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"Ave vs. Geechi Gotti"

[Round 1: Ave]
They finally got a n*gga out west
So I guess the people need a movie to see
Y'all want a couple G's to face, well that sh*t Gucci to me
See, some of y'all probably ain't heard of me much
Just know that it can go down once sh*t gets started like a courtesy flush
I heard he tough, so what? Alright, y'all tellin' me he bang
So now I'm supposed to be psyched 'cause of all these felonies he claim?
Man let him try me here tonight
Bro the second we exchange
Think Eddie out the script: sh*t, life will never be the same
I ain't gon' entertain the lip and discussion
Off the hip and it's bustin'
The baby .40: that's Benjamin Button
b*tch, I ain't bluffin', gun-buttin' will split your lil' hottie
Meaning I will take the four and whip your boo, Gotti
I ain't c*cky, I'm just a n*gga trained for the problems
sh*t, I used to drown my pain with a bottle
Got on my hustle, then sold 'caine by the dollar
You know the model, like a b*tch on top
Ride too good, sh*t I came from the bottom
I'm not them sucka-ass scary men that had that merry end
There times we ate with nothin' but fish, I'm pescatarian
Carryin' somethin' smaller on point like Muggsy Bogues
Made my money off of elbow moves, I'm Dusty Rhodes
Yeah I took this on the road and I ain't carin' or bother
I'm from Norfolk and I'm headin' back there come tomorrow
But see I came out here prepared with them hollows
Call my Compton shooter
Them same bullets that I'm airin' will follow
I'm not gon' dip all strange 'cause he gon' get y'all lames
Let him trip, it's enough to get whoever's involved slain
That yap will spit long range, equipped with a clear clip
You'll see what move through the machine like a pinball game
You think I'm playin'?
Let him send some sh*t from his hood at me
You'll get your Nutty buddies a box like Lil Debbie
'Cause we ready, artillery? Heavy, the clips is loaded
Mine gave me like 30 to get out: eviction notice
And he know this sh*t ain't bogus
I'm rollin' with all kinda heaters
Oh they eatin'? Well I'm findin' his b*tch, slide to this meetin'
Once she help me set him up on the grind I'm pinky thinkin'
She'll get ate 'cause she gave me the Nut, b*tch now we even
See, this how we rock, trust me
He come his work Monday?
I'm showin' up Wednesday brotha: that's Pugsley
I snatch his crowns, take the n*gga can' off his belt
Get squeezed on by your own arms, dance wit yourself
I don't need help, 'cause I'll take the hands and just embarrass ya
Have them question marks on your face like hidden characters
I'll whip this n*gga Gotti, will his n*ggas hit me? Prolly
Just know I'm 'bout to get back fast: that's Ricky Bobby
So tell me how you wanna take it partner? My range is farther
Got homies with blue and red stripes: Jamaican lagers
I can either break his jaw or make it harder
Leg shots, doc predicted he'll never get around like hatin' bloggers
Don't mention me with the talkers, 'cause I ride bottom line
Whether lettin' them shots fly or be quiet about the crime
Cali singer how he dyin'
What y'all ain't catch that?
Get a rope 'round your neck tat: I'll tie Dolla Sign
f*ck ya grind 'cause ya always whine about the raw he pump
How we hard and got heart, cuz, lettin' that .40 dump
Till they in court, off course that's when the different story come
See, now he tellin' everything from a bench: he Forrest Gump
See, that's these hoes scary conscious
Part of the reason why we see cons is over the tongue like old Larry Johnsons
It's nonsense, once they time hit they foldin' over
Only trained to blow smoke, so don't give the Loc a motive
I told him to show respect for me
Knife to the neck will be
The reason you cut from bein' nutty, like a vasectomy
So now that we in mix and you think I'll take a loss
Think of Dolph and y'all see Gotti ain't killin' sh*t

[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
I'm fresh outta jail, out on bail, California dreamin'
Soon as I step on– man why the f*ck y'all got me battlin' Ave?
T-Top just killed you: that's a Camaro crash
The barrel blastin', hit his heart
He heard the bang but ain't hear that he see the rounds like they in the vault
Man what you thought?
I wouldn't be on my disrespect? n*gga, you's a b*tch!
n*gga and that's a fact, mind is a Snapple
They say all these young n*ggas shoot guns, well I'm an example
I'm the one your mama warned ya about
Wet your crib up, we like to storm in ya house
I shoot first, f*ck the consequences, I let y'all worry
Just know the tre got a ugly kick and a bald head like Marbury
My arms sturdy, lookin' at ya youngin' with the chrome out
Like JC last drop: you'll see the kid chest get blown out
n*ggas be bluffin', that's till the heat sparkin'
It's blaow, let n*ggas see Ave brains: that's street smarts
The weak part? Is how he thinkin' he way past me
But he ain't actually, 'cause see I was in jail writin' about head shots
I know the Outdated Bar Committee ain't happy
But f*ck it, I figured I'd cook his noodles 'cause the tre nasty
Ay, Avey, you dead, ain't no comin' back
Yeah I f*ck with cuz, I ain't frontin' that
But Smack said kill him so guess who I'm gunnin' at
No hard feelings, think Al Capone cigarillos
n*gga, we only smokin' you because of Smack!
Man you f*ckin' wack
I'm a gang banger, super Crip, my hip come with the gun attached
Petty n*gga, you dump at me, b*tch I'm dumpin' back
Multiple shots, that's different pops
Doc's tryin' to figure out, "Whose son is that?"
My n*gga, you remind me of 2Pac though
Not 'cause of your bars or because the hood feel you
It's just we seen you throw punches on cam
But we still think Suge killed you!
You know I'm a shooter, I ride around wit' it on me
I don't even keep it tucked
Half the time, it's already in my hands
I ain't the n*gga to beef wit' bruh
While you reachin' for yours, I been already bust
How y'all think I popped so many n*ggas?
I know my pull-out game weak as f*ck!
Man sh*t can get real, that's when the trollin' stop
And you surrounded by real gangstas who patrol the block
Like f*ck where you from, is you gon' fold or not?
Or it's game gang till it's bang bang
Now y'all really a Cave after I put a hole through Roc
Now look, you run with YK, that's cool
'Cause these cannons will shoot through ya vest
Smack his dome and put young on you like a paternity test
f*ck yo squad, all of them goofs
When you see the Crip on the side the chef with the biscuit, it ain't Martha & Snoop!
Dawg, you must be Ready to Die, don't know Biggie
I can make it happen, K guns clappin'
Kill you, then aim for your boss
You better hope it jam, Roc
And not them songs them Jamaicans rappin'
I'm wrapped up in the streets, got a brand new b*tch
Bust it, they'll wanna hide
'Cause the ratchet came from overseas like a mail-order bride
I kick in the do', wavin' the fo'
Ya little n*gga run up, I'ma get to knockin'
First shots for him
Had to get the kid out the way early like Christmas shoppin'
b*tch what's poppin'?
I'll run up on yo chick like who you flexin' on?
Pistol whip her, back of her head wit it
Burner on her neck like granny wit the pressing comb
The west is home, I'm from Nutty Blocc, that's a Crip town
It's kill or be killed, you better lay down or get down
The chopper make you sit down
n*gga if you get shot out here, that ain't nothin' new
Just a VA n*gga in Cali with Blood comin' out his mouth, he Chris Brown
"Another rapper found dead", that's all they had in the news
Masked up, so you don't see the n*gga behind the shot like Vlad interviews
Got Ave in the view of the scope, I'm street watchin'
The bullets hit his chest
He {breathes heavily} sound like he beat boxin'
If we boxin'? n*gga I'ma f*ck you up
f*ck a blade lookin' like a seat belt tryin' to buckle up
We just knuckle up: right, left, uppercut
That's both arms swingin' and my n*ggas jump in: that's double-dutch
You double f*cked, if I pop out, n*gga the Glock out
And I'm shootin' till the guns stop bangin' like prison dropouts
No cop outs, there's sensors on the gun, I'm heat seekin'
If the beef on, n*gga I'm keep it on, me and my n*ggas comin' through twice a week on Ave like street sweepin'
n*gga he tweekin', I ain't just get on b*tch I been straight
Face shot, get a chin plate, DOA
Got n*ggas missin' Ave like an inmate
n*gga you from Norfolk, right?
n*gga you a long way from home, don't end up missin'
I'll have a VA G in a f*cked up position
n*gga you pus*y, straight like that
Head shot him, vegetable status
Now his mama gotta decide whether to pull the plug
Or if she think he straight like that!
And when it's real, dawg can tell you, can see it in they eyes
So go 'head see if he can make us believe them lies
n*gga times

[Round 2: Ave]
Some of y'all n*ggas got me f*cked up
Like I can't bare pressure from the hair dresser
As if I'm supposed to be scared over stares and his hand gestures
All these threats on how he make guns work
Like "Cuz wait, I'ma murder that snake, after I do this lace one first."
That's why I ain't worried a lil' bit
Why pack the team when I'm Zach Lavine
Meanin' I left the Wolves for this Bull sh*t
See gassin' ain't gonna save y'all, dude
We all knew that the pen is where Gotti dies, this sh*t is déjà vu
For those of you that don't catch me
Think killa mafia dude, got a ball with the pen, I'm Joe Pesci
So I guess he just a Smack check stop
Somethin' easy, a route I chose for Beasley like I'm Dak Prescott
I'm not impressed twat
'Cause I done had to draw and spray the lead
Been involved with some sh*t that'd have me tossed straight to feds
Took a loss with the work thinkin' it's all wasted bread
'Cause the white just ain't lock right like Caucasian dreads
The f*ck he sayin'? You actin' like n*ggas ain't been in beef befo'
My mans died, my mode was on "ride" wasn't even sleepin' bro
Then wifey caught me loadin' the strap
Lookin' like, "Please don't go!
Two wrongs never make it right!"
It make it even though!
The fightin' had to rest, boy a knife will have you stretched
They gon' find a Nut on his rag like wipin' after sex
And right after that if your crew want it
Then I be on your blue strip
Just to show you it's real like new hundreds
So who want it? I'm warnin' you
If you choose to take the tough route
You'll get a Debo and O-Red soon as he duffed out
Debo and O-Red? n*ggas like, "What the f*ck? How?"
Ain't we in Cali? That's a Crooked I and a Yukmouth!
And I'm throwin' 'em like Klitschko 'cause I'm with the sh*ts, bro
Then address the rest of the bums that's in this kid's row
Address, rest of the bums… ain't that the Skid Row?
I'm wildin' on this stylist, of course I came here to wig, woah
Miss me with your scariest raps on how you carry your strap
When you tryin' to be Halle Berry on B.A.P.S
This sh*t an act, I mean I understand your hunger and vision
But our style ten in them vows, Smack the bundles is different
And I know youngin' trippin' but please, this ho silly
Junior mafia with his lil' C's? That's no Biggie
If they really crack pumpers, I'm makin' that trap crumble
His hustle won't go far Roc, he'll have to Stack Bundles
I be humble but rumble can stress on a f*ckin' mind
So you can call my bluff, I got death on the other line
That's why he won't send no bull at us
'Cause he know that Black Mass Hoodlum leave him Departed
Trust me I'm Good Fellas
How I want him hit just depends
The TEC spot him or the Norbes sex problem, .40 with the extends
But that skrilla will get him smoked G
I Blue Chips but I can still put a Penny on your team, I'm Nick Nolte
So don't think that you seem to be threatenin'
'Cause I know of some pus*y n*ggas that bang
That just need the protection
That's why I can either stomp his ass or lyrically wash him fast
Either way I'm in Cali 'cause ain't not better comp' than Ave
Let's do the math, you'll see he ain't clever
He got a bunch lot of battles but not a lot of replay fellas
I mean Danny was cool to see, but to me Saynt better
Dre schooled and gave you the beats, he DJ Yella
That's why this image is what his flow live through
But you can't be no super killer gorilla and do [?] too
That's why battle rap seem wack now
'Cause half these fakes that be tryin' so hard to relate got clean backgrounds
Now I won't justify the sh*t we do to get convictions
But I'm movin' with precision
I refuse to be a victim to a shooter who was trippin'
Or playin' Hall of Fame on a game against the computer
You know, losin' to the system
I don't preach in my raps dude
Just sayin' I'm a grown man wit a fam' and I'll kill a n*gga if I have to
So tell him to keep it rap Tay
'Cause if he choose to get stupid
I'm hittin' Bay area with that Mac Dre

[Round 2: Geechi Gotti]
Ay man, you be jackin' n*ggas lines like a coke fiend
Ay, Cave, how y'all feel about havin' a thief on yo team?
I mean for real, if I was y'all I wouldn't even trust him at my house
sh*t I heard he stole the bars I was behind
How y'all think I got out?
n*gga the Glock out
You'll get hit close range when the cal' blam
His brains everywhere, now n*ggas gotta clean up Ave like Cal Trans
n*gga wild fans know he one dimensional
Keep it real, besides punches n*gga yo ass wack
Smack gon' wish he had insurance after he find out what Ave lack
n*gga you get ram shacked, you talk tough but for real a b*tch
You try that sh*t I might pull a you on you and steal your sh*t
I was young with the sh*t
f*ck shootin' marbles n*gga, shootouts was mo' fun
I'm talkin' 'bout the power of the gun I ain't gotta answer to no one
It was 50 in the clip, when I caught my first body
I was younger than Ghost son, n*gga don't run
The K come with a shoulder strap
These bullets goin' dead in Ave like a cul-de-sac
You the type be finna fight and let n*ggas hold ya back
Try that sh*t ya spine get hit
They gon' have to literally hold your back
I'm back on my disrespect sh*t
Like, where your girl? I'm tryin' to f*ck ya chick
Bend her over, no hands, on my Dougie sh*t
Y'all gon' get to see her turn on Ave once I bust the b*tch
Ay, where is yo b*tch? You better watch her before I clock her
n*gga the .357 and the barrel long
That's right, I crack heads with the revolver like arrow bars
Oh yeah I'm armed, f*ck a gun law 'cause we carry Ruegers
Got a .45 from the homie, n*gga we sharin' cougars
I'm a shark in that water, y'all can be barracudas
It's a sign in my hood it tell 'em "Beware of shooters"
And they ain't even check me at the do', so just know
I got somethin' extra the jeans like them Ciara Roombas
n*gga I be out there makin' plays, bustin' jooks, gettin' money
Dawg I couldn't be clearer
Try some sh*t with me, get Smacked with the cannon like the DVD era
n*gga check it out, f*ck all that though
Let me give a shout out to Champion though
Dawg for real, straight up man
'Cause when it come to battle rap and the substance they be givin' out, that sh*t be more than many
Yo, Vada and Blac, y'all opinions be meanin' more than any
But f*ck that other clown!
'Cause I be ignorin' that b*tch text like my girl is wit' me
Ayo, Tech 9, I'll run up in yo mama house
While she warmin' up some peas and sh*t
And I'll stop the microwave like, "Old b*tch, you ain't eatin' sh*t!"
I'll f*ck around and pop yo chick
Till her face red, lookin' like a real cherry
And then I cover the bloody b*tch on stage: that's a concealed Carrie
n*gga Pillsbury, I'm a doe boy
My n*ggas will take you out for some light change
So when they say they put money on Ave it ain't a dice game
You type lame, yeah I got a 9
That b*tch retarded, just got off the short bus
I grab a blade then cut around Ave, n*gga that's a shortcut
n*gga cut the crap though
Man who really wrote for you though? Was it Brizz? Was it Tay?
This n*gga oughta be ashamed, this n*gga's a liar
Typical Cave man gotta use Roc to make some fire
n*gga you an impostor, I run through every goon in your roster
Ya top get split, meat sittin' on top of the shell like a lobster
n*gga I'm a mobster, I make murder moves in a mafia way
Dr. Miami, for the right price you gettin' bodied today
The shotty will spray, n*gga where your vest at?
It won't matter 'cause the arm goin' over the head like they ain't catch that
The vet back, n*gga bet that, I'ma bring it to wherever Ave stay
Yeah I'm a gang banger so I'm strapped to my last day
n*gga I couldn't leave my hood without my ratchet like Ashtray
Trayvon might've died in the hood, but I refuse that same fate
You in Cali, this a well-known gang state
Where n*ggas study they ops like game tapes
n*gga I was 12 years old when I got put on the block
My mama told me to do right, but see I was doin' wrong a lot
It's crazy how a simple, "Where you from?"
Can determine whether you get to go home or not
Man I'm not for the games, the .40 kick like Reeboks
Man, hold up man, this n*gga gonna get pistol whipped
While his girl screamin' "Why G?" but I ain't from Tree Top
The heat c*cked, baow!
I bet he ain't conscious after all that blood sh*t
Hell nah, unless he B. Dot
n*gga he shot, with both hands, I'm Rick Berry with the heat
That's right, I'll let it ring on Ave, b*tch I'm married to the street
n*gga I'm out for the kill, I ain't savin' a op
Put a price on your head, that's a lil' change of your top
Tell my n*ggas "code word: T-Rex" (What's that mean?)
That mean you can get a grand champion
If you can put dog face in a box
And you told n*ggas you still owe us one for Hoffa
This n*gga gotta be a fool
We'll f*ck you up and now they gotta owe us one for you
n*gga and when it's real, n*gga they can tell
Like they can see it in they eyes
Third round, see if you can make n*ggas believe them lies
n*gga time

[Round 3: Ave]
I say if Gotti think I give a f*ck
About his status or his past then he buggin'
'Cause I had to struggle through disasters when Cassidy wasn't
But I love that passion that he has in his substance
Just add the stats and you'll see why I triple G
Meet Gennady Golovkin
Look here youngin', a classic's what they taggin' this f*ckin' battle
But it's tragic 'cause Traffic is where you die, he Cousin Harold
Boy I let that barrel pop till he hurt
And leave him M.I.A. if I knock a F off that Mafia shirt
Boy I put in work, lettin' hammers ring or with these potent blows
So I suggest you go with your set like the remote control
Still he gon' get smoked with that toast from the shoulder holster
Treat the rest of the mafia the same: La Cosa Nostra
Who really ya n*gga, soldier? Not who blast the TEC
But the ones that'll spend they last to get yo casket's best
Half of them n*ggas in yo staff gon' jet
When the family have to collect
All they gon' probably pay is last respects
And this is why I'm more than mad
For the ones that claim shooter you would think from Bermuda how they be lyin' on the flag
sh*t if we had a clash and you ran then you took an L for it
So we washin' sh*t together like a jail toilet
I'm all for it, if y'all want war, then we takin' y'all offers
But we ain't takin' the pain for all the blame for y'all losses
If I roll up with the SIG they gon' think I'm loud sparkin'
'Cause I'll Capone Gotti, got me namin' mob bosses
Just be cautious, it's coffins when that drama startin', mark
Or get the fade however you want like barbershop charts
But be smart, 'cause if chromes spark then it's curtains j*rk
I'll put that .50 against Gotti: that's Curtis vs Irv
The f*ck he heard? You ain't the only one to post up fam'
I was eatin' off break downs like a tow truck man
I'm sayin', hand to hands, gettin' off grams to afford diapers
sh*t, for six months it was Antarctica: all nighters
Boy them shots hit the whip and we lived, guess God like us
That don't make a man with heart break kid like Shawn Michaels
This is life so what I'm spittin' is gospel
We had guns, money and tan: that's Roscoe's, Chicken and Waffles
I played the block too, I know about grindin' to get the skrilla
Always beefin', no talkin' or tweetin', just send the hittas
I changed but it's real familiar
So it ain't sh*t to turn back and show you I'm still a monster like the end of "Thriller"
I'm a front liner n*gga, so sh*t can get hostile
You see me up the snub nose, I ain't pickin' a nostril
I'm way different from that n*gga that got you
Dome shotter, green cross the middle
Like the finger twister what y'all do
Y'all gon' mob who? I swear I hear their family cryin'
"Gotti gone because of some bull," it ain't Sammy this time
Now see that "bull" line should show that I'm great
It means I put him down with the torch and I ain't got a Zodiac mate
Ay, Smack, we know he rap great, but is his hands amazin'?
Mines is, this on Mama, I'm emancipated
And on point like a thumb tack
But if I'm who they dumb at
I'll even the score soon as fourth quarter come back
In fact, I hope they trap the way they say they is
'Cause I plan on takin' everything from the yay they hid
Down to the bundles, 'cause Gotti got them grade A wigs
So me robbin' hair is just takin' from Bébé Kids
That's what it is, it's no remorse when you ain't got a choice
Foreclosures, custody battles, wifey want a divorce
Got a case pendin' so you goin' back and forth to court
See missin' shots only made me an animal, sh*t like HORSE
So of course I ain't gon' play 'bout life
Cross me, I'ma snatch yo b*tch in-between, better take my advice
Don't never try to- hold on wait, I'm nice
I said "cross", "snatch", "tween," I gave y'all filet highlights
Now back to Gotti, I got some Loc n*ggas locked exclusive
I can get your boy caught by the Sixties on Martin Luther
That's when n*ggas call a truce
First your dude was hollerin' shooter
Now he tryin' to change the Nutty position: that's Kama Sutra
f*ck yo future, I told 'em, "Fix my plate right Smack
'Cause they been sleepin'," it's time I bring my state right back
I don't give a f*ck about these sucka n*ggas, they type wack
'Cause I'm a n*gga outta Norfolk, STRAIGHT LIKE THAT

[Round 3: Geechi Gotti]
n*gga you lost to Nitty, Suge, T-Top, sh*t even Red, man
You battle rap's undertaker
You made your career off of bein' a deadman
And man, I seen my n*ggas dead in the streets
I done been shot a couple times, I literally bled in the streets
These streets is cold, but sometimes it can get hotter than Hell
I be like, "f*ck them streets"
'Cause every time I'm in it they tryin' to take me to jail
But see I done made a lot of money out there
That's why it can be a gift and a curse
'Cause it be feelin' good goin' home droppin' Moms a couple chips in her purse
See this sh*t really hurt
'Cause I'm strugglin' with makin' it out the streets
And that's one of the toughest problems to have
I'm just sayin', my whole life I've been battlin' the Ave
See, my n*gga doin' 20 right now, I talk to him everyday
He like, "I ain't stressin', never."
Even when he found out his mama died
And that was his saddest letter
See the streets raise cuz, his daddy been in jail forever
The first time them n*ggas even met they was in a cell together
See I'm wit whatever
'Cause they sayin' my generation the reason we usin' guns and not the hands
I might be part of the blame too
'Cause I done shot plenty n*ggas that was just out there when we came through
See, ayy fool, when death call, somebody gotta answer
It's crazy seein' n*ggas body shake on the ground after them shots
I be thinkin' I done shot a dancer
You can dance around the facts if you want
But it's always gon' be six n*ggas around that box when they carryin' him
Ask his mama one question:
"What hurt more, givin' birth to him or buryin' him?"
Where we hit him? It don't matter, we kill shots
You got gun bars, I got real Glocks
I squeeze till the steel hot
It's bodies on it so it's still hot
Shootouts so common out here, half these n*ggas prolly seen them pops more than they real pops
n*gga we drill ops, check the kill rate
These n*ggas just now got hard
But they started micro soft like Bill Gates
You wanna know real hate?
Seein' a n*gga die over a $5 dice game
I'm talkin' 'bout his brains blown right there in the streets
In California, the cost of livin' is high
'Cause the price of dyin' is cheap
Ay, this gang bangin' sh*t crazy
'Cause when homies die we might get a shirt with a picture for him
Might even tattoo a lil' scripture for him
My young n*gga, he died at 14, he wasn't even old enough to drink
How come we out there pourin' liquor for him?
Ay, true story, I been shot
I can't remember a time when it didn't burn
f*ck yo bars, n*gga I'm really facin' a prison term
Body shots, make his body flop, he gon' hit The Worm
Nearly died, doc's teachin' you how to walk again
At least you get to live and learn
Learn from yo mistakes, see that's real important
'Cause I got family in the pen', they like "Gotti I don't feel important
I be hopin' time after time that I get a letter."
That's Wheel of Fortune
My OG died on the block, that n*gga was Crippin' forever
That n*gga never met a doctor
I said, "Damn cuz, when you gon' give this sh*t up?"
He said, "Gotti when pigs fly."
I'm like, "n*gga you don't realize the police got helicopters?"
It's hella choppers in the ghetto, that's why we stay strapped
When we leave the house every night
It be our mama's prayers that bring us back
Ay, y'all can relate 'cause a street n*gga mama might sleep better when we in jail and that's a fact
And it ain't because they don't love us, it's just cause at night time they don't gotta worry 'cause they know where we was at
Look, I had a homie who mama lost three sons to gun violence
I really couldn't even imagine what was the worst one
I just remember she had a straight face at that last funeral
She said she couldn't cry since the first one
n*gga first off, let me say "f*ck the police," that's my truest answer
I got n*ggas in the jail, lost in the system
But they ain't computer hackers
n*gga you a bast*rd 'cause you talk all that soldier sh*t
But I'm the n*gga with the war wounds
Only 2 things make me nervous: busted condoms and court rooms
n*gga I know the cycle, now my kids watchin' so I gotta stop it
Before they lookin' at a lifeless body behind glass and ain't window shoppin'
Let me get off topic though
How is you older than Smack and still tryin' to get a name?
You ain't got no star quality, dawg you really in low demand
I can guarantee y'all he ain't never made Smack no paper
It just amazes me how a n*gga with so many punches got no flavor
Now I'm no hater but I done heard n*ggas say
"Oh he ain't had a battle with Smack in the middle," see that's good
But the first time I met cuz was smack in the middle of my hood
I'm a hood n*gga, I can keep it real wit y'all
My first shootin' I was nervous, I was grippin'
Hand on the metal, shakin' the handle like the toilet trippin'
Ay, y'all gotta listen, 'cause I'm a rare breed
For real that's why I gots to win
Tell me how come y'all f*ck wit this sucka punches
But don't wanna give me credit for droppin' Jimz
Ay, but when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes
This sh*t over, hope y'all didn't believe them lies
n*gga time

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