Correction Lyrics Goodz vs. Geechi Gotti by URLtv

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They sayin', "Geechi got both belts"
For what? I shouldn't even be explainin' this

{Geechi takes both of his Champion Of The Year belts off and hands them to Rum Nitty}

I ain't even have to brang the sh*t
Mike Tyson/Roy Jones...I ain't gotta be the Champ when I'm the main event
We got Geechi Gotti verse...n***a you'se a b*t*h!
I don't wanna hear no "Tookie", "Crip" or no "Crab" sh*t
Watch ya mouth or I'ma watch it for you on some Math sh*t
And I don't even f**k wit' bruh and I see why he don't f**k witchu n***as
Heard behind the scenes y'all be askin' URL not to book him because he bе punkin' you n***as
What's up witchu n***as?
I'll catch you and Clips
Dome shot leave y'all both with scars, now hе a vegetable
Hell his family "Sit calm" (sitcom), while he plugged up
Cause the docs gon' have to leave Charles In Charge
n***a you gon' have all the bars
Buy the clothes, but the aura don't come wit' it
Tell ya mama, no matter how many caskets she been around, it don't feel the same 'til her son in it
The gun hit him
The lead poppin'
'Til he in the hospital, bed rotten
Tossin' and turnin', legs givin' out, head noddin'
Face swellin' up, mouth foamin', tears droppin'
He losin' so much blood, I don't think they can stop it
He goin' through a lot
His family sittin' through every episode, I got 'em binge watchin'
b*t*h stop it
Cause I done got p*ssed off
30 clip in his mouth
You go from slick to stick talkin'
b*t*h, this b*t*h soft
I was a young blaster, I fell in love, makin' my ops run
That adrenaline made 'em run faster
One shootout, my gun was smokin' so long, f**k around had lung cancer
n***a where is you from?
Whatever you say gon' be the wrong answer
Cause when we go against you, every bullet from the heat goin' in you
And they keep goin' in you
Nurses got out about three shells
But the doctors knew they coulda got more outta you like you ain't reach yo' potential
Which one of these dudes is witchu?
Let me know so I can start dumpin' the chrome
A couple of ya patnas witchu will have you feelin' right at home
Cause y'all know DMX n***as Never Die Alone
Gotti got the throne
I battled Chilla, Magic, Verb, all while I was home
Charlie and Twork, I was wildin' on the road
Quotables, replay value, stop me when I'm wrong
That's five URL battles, I just had to make it known
Whether y'all think I'm 3-2 or 2-3, b*t*h I've been in the zone
Aimin' at his dome
Let it peel through his flesh with hollows
Now they prayin' over Half A Gallon; bless the bottle
You was on ya best vs. Hollow, but you not right now
{Swoosh}
That's how the knife sound
Half A Gallon leakin', he a pint now
What that? n***a pipe down
Whatchu gon' say?
You from that DVD era...and I'm an app n***a?
You damn right
I just don't give a damn
I really used to serve n***as right on the spot, guess that was Instant Grams
You n***as been a fan
Don't talk to me about dope if you can't cook
Considerin' all the heads I've took off n***a's shoulders, they could've been callin' me "Facebook"
Aye look, don't play me bro
All he talk about is money, like his bones can't be broke
I'm talkin', legs bent, back crack
Talkin' to him while I'm breakin' his neck...that's SnapChat
Yeah I'm an app n***a, but I done had way more impact on this culture than half you n***as did
I don't give a f**k if you've been around since Lux, I should be past this n***a then
Goodz, I done shot n***as I done went to school wit'
That oughta tell you I don't give a f**k what class a n***a in
Washed up, we tired of you
Grab the blade, let mine cut you
Give you that white b*t*h hairstyle; the side bubble
n***a my struggle, is not to shoot one of you rappers
I could be usin' these bullets on real ops
As a kid, the big homies gave me spots and pounds just to spray Rugers
The streets ain't a blogger tournament
URL the only ones that don't gon' pay shooters (Shooterz)
Aye stupid, don't play with the mob
I'll let it spray at his top
I got a thousand ten's for this body
Yeah, the parts came with the job
This n***a gettin' robbed, then killed
The docs gon' have to come investigate
Three guns, nah nah, .22 on Goodz
His death sound like an expiration date
f**k the hate from all of them bloggers
n***as like Anwar get on Champion d**ksuckin'
n***a can tell you what battle rappers beat me but can't tell what battle rappers his b*t*h f**kin'
I've been thuggin'

What's up Anwar

I've been thuggin'
I'm fresh off probation ready to chip somethin'
Cause when it's real y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes
Go 'head it's yo' turn...

He looks scared I know
Well let me prepare my flow
Took off some years, they wanted the Slick Talk God back, well here I go
You done stood up here with some killers Geechi
The respected best
But you ain't never stood up here with a n***a that don't move like he paralyzed but still control the room like Professor X
That's star power
You ain't got that kind of glow
Y'all still fear him?
'Til I wheelchair him
Cause with these bald heads I got mind control
Wait, let me find my flow
Hold on
When URL show them bills, it's open field, I go and kill
Never switch my hand
I've been playing the same cards for 12 years, you know the deal
So I'm on it
Just another opponent I hope to kill
But you a slick talkin' mothaf**ka Geechi
The only question is, how the f**k you talk slick to an oil spill with all this skill, n***a?
Y'all can't see through this dude? Y'all that easy to fool?
"Geechi the truth. He's so believable it keep a tool."
Got a drop on the op and start sparkin' it from the balcony
But was hopin' a tree protect him like Groot from Guardians Of The Galaxy
Retarded, y'all n***as gotta be
Save ya damn breath
I don't wanna hear it how you air it, preparin' ya damn TEC
Every battle the same sh*t, somethin' about his man death
n***a you done lost so many friends I'm surprised you got friends left
It's all a script!
With a weak pen to it
I remember NOME 8 you rented a Bentley and made a movie outside...while I was sleepin' through it
URL Build A Rapper, they keep him movin'
And just cause Smack keep givin' him plates, y'all feed in to it
If you eatin', prove it
These fans know I've been gettin' money since I started this
When URL booked me, I get paid so much it look like a partnership
What you do about 20 battles a year Geechi?
Well at least you go hard wit' it
Until I catch him while he writin' and blow his chest and his rap book and really make him put his heart in it
Gun lines and fake jewelry, that's the battle rap starter kit
It's hard as sh*t for y'all to admit that I brung style in here
Yeah, well why they tryin' to cut my part in it?
Ex drug dealer turned business man
Went from a kitchen pan to a business plan
Even in that kitchen pan I had my business planned
You know what I learned from a dope stand?
How to flip a brand
You a different man, we ain't the same, you not special
I don't own a system but I know when you play the game it got levels
And you a fraud a knock off, I dress my jewels up
n***a my chain got stones and rocks on
Geechi your outfit don't cost more than this cologne I got on
Different levels!
He think I'm talkin' prepared battles with nice flows
I'm talkin' levels period, like-like a rare status and live goals
Oh let's not talk about nice hoes
Cause mines a nine from the jump
Sorry to do this on Caffeine but I wouldn't touch Coffee if I was tired as f**k
So don't ever compare...JayBlac...me with a n***a that wear sh*t that I would NEVER would wear
You know what kills me?
How in battle rap we could be praised for actin' so real B
But I don't get no points for me just bein' the real me
Bay Loc let his thing smoke
And y'all be believin' these fake quotes
A gangsta who kill n***as and put 'em in a battle
Oh y'all must be sleepin'; stay woke
This what y'all call "Crippin'"?
Well like Bish this baby wasn't in my plans, abort mission
We 20 deep
Any hatin', is a family vacation, we all trippin'
I got a question
How is somethin' so believable all fiction?
Fakin' tough probably
He ain't spray 'em up Gotti
He just make up (makeup) them bodies like mortician
You bang chrome but ya face known
You ain't never got caught slippin'
I used to carry large pounds, all spittin'
Even though I chilled I never put these arms down like I'm autistic
Seven streams of revenue and you'll be a millionaire
Let's see if doin' 20 battles a year will get you there

Your cologne smell like p*ss and cigarettes
He said his cologne cost more than what I got on
And y'all laughed at this guy
That sh*t cost $150 these Dolce's $1,100 alone, lie detector determined n***a that was a lie
Until you started sellin' cologne
I never heard you promote one business or a brand
You think you let the fans know if you anything goin' out besides battle rap to get some of the support of ya fans
Don't be actin' like you partners with that weed sh*t n***a
That's what we not finna do
They make you promo on your page and do lots of interviews
Busy the bigger name
They get more buzz dealin' with Top that sh*t is true so
Stop actin' like you own it and just tell us one of the n***as that they sponsorin' is you
n***a you got a buzz
They utilize your name for the sales
You don't even smoke
You supposed to know that it's bomb by how it smell?
n***a take this L
You just like the rest of these rappers
Gettin' on stage after gettin' him writin' bars
Knowin' the whole time that's another n***a haymaker
You just actin' like it's yours

Yeah, yeah, yeah he don't rap like. That
Oil spill, this boy get killed

Actin' like it's yours, stop actin' like a whore
You ain't really gettin' money
We can see
How the f**k you supposed to be this big boss? You work for the same company as me!
Plus I get paid more
I mean it ain't, way, way more, but trust me it's way more
He gon' paint the picture that I'm the slave whore
When in reality I'm the n***a doin' the whippin' and gettin' paid for it

{Geechi addresses the noise in the background}
Yeah. They tryin' to hate. Turn that sh*t down. I'm killin' ya boy regardless. Turn that sh*t down man
Your round a little shaky
Ain't no round shaky. These n***as here hear all that construction and bullsh*t

I'm gettin' paid for it
What are you on Goodz?
Smack got rights to ya name, psst- you don't even own "Goodz"
You just a battle rapper who talks sh*t about battle rappers being battle rappers
Make that make sense
We supposed to learn ownership from a n***a that pay rent
You got a regular whip, that sh*t don't need a mention
I guess he always talkin' money cause he tryin' to speak it into existence
To me these n***as b*t*hes
You swung on Jimz, you ain't drop him or do no f**kin' damage
If I swing you goin' to sleep
You ain't wakin' up 'til Summer Madness
You ain't a savage
After that you apologize
It's a whole interview on YouTube still gettin' monetized
Yeah ya daughter gon' have to learn to be a man from her mama side
Cause when it's drama time, I'm callin' ya bluff
You said, "Sorry" for that weak ass punch
b*t*h, that punch was already sorry enough!
Hit a n***a off guard wearin' rings and he look like he was hardly was touched
You on interviews sayin' how you was sorry and such
"I lost my composure. That's something I don't need to do."
And y'all think he tough...I think he a goof
Y'all believe he steppin' on work, I don't believe this dude
You couldn't even stand on the only blow we ever seen from you
You know what else I see from you?
Hangin' with Ah Di
That got me questionin' if you would ever stand Goodz
Hangin' wit' snitches usually get the same consequences that that man would
You go to jail, you would've got poked up in every cell that your ass stood
I'm just sayin', your little corny ass would've ended up a vegetable in the can goods (Goodz)
Where's your manhood?
Y'all can tell that that man's fakin'?
Behind the wall, he the type to get his goods taken
f**k n***a
Prolly used to gettin' D'd up like he playin' Payton
You steady hatin'
On Caffeine, gossiping like a b*t*h
I'm like, "That's what n***as do?"
"Yo who's Fred?"
That's the type of sh*t you've been askin' since Roc & Mook?
Even got Dan Barz and QB put in it too?
I oughta shoot this little goof
Leave his blood and body parts all over the streets
Guess I'm a messy n***a too
n***a you a little way too invested in Tay's sexual preference
Now I'm not sayin' you gay, well I'm kinda suggestin'
Cause when it come to Roc(k) seem like you wanna do a little more than some diamond testin'
Now pause Roc
But if you've been watchin', he been on your balls Roc
And for the record, if any of you n***as play with my name
After the battle, the way y'all been playin' wit' cuz
Gon' f**k around and get y'all all shot
I don't give f**k
I will use that dumb ass face for testin' my strap
Cause I know you pu**y
I just don't think Roc aware (Roc-A-Wear) that's why he let y'all address him like that
But not me though, I'm wit' all the smoke
Act stupid, get shot
Bet them bullets never comin' out like that audio
n***a this all a show
In the streets you don't move how I move
The more money you make is the more money I take when I rob you
Slide through
Like, "Where the f**k is you hidin' the cabbage?
Everybody face down on the flo'." It's the Nate Robinson Challenge
You talk about everybody cool wit', but that's a b*t*h for you
Type of n***a to be one way around y'all
Then when I show up he switch on you
Try and run
Spine shot, now parts of his back switchin' sides
Not even his disc loyal (disloyal)
Cause when it's real y'all can tell, y'all can see it in his eyes
Go 'head...rap

That Ah Di sh*t wasn't true little n***a
I met Ah Di in battle rap...he was a cool little n***a
But did Ah Di snitch? Yeah Ah Di did
Man that's before I knew- man you think I give a f**k what Ah Di did?
In these streets I'm good
You can ask a hater first
Any situation I got into, I bailed out
That's how you show this paper work (paperwork)
Tell the gangstas get they chrome!
Cause Geechi here!
That's right Crip, bang on
f**k all that though, why you dressed like you just came home?
Like why your pants be that baggy and ya chain so long?
I mean look, if I offended you I'm really sorry if I came on strong
Yeah right
But he wanna speak this street sh*t, like I ain't used to get paid off phones
Takin' other drug dealers blocks they used to think they owned
A couple fiends owned us money, but we ain't break they bones
Cause when something real at stake (estate) for closure (foreclosure) we just take they homes
This is boss talk
Simple fact I do the provin'
You a shooter Geechi?
Well I used to give out crack to the n***as that do the shootin'
So confusin'
Y'all rather beef than make money
A n***a that gangbang, well n***a my gang bang for me
This is boss talk
If you still doin' sh*t in these streets you clout trippin'
I guess I'm still in these streets too
Cause I just made 50 grand off of house flippin'
I'm 'bout business
Shakin' hands with the right people
When I walk out my house, I don't see the ops...I see white people
You think I care if ya crew 'bout it?
Any streets or how they move 'round it?
Yeah you still in the hood Geechi, cause you ain't make enough money to move out it
This is boss talk
No simple flossin', bigger costin'
Let me see you Crip Walk cuz
'Til a leg shot, leave him crippled walkin'
Pick a portion or stick to talkin'
That's what you do the best
It's funny, before I walk on stage they tell me, "Break a leg"
I'm on a 12 year run and ain't lose a step
And I do it fresh
Whatchu on? Like a three year run?
You been consistent, a couple of checks made
You were Champion Of The Year
Well try being champion for a decade
Tough guy
But he rhyme flows with his eyes closed
What that tell you?
He can't even see hisself let alone lettin' that .9 blow
What I know, is I'll put a n***a in his place
Like, how you talk all this gangsta sh*t and can't even look a n***a in his face?
I'm the hard [?] to God tier
He scream, "Every f**kin' Bar!"
When ain't even no bars there
He scream, "Every f**kin' Bar!"
To make sure that y'all see some
Then scream, "Every f**kin' Ba-"
Just to cover up for the weak ones
Every f**king Bar
You keep incriminating yourself in these battles and you gon' be behind every f**kin' bar
Stupid
To the real n***as you see through
Only battle rap people and pu**y n***as believe you
Oh, wait until these fans turn on you
They not on your team no more
And URL start actin' funny cause you not that new hot thing no more
Geechi I done seen it before
They gon' count this loss
You never been flat out dead beat?
Well one will put money on this kid come give this child support
Cause he gon' need it
Show his breathin', through the scope I see him
They say when you hot it get cold when you fall, well it's an open season
And growth is needed
I'm just tryin' to show his wheezin'
Cause you can't run this game if you don't know how to control ya breathin'
And URL got him goin', chasin' change he ain't get no bread still
On every card he owe (cardio), well I'm just out here tryin' to tread mil's (treadmills)
Bloody money, red bills, gangbangin', that's the your thing son?
Well I'm into gettin' paper
The only color I fought over were some green ones
I used to be just like you
A fat n***a from the streets, reppin'
Until I tried to buy a house and found out they don't take street credit
Seven streams of revenue you'll be a millionaire
Let's see if doin' 20 battles a year will get you there

He said all that to say that
And you still in the same position as me

Not true

Very true
I guess houses still don't take street credit, cause you still in an apartment too

I'm in a condo. Stupid n***a

They said, "Gotti! When you gon' bring them thirds back?
You know, not that sh*t for these marks on this nerd app
All them lyrical miracle word cats
But for them n***as that really earned stripes."
So for them I'm back for that
Cause y'all deserve that
Y'all heard Smack
"Gotti on his gutta sh*t", that's how I'm rollin'
I remember nights I sold sherm like some kind of potion
Straps, all I had was a stick and that water like I was Moses
I couldn't let them hit it in the spot tho'
It had a funny smell every time they smoked it
That's why when I sold it I had to keep it bottled up like my emotions
Right now I'm focused
House full of percs, Zans and blues
The first come first served, if you snooze you lose
Yeah you can call it a trap house, it's just not ya norm
So many pills and scripts filled it felt like Old MacDonald
sh*t I had a farm (pharm)
E, I owe you (E-I-O-U) an apology
This supposed to be Hart gettin' disfigured, y'all had me confused
I thought the contract was for you, they told me I had a "b*t*h n***a"
These third rounds
I just be reminiscing
I was numb to the murders whenever I was pullin' triggers
Bias crowd, I had no reaction, even though I was killin' n***as
I don't be feelin' n***as
So much pain inside, I think I need a life coach
Cause how I feel most times I can't say inwards (N words) like white folks
The knife poke
Then a slice go, then Half A Gallon drained his life po'
n***a this is my show
You can stop rappin'
I don't give a f**k if you had a gun, you not blastin'
You ain't never been in a shootout 'til the gun was empty; stop cappin'
Cause you know, when the gun empty it- I shouldn't have to finish that
I remember bein' young, sendin' packs
Catchin' my ops, jumpin' out, givin' 'em full contact
I really was a Rare Breed
f**kin' with A-R's and P's (ARP)
Why y'all think URL blocked it and sent me the contract?
Never mind that
That went over heads
Never mind that, I don't need the hate
I grab a blade and take this big b*t*h under ya nose like Stevie J
Believe me, aye
I really was in jails, fightin' for bail before I ever wrote a rhyme
Participatin' in riots, all kinda crime
Squabbling with the ops, just to free my mind
Really givin' n***as Hell in that cell, I was on demon time
n***a these is lines
For the streets and that's it
You got bars but I talk different; it's an accent
The MAC spit
I don't cap when I rap, that's what the nerds do
I really show work, from the block to the curb too
I'm talkin' so much coke I got sick of seein' chickens; I had bird flu
You heard fool?
No debate
I'm talkin' so many pounds I was tired of lookin' at scales, man I was so over weight
No debate, cause I was still trappin'
I'm talkin' every mornin' it was plates and Ziplocs
It was meal plannin'
n***a you got skills rappin'
But my life ain't exaggerated
I was sleep, then ops popped me in my dream, I woke up and retaliated
We don't let nothin' slide
I know a n***a who got killed, his moms couldn't afford the funeral they played it off like he ain't f**kin' died
n***a you'd be petrified if I showed up on Goodz block with a couple of good Glocks
I'm the reason them O.G.'s like you couldn't sell dope in the hood
All them shootings kept the hood hot
Come to my set, Nutty Blocc
You see us write it on the wall spray cans
Yeah I'm ballin' now but I started off a monster in the trenches like Space Jam
Aye man, Ah Di ain't the only snitch you be hangin' wit' either
But don't trip I ain't here to take the gloves off
Just know that I know and you dumb soft
Cause even as a pup I knew, if my dog tail (dawg tell) he get cut off
But when it's real, y'all can tell
See if you can make them believe them lies

2020 had me f**kin' scared
I came out of quaranting with a girl and a f**kin' beard
Look I ain't even know I could grow a beard
I ain't ever picture that
Y'all like, "Goodz. Where you goin' with this?"
Nowhere
This is just a few things I think about while you n***as rap
I don't-
I refuse to listen to this nonsense
All this made up content
About how he reach for the arms but wouldn't touch a n***a in arms length
Off the muscle, I make it stretch double like I'm yawnin'
That calm sniff, got fiends doin' lines underhanded like palm prints
Let's be honest
How do I feel about the Caffeine room?
I wouldn't be happier
So the dumb n***as that don't know I'm actually a better rapper than a battler
Oh you never seen "Cipher Goodz"?
You trippin', pack it up
All facts like, "What happened?" Yup
You know when security be actin' up when you walk inside the club but you got a hat? That's right no cap in (cappin') bruh
I'm mad as f**k
When they say, "All he's got is swag"
That's a fag thing
n***as be goin' against me rappin' 'bout how fresh I am
Like that's a bad thing
Let me explain something to you sloppy dummies
If a n***a who never watched battle rap watched mines for the first time he gon' be thinkin, "Damn. Battle rappers is gettin' A LOT of money."
And I'm into legal money now
That's how you know it's real
When I can drug talk but sit down in a meeting and still close a deal
You local still, I'll give 'em that global feel
He think he winnin' this race until I take over the Sprint like a T-Mobile deal
This gon' be overkill
Like- like no, for real
Like- like battle rappin' ain't hard, you just gotta know ya skill
And mines is locked
Child proof
Unfastenable, wild smooth
I mean [?] floss but I'm the GOAT with the sauce, halal food
Whatchu wanna talk about now fool?
How I'm from the streets?
Scarface was my idol
I had a fiend hit that Roc(k) and thought he was Surfin'
That ain't got sh*t to do with a Gun Title
I got something to run by you
You can have that
This n***a worrying about if his op dropped
n***a if my credit dropped, that's what I'm mad at
Grown man sh*t
I can show you some things you never knew
Like Caffeine deal, cannabis company, real estate, n***a I'm into multiple streams of revenue
Business man but I sold drugs, my dope was above ten
I'm legit now, some people ain't make it out yet
Snitches wired, lookin' for an outlet
Well I'm just here to let you know you ain't gotta be the plug to be plugged in
I'm still connected
I'm talkin' from the office to the block and still respected
You can tell by my watch how I invest my time in rare investments
You pathetic
I don't believe nothin' you happen to speak
You mean to tell me you got time to sell weave, get shot at, go to ya homies funeral and still do a battle a week?
Gangsta Geechi
Remember, you that
But after all this gangsta sh*t you claim you do
How the f**k you got time to remember a rap?
If the chicken right, he'll get his whole family packed
Send a sweet n***a off his style with a casket candy wrapped
Break both his legs, let's see if he'll dance for that
They'll wheelchair him and get whoever else hand he capped (handicapped)
Yeah, before I knew about a Smack I was livin' what I wrote
I'm talkin' 'movin' out Smack, I was gettin' it off a boat
90% of these battle n***as is broke
I commend Smack for givin' n***as some hope
Wait a minute
I damn near haven't snapped on this n***a the whole battle
Well pardon me
You got a Caffeine logo hairline
Iverson rookie braids and little dolphin teeth
I hate you Geechi
Seven streams of revenue you'll be a millionaire
Let's see if doin' 20 battles a year will get you there

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