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Geechi Gotti vs. Chilla Jones
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We got Geechi Gotti versus...n***a you'se a b*t*h! And you know you in trouble Whoever let you come out here, the must didn't love you .38 to the face Remember we gave Real Deal the chain? It's gon' be the second time I snub you n***a slug you Don't talk, or you goin' over the edge Fans confused like, "Thought it wasn't no distractions on the roof. So how'd he get thrown off?" The .4 spark Bullets go through flesh and break bones Two .40's, you get the ugly modеl; Grace Jones Man I hate Jonеs, I should sock Chilla Pistol whip him Find out how that Glock feel He thinkin' we cool, wanna kick it, I'd rather (k)not Chill The Glock's steel And it came with a drum clip Shoot you and whoever you run wit' Keep shootin' until the gun click Paramedics wanna make sure this pu**y good, they better come (c*m) quick Dumb b*t*h, you a fool to me Knock him down, keep shootin' him 'til he's stankin' The body odor (older); it hit puberty You a fool to me The tool wit' me You know I don't play fair It's plenty straps in the house if I stay there So many .4's in the crib could run a daycare n***a, take care You walkin' to the Gang Land so where is you from? n***a so what Bucket under ya chin for what you throw up Hol' up The .50 blast, all head shots Told my n***as, "All I want is the dome", like the pu**y trash Wit' yo' goofy ass Back in the days I would've robbed you, really had you shook too Man, I set this battle up, so in reality I still booked you Look fool, you can get shot tonight, be a vegetable by the mornin' I'm talkin' brain dead, not workin', it should file for unemployment When I shoot? I enjoy it I be smilin' blastin' You should be used to this You used to not gettin' no crown reaction On God I'm spazzin' He gon' die when the steel blast Bad teacher how I hit him wit' an F and he still passed This n***a Chill trash, and he been a hater I'll air this sh*t out like a ventilator It was a casket, 'til y'all seen Chill in a box; NASA refrigerator I been told y'all, I didn't have to read no book to know how great gats be (Great Gatsby), I'm just realer than y'all Soon as I pull it, surprise (Pulitzer Prize) Chances are your Empire Falls Just like I said n***a, I just found out ski masks were for f**kin' skiing and I wasn't lyin' But didn't matter cause if I wore one, either way I was gon' be slidin' And when it's real y'all can tell You can see it in they eyes, yo' turn, see if you can make n***as believe them lies n***a time
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