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Geechi Gotti vs. Hollow Da Don
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We got Geechi Gotti…versus… N***a, you’se a b*t*h! And it’s a gang of examples to prove the fact You got your a** whooped by a n***a wit’ gla**es Math said you was in that ocean splishin’ and splashin’ Your ex-business partner said you got on the phone wit’ the cops when it was time to get wit’ that action So I don’t wanna hear no gangsta sh*t out yo’ mouth My n***a, I’m warnin’ you Or it’s gon’ be Hollow in the casket That’s Da Don in the box: 1942 N***a, I got a .40, too! I’m in love wit’ guns Plus I had my run wit’ drugs I was shavin’ rocks before I even knew what it was The big homies just told me if the dime was too fat, you supposed to sell it for a dub Plus I was movin’ the bud to make my count higher That mean I was good wit’ the Razor and Diesel like the Outsiders When in doubt, fire It ain’t no math with this Go against me? Every n***a in yo’ fraction hit You know the Order of Operations! When sh*t don’t add up, my last option is start subtractin’ sh*t! This n***a asked for this! I was scary in my prime Ask my old opps Them my ex-‘ponents They the reason why I’m still carryin’ the .9 Every F**kin’ Bar, man (*The audio on the Caffeine stream cuts out for 16 seconds*) -I’ll let it spray, it’s not a Secret I was a kid leavin’ older n***as stinkin’ N***a, you tweekin’! You tweekin’ if you think makin’ it outta this lifestyle not a blessin’ We ain't headed to the club. but you still gotta watch how you dressin' And pourin' out liquor for the dead homies is considered bottle service in my section N***a! Quit flexin'! 'Cause I don't give a f**k if you got a lil' boy, lil' girl Dawg- Listen, I don't give a f**k if you got a lil' boy, lil' girl When that heat spray I'll pop your son, daughter B*t*h, I'm D. Wade! N***a, you know how WE PLAY!? This a body! All the fans gon' witness! Knock you out, then stomp on that L.O.M. clothing I stand on business! B*t*h! You like to put yo' hands on b*t*hes!? Wait, that's the other Don I got somethin' big and black to go against these n***as That's my uncle Thom' (Tom) N***a, f**k is wrong? You starin’ at the worst killa Befo’ IG and Snapchat, I really used to murk n***as They always looked different in that casket I’m tryna tell y’all death was the first filter This ain’t rehearsed, n***a! I remember shootin’ it like this, and be mad when I missed Damn, I was p*ssed! Then the OG told me it’s like “Rock, Paper, Scissors” when you squeezin’ that trigger Hand over fist! Every F**kin’ Bar! Make him rap! Man, you a b*t*h! Sometimes, that gun be so loud, everything starts movin’ slow It feel like it don’t even make noise Dawg, I got the clip wit’ the drum That’s the magazine wit’ the t**s like Playboy Aye, listen Listen, listen Aye, listen Aye, boy, I had that AK and I really was ten toes To Heaven’s Gates I done sent souls So many bodies on the chopper, it looked like the A-Team intro N***a, you don’t know what you in fo’ My profession is killin’ I used to listen to oldies like Marvin Gaye when I got prepped for a killin’ I remember I got shot, the bullet got stuck They said I might be paralyzed That was a hell of a feelin’ Went home, made my baby mama suck my d**k to see if it still work Now that was “Sexual Healin’” N***a, you don’t live how I’m livin’! If I spray, then shoot Yo’ chances of survivin’ is zero (Z-Ro), cousin My tre (Trae) Tha Truth! Listen! It’s no escape for you! If you not there when I spin, I’mma be outside your crib You still gon’ die in the Future when this Drac’ (Drake) hit you, ‘cause I’ll ‘Wait For U’ B*t*h, there’s no escape for you! Yeah! It’s no escape for you! This n***a hit my line when he was in L.A. like, “Gotti, I got some trouble. Could you bring me the steel?” I’m like, “N***a, just bring it back when you done wit’ the drill.” Long story short, I never showed up I was hopin’ bruh would get killed DJ Envy wife: you shoulda known I wasn’t comin’ (c*mmin’) for real! What the f**k is the deal!? I’ve been shot - you don’t wanna be that I’ve seen death - you don’t wanna see that My partner beat a murder, came home, got shot That was my first time seein’ him fight for his life twice It was a rematch N***a, we strapped! Every F**kin’ Bar, man! Make him rap Round 1, n***a Houston, what’s up, cuh? Gotti…we in Texas And I’m really wit’ them guys You know- (*Hollow takes off his sungla**es and pa**es them to NuNu*) I need him to see it in my eyes Enough of the stories You ain’t live Y’all call this art? I feel like I’m watchin’ paint dry I don’t believe this b*t*h’ll pick up a stick in Shanghai We know ya mayne died Ya moms got cataracts, she can’t drive And at age 9, he dropped out, he was yay-high Is it a yay high? I mean, you should be afraid! This a freight ride! What he gon’ get saved by? A bell? When I rock everybody on Bay side?! (Bayside) Like I said, you in Texas, n***a Down here, they’ll make Batman sit in jail Lock up a churchgoer They’ll deny a Christian bail (Bale)! I seen a young’un turn cold-blooded He got sick of cells (sickle cell) Missed college, and when he got shanked, he ain’t get to yell (Yale) I know dead n***as TOO, Geechi!
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