotti]
This n*gga look like a cop, in my hood we wouldn't accept nor trust Driver
Prolly use him as a crash dummy, you know a stunt driver
Look at him, this n*gga ain't no gangsta
Think Arsonal, from the look we ain't never picture you a bus(t) Driver
But f*ck Driver cause I'm from the streets
Where n*ggas get called "deadbeats" cause the mama keep the kid from 'em
n*ggas get a lil' bit of money and forget the sh*t you did for 'em
Times you don' slid for 'em
I know n*ggas that's willin' to die for n*ggas that ain't even willin' to live for 'em
But see when it come to the murder all my n*ggas do that sh*t for fun
I know n*ggas that got better relationships with they guns than they do with they sons
See the sun don't even shine in my city, somebody gotta pray for it
Back of the head wit' the shotty
Watch the truth come out his mouth like he straightforward
Yeah, with no rewind, you get one shot, it ain't a double play
Gang bangin' wasn't even a choice for us
Nine times outta ten you was gonna be from whatever hood ya mother stay
But f*ckin' A, jail or death, we already knew the consequences
This sh*t ain't by mistake
I seen my dawg take 25, he said, "Loc I gotta treat this sh*t like prom"
I said, "Whatchu mean?"
He said, "sh*t, at least I got a date."
It's a lot hate and built up anger inside my heart
That's from my lifestyle comin' up
You white so, you prolly learned about the birds and the bees, usin' condoms for protection
We learnt about the B's and the C's, usin' Glocks for protection
n*gga I was finger f*ckin' a pistol before I ever touched a sl*t
I'm just sayin', I was really out here bustin' guns before I ever bust a nut
And I can't chill, until every n*gga in the buildin' feel I'm a star
On the missions, if you ain't never killed sh*t, n*gga you couldn't even get in the car
n*gga that's Blood In and Blood Out
But that's the lifestyle when you truly Crippin'
I seen n*ggas die before they even had a relationship wit' God
We always figured they went to Heaven if they buried them in True Religion
But that's just cause we lost n*ggas
That's why we usually found a lil' bit of truth in that Lux round
But Maine I'm a Jakkboy I'm used to havin' n*ggas with both arms up like a touchdown
Street n*gga, we like the jewelry bust down
Yeah I done seen a whole lot of n*ggas gunned down
So used to the shots, I don't even got to see I can tell you what they shootin' by the gun sound
n*gga what now? Y'all bring this white boy to the set
Bet he don't do sh*t if it pop off
But he up here rappin' gangsta, tryin' to convince y'all that he not soft until he gets shot
Then the Glock toss, think yo' grandma hair with a gust of wind; this wigger (wig will) get knocked off
See in my city, that sh*t like a different world
Compton, I was out there hittin' licks when Dr. Dre was out there hittin' girls
Straight Outta Compton, you prolly liked the movie, you think it's a classic
I think it's a lie, cause most the people I know makin' it straight outta Compton in a casket
n*ggas be [?], I'm talkin' fresh to death
I draw somethin' on him, what him shake before he erase like an Etch A Sketch
n*gga protect ya neck
These hollows will stretch a busta
And best believe, these b*tches Burn like sex wit' Usher
Head shot after head shot, b*tch I meant to do it
It's blood everywhere, I'm like, "f*ck I should've worn gloves
Instead I got Glue all over my hands like an elementary student
n*gga student of the game, I don' learnt lessons, like you gotta earn everything
Like you gotta earn blessings
Like yeah I believe in God but I ain't never ask for forgiveness after a body
I ain't even finna play wit' 'em, I usually ask befo', so I can get away wit' 'em
The K hit 'em- matter of fact, f*ck all that, I wanna send a shout out to all them single mothers out there losin' they sons to gun violence
Cause half of 'em don't even know sh*t they sons be doin'
If you told 'em, they prolly look at you like you stupid
Like take mines for example, she never knew I had guns til I went to jail for a shootin'
n*gga shoot or get shot
Yeah, if I ain't stick to the G code I prolly would've never made it Like, "Shoot first loco." I seen a gang of n*ggas die because they hesitated
You know how many n*gga hit they mama's phone like, "I'm on my way home", but never made it?
Do you know how many n*ggas tried to rap to make it out the hood but never made it?
See I done seen n*ggas catch L's on they first offenses
Patna snitch, we couldn't catch him so we murked his b*tch
n*gga this lifestyle is not a movie, nor is it make believe
A lotta these n*ggas wanna be Crips until they end up paralyzed
Some of 'em want to be Bloods until a n*gga make 'em bleed
So don't come to my city actin' like this sh*t's some kinda joke
n*gga it's a pleasure to battle me, you up here with a Loc
Straight up so I don't give a f*ck about none of them punches, them bullsh*t King Kong bars you throw
Keep thinkin' you a Gorilla Glue and end up gettin' smoked
And when it's real, they can tell, like you can see it in they eyes
So go 'head hope y'all didn't believe them lies
n*gga mob