[Guy in the crowd]
It's New York n***a! Know where you at!

[Geechi Gotti]
I jumped off the plane, I know where I'm at n***a. Y'all keep tellin' me. We in New York n***a yeah

[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
He keeps sayin, "We in New York. Geechi don't do nothin' dumb in there."
Long as there's real n***as in the buildin', I'ma love it there
This n***a got a Free Cassanova shirt on so you can tell that he's shook
This the type of shit n***as do
Publicity stunt, sayin' "Free Cass" but prolly ain't put no money on his books
We got Geechi Gotti versus...

[Crowd] You'ze a bitch!

[Geechi]
Why you threw that weak ass punch at Brizz?
I ain't even sure it connected
Believе it or not, swing on me, shit'll get serious (Sеrius), all you gon' be seein' is dots
Dot on his head, dot on his heart, dot on his leg
Yeah, y'all remember that crime scene
Well fuckin' wit' me
It's gonna be so many Dots on the ground, they gon' need a blind man to read the crime scene
The .9 beam, I'm blammin' it first
It was hard to shoot that chopper
The kickback I couldn't handle the jerk
I was 12 on that first mission
I ain't hit nothin' but the ground and the dirt
I was literally a kid missing
They called the cops on an Amber Alert
Hammers will squirt
I done shot enough n***as
You should be scared of me, just sayin'
The bullets done been through so much shit, they need therapy
Is he hearin' me?
Why you even did this dawg?
Homecoming? Even in New York you can get chipped off
Literally, come home to a Murda (murder)/suicide like Chris Benoit
He got the Crip pissed off
This old ass n***a just learned how to work Twitter
Aye, but let me tell you, I think dawg did amazin'
Got Verb hostin', you sparkin' the engagement
Little different than me though, I spark it and flame it
Face leakin', they all tryin' to save 'em
Can't make out his last words, what is dawg even sayin'?
He pausin' between each letter
Oh you gon' get used to talkin' in Spaces
N***a I ain't often this gracious
N***a I got a tragic past
Show up with MACs and mags
And dissolve (this solve) for murder (Murda) like an acid bath
N***a you washed up
I can tell you lost touch with this block stuff
T-Rex the only one who lift the Dot's up
You want them n***as to dick ride you and cock bump
With my team it's not like that
It don't matter what you bring to the table n***a, everybody eatin', it's a potluck
N***a, I'll pistol whip you 'til the Glock bust
Matter of fact, in the streets it don't matter how old you is
I done had to show a couple shorties that they not tough
These streets is petty/foul (pedophile), I know some kids that got touched
Listen, I know you not Lux
Matter of fact...rest in peace to yo' mama
I could never disrespect her, I ain't no fuck n***a
The bond between a mother and her son is much bigger
The last op' I caught I put the bucks in him
He died from a stomach shot
When detectives told his mama, she said she already knew, she had a gut feelin'
What's up wit' him
I don't wanna hear no blogs in his favor
We really used to have to rob to get paper
The shit I did back then, I'm able to rap about it now, technically I was just a content creator
On God n***as haters
I'll pistol whip you 'til they can't recognize you
They gon' have to trace you back usin' ya blood of ya grandfather
When I'm done, you ain't gon' even look like Murda (murder), turn this bitch into Manslaughter
What is ya damn problem bro?
You 'bout to get punched
In the casket, yo' ass gettin' stuffed
In a box with his mouth open, that n***a's a munch
Just know, this just what I do, delete souls
This fully auto is a cheat code
Bullets will Surf through ya chest (Chess) and Roc(k) you to sleep, easy (Eazy)
The GunTitle was a strap with a switch, yeah this muthafucka came with AMG mode
N***a the streets cold, man I sold coke and crack
That part of my life a different chapter
In the hood they didn't really want that sauce
The OG said to cook it up with that special batter
Then he said, "You gotta push that sauce to the blond haired, blue eyed people. It's they drug and they pockets a lil' fatter."
So that's a Caucasian drug was all I gathered
They start seein' the 'Ye sell out soon as they see White Lives Matter
But quit the chatter, cause look at this crew
They shot who?
N***a, you from that DVD era?
Gettin' Smacked with the cannon (Canon) oughta bring you déjà vu
They like Mook, just dyin', only his mans is carin'
Sheets barely on top of the body, all the fans is starin'
Looks like the coroner's did a bad job tryin' to cover up murder (Murda) like Jon Benet Ramsey's parents
The cannon's flarin'
Glock finna spray
Pop Murda (murder), shit feel like Marvin Gaye
I ain't all for play
I can get any n***a from the gang to do him
The streets cold, some of my enemies I was related to 'em
I remember I slid once, I seen my cousin out there, I ain't even wanna spark bro
I missed on purpose even though they was all close
The n***a jumped online and said his ops ain't got no aim
But at least they had a heart though
Aye this ain't no east vs. west, n***a this is real vs. fake
If you hear the shit I'm sayin', this the shit you gotta respect
When I rap, yeah I punch, but I don't need crowd noise every time to connect
The shit I rap, n***as ain't gotta react, they gotta reflect
And they gotta expect, you to come out with these long drawn out stupid ass raps, buncha fake angles
Don't matter if you at home n***a, they can't save you
And when it's real- n***a rap
[Round 1: Murda Mook]
Geechi Gotti, you should be afraid
I had to throw the doo rag on so I could yell "Free the Wave"
You probably thought it was you that made this battle happen, be real wit' me
But I've been wantin' to kill you since you first started battle rappin' and you ain't even know it, I'm real tricky
Not cause of ya skill really, or you in somethin' that's real wit' me
I've been wantin' to kill you cause you from the city that killed Biggie
New York n***as, we still pissed off
All the love we lent (lint) and y'all Cali n***as still get us picked off
So now it's time for an L.A. n***a to know how it feel to take a BIG loss
We got the Cali guy in NY, my slang is a lil' bit different than yours
It go, look, "I don't wanna be your friend after this
So I'ma get this out real early, SUCK MY DICK"
I can tell you don't be visitin' New York much
You said you gon' slap the shit outta me on my porch, what?
What the fuck is "a porch" bruh?
We don't got porches stupid, we got stoops, and you know what those taught us?
Either we runnin' down or doin' walk ups
Now look at who I'm stooping to, I got a funeral for you
Fuck what he wear, just make it blue
You play Spades, right, funny guy? You know the Joker go with any suit
The gangstas see me, they salute, point at his chest, I bet he puke
I make music when I shoot, the front of the TEC look like a flute
Gotti who? N***a, I been dying to make an example outta you, I promise you
I'll put a price on ya head like a prostitute
You used to work at a salon, right? So I'ma slide through to Gotti booth
Hair trigger, blow out Gotti roof: BOO-- that's how I do
We already know the real side of you, ain't no tough shit
You hid behind that poor tree for nothing, disgusted
That's the shit y'all fuck with?
N***a, me? Only thing hiding next to a tree is gon' be this deuce-deuce when I got it inside my constructions
I'll get the lil' boy in blue buried, he a muffin, he cake mix
Y'all wanna know why Bay sick? He basic
Bay trip, run down on Bay strip, make Bay strip
If I see (sea) food, seizing (season) it, Old Bay shit
Ask who chain is it, I'ma tell em "Oh, Bay shit"
He want it back? Gotta pay a high fee (hyphy): old Bay shit
I ain't on no gang shit, don't talk to me with no "loc" in ya language
The only loc I'm concerned with is location
I slide through, assault rifle, the shit 'bout 5'2"
"Dead in the middle of Little Ital--" Punish him
You know the K's all y'all Crip n***as throw away? N***a, this is one of 'em
Look at Bay blushing, he got his idol right in front of him
You already said in a blog that my bars raised you
Even the Gotti name proves somebody from the Mobb made you
N***a, this Little Thing Of Ours but this thing is ours but in yours you not the top boss
The name Gotti not yours so now I gotta knock off a knock-off
The one thing y'all got in common I saw
It was a John in front of Gotti and y'all both died behind bars
N***a, Dot Mobbin', you play with that you gon' get shot for it
The Glock barkin', infrared dot on it, can't wait to put the ops on it
The clip 'bout a foot and it got a sock on it
I'll clap, ya lungs gon' collapse like the stock market
I told Smack, I need my money tall, I'm the big show
It's obvious I took mine in Crip doe (crypto)
Yo, this New York crowd, they wouldn't give a fuck if I killed you
Y'all know what a dead Crip body look like? Still (steel) blue
I know the studio you film No Studio'N, I kick the door to the studio in, I bet the studio end
They gon' have to find a casket that's big enough to fit the whole studio in
N***a, this a courtesy (Curtis see)
What up, 50? Look around, you in Irving, Gotti off of what Murda ink (Murder Inc)
I'm always the one the Rule
Marcus Van Troy II: even ya name tell me you're born to be number two
Look, y'all Cali n***as don't like seeing n***as eat, yeah, I know
Y'all think y'all the only ones with a Roscoe's?
Well, I got a Roscoe and HE got a Roscoe
You think we 'bout to let what happened to PNB Rock go?
You think we not 'bout to pop smoke for Pop Smoke?
You can't help it with a "sorry", the beef gon' be forever probably
And I came to blow out ya candles 'Welcome to the Party'
I'm a thot, get me lit
I'ma shoot at a Crip
I'ma put two in his head
It's gon' ruin his drip
Wanna know where Bay be?
Oh, I'ma put you in a grip
You gon' get thrown in a trunk
Then get threw in a ditch
I CAME TO SHAKE THE ROOM!!!
EASY, N***A!!!!
EASY, N***A!!!!
[Round 2: Geechi Gotti]
Ay, I fuck with Pop Smoke, too cause cuz was Crippin'
I hate that n***as wanna show love after they die, wasn't saying all that when he was livin'
But see, giving up them-- New York shit, y'all gon' cheer, it's a given but I wasn't even with them guys
He gon' say a bunch of B.I.G. records, yeah and it got y'all 'Hypnotized'
But check this out though, this n***a up here dancin' around like a fuckin' female
N***a move like one, act like one, shoulda been battlin' one of them broads
Y'all shoulda just got Jaz for Murda (murder), she use to answering those calls
The road dog, but I feel at home in this muh'fucka
Got the chrome in this muh'fucka, don't make me spark it then
Headshot, they gon' have to fuck with his motor skills, he gon' need to learn how to walk again and talk again
It's a necessity, doctors gotta help with Murda (murder), now they accessories
Watch how you addressing me cause I found out the block you was livin'
Catch him in his den, the quickest route through the kitchen
Get my young'uns to do the job, let 'em slide on Murda (murder) like when cops kill a n***a
If I send a hitta, it's no casualties
Thor hammers and these bitches ain't for all that horsing around like the Valkyrie
They done shackled me, in them cells, shout out to ma dukes always sending me mail
Reminded me of the times as a kid when I used to trace them ABC's for her and I did it so well
Every now and then I would mistake my C's for E's and my I's for L's
It was fucked up cuz the next time I wrote a letter for her, I was in a cell
You look like you'll tell, cuz what type of n***a record a private conversation then release it?
Get asked about it, hop online then repeats it?
You probably still got that conversation with Drake in your phone cuz you look like the type of n***a who'll keep it
Listen, you recorded a private conversation with Drake-- and ay, man, that was lame ass shit
At the end of the day, that was some lame ass shit
Cuz all of us done damn near been to jail or got some pat'nas that's in the states or in the Feds that's it
So hearing that a call been monitored or recorded, you shoulda known how much we hate that shit
But that's what you do, n***a; you the reason Drake even stop fucking with the culture and it's true, n***a
Ask Smack, the money dried up, them budget cuts is cuz of you, n***a
You recorded a private conversation and you don't see nothing wrong with that action, sadly
N***a sat on Breakfast Club with Dame Dash, still ended up being a chatty patty
N***a, you talk too much! You ain't never heard the term "less is more"?
Type of n***a to go to jail and tell the police some shit you wasn't even questioned for
It's the first rule of the streets, my n***a, it's basic:
If we talk about something, it's between me and you, that info shouldn't wind up in different places
If you'll record a private conversation, I'm led to believe you'll give a statement
But this n***a right here got slapped by Math Hoffa with a gun... then he went on his podcast, now that's some stupid shit
I ain't the smartest n***a in the building but in My Expert Opinion...N***A, YOU'Z A BITCH!
Cuz even if it wasn't true, he musta thought you was a sucka letting that rumor live knowing n***as can get killed like that
That mean he know you a bitch and them is real life facts
You ain't no gangsta, my n***a; you might know how to write rounds and put your material together but the truth is you was never built like that
N***a, you ain't no thug; you probably got some behind you
You just a Busta with Rhymes, maybe that's why he signed you
N***a said "we got a Roscoe"
N***a, hit him with the bird, turn his head to a waffle
N***a, I coulda lined you but you was scared to come to the land
That's the difference: they love me in New York, they gave me guns when I land
N***a, I once was a fan, 'til I met yo' corny ass then I found out you definitely was frontin'
Wouldn't let your TECs bust or nothin'
You basically DNA if T-Rex was his cousin
Now just for discussion, you didn't even wanna fight Brizz, n***a, tell the truth
You ain't gangsta, that shit ain't even in your character, Mook
But this culture'll make n***as do some shit they scared to do
This life just like 2K, you can literally push a square to shoo--
Now I'm darin' you, let's scrap so we can dead it, your rap style is pathetic
Every battle I drop game, the fans just gotta catch it
The way I been putting these jew(el)s down, they sayin' I'm antisemitic
Man, I don't get it cuz you said you and Smack built this shit
Hell naw! He been working for Smack the whole time
That n***a just gave that n***a a platform to sign off bro grind
That shit was called SMACK DVD, not SMACK and Mook DVD
That was that n***a vision, his camera and his money
If it wasn't for Smack, I wasn't even sure you were even getting money
I mean seriously, if it wasn't for cuz you woulda been done
All these years later, n***as done started TV shows, got they own leagues, you still got this as your only means of income
The fans don't respect you, the culture, thes-- look, every time you battle, we regret you
To think that you still selling out these tics is disrespectful
Against Verb, you had a bad battle, Reed, you had a bad battle, if it was anybody else, they woulda been [stopped] booking you
If they woulda put you against killers like me anywhere else, I woulda been start cooking you
Look at you: you not a asset no more, n***a, you a liability and Troy can see
These big checks he still give you is strictly off loyalty
N***a, you a lil' boy to me, don't get this shit here mistaken
You got the nerve to swing and fuck up some money that you don't even be makin'
Got this shit here mistaken, n***a, fuck yo verses; yeah, you can rap but why don't you just tell us more?
I mean he got the metaphors, I only rap about the metal fours
That's cuz my brain don't work the same, my shit a light-speed ahead of yours
He ain't realized the world changin', even prisons updated from just bars to metal doors
N***a, yo raps is outdated and you bitch made
That Brizz battle showed us you got trouble landing haymakers on a big stage
Listen though, my n***a, we in the streets, this what I'ma tell you: he gon' say a bunch of lies cuz that's what this guy do
Nahmasayin', got up here lyin' to 'em
He ain't gon' let y'all know cause that's his pride
{Crowd starts booing}

Aye, he gon' say a bunch of lies cause that's what he be doin'
He ain't gon' tell you in Cali I actually had him around my lions and didn't feed you to 'em
Listen, this a concrete jungle, the wrong move'll make yo' life change
I done seen a bunch of n***as career not takeoff over a dice game
Rest in peace
I'm saying that shit right there with compassion and purpose
Just saying this spot I got in wasn't accidental, Murda (murder)
Every Fuccin' Bar!

[Round 2: Murda Mook]
Free the Wave! Free Cas, n***a! Gang shit!
You said you was the Michael Jordan of battle rap, that's kinda bold
If anything, you Michael Jordan when he was on the Wizards, you know, when he was kinda old
But all jokes aside, you aight, Gotti, you kinda cold
But if I ask if you Michael Jordan, you gon' hear "Murda Mook!" what that mean? A lot of no's (nose)

{Crowd starts booing}

Once again I tell a joke, y'all confuse it wit' smoke
A lot of no's (nose)
I'm so ignorant and got a slow reload on an old Remington
My reply to a thank you for doing a felony favor: don't mention it
You know the code: no contributing to no sentences
Keep ya nose in ya own business and no witnesses
The whip tinted, clip extended, spit for 6 minutes
You ever seen a toilet flush? I'm waiting for the war to (water) go down to leave some shit spinnin'
I got love for Geechi, I might be sick after this minute
But if I learned anything from Magic Johnson...is I could live with it
Tryna stay away from the task force, that was the number one task for us
I done hit dope with so many stamps, I had to get another passport
If I see a Crip walkin', I'ma put my foot on the gas more
And make a new way to put one 60 (160) on the dashboard
Make no mistakes, razor blade, skate on ya face
Give him a buck fifty (Buck/50), only thing missin' is Yayo and Banks
G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-- it ain't a Game
Or we could go old-fashioned since you wanna portray the vet
I'm coming with the rifle with the bayonet, I think I'ma put Bay on that
Don't hit my jack telling me he a "good n***a", save all that
He 'bout to have a eulogy; all the nice shit y'all got to say about him, you could say on that
I'm about to send Geechi off to meet the Lord
The next card you gon' see him on, his opponent gon' be standing across from a Ouija Board
"Mook, why you don't be on social media more?"
The fuck I'm on social media for?
If it don't make me no money then it's a hobby
Y'all n***as looking all on Spaces to talk to Gotti?
Find me, I'll be looking for spaces to put the bodies, n***a
We already know how you play out there in VA, that was a sore sight
I mean just seconds before that, he was all bite
Then he went and hid behind the bark, yikes!
You ain't wanna get in that dogfight?
You supposed to rep Crip, whatever risk (wrist)
You gotta be ambidextrous cuz you just left Hanz (hands) like it was alright (all right)
N***a, you a chump, I cock the pump
Hide from me behind a tree, I'ma pop the trunk
And this the guy y'all choose to root for? I'm stumped!
You shoulda been in Danny universe cuz then it woulda went like that Migos hit 'The Cocoon'
You talking 'bout Takeoff, well if that's the case you woulda told them two dudes that was just walking with you to move
And them bullets, they shoulda took Drugz then went to the Moon
I been eager, I should call you Jeffrey Dahmer, you a dick eater
Matter of fact, n***a, YOU'Z A BITCH!
I'm just tryna figure are ya Santana or Big Frieda
You could die here or in life, I ain't against either
I'ma have so many animals on ya back it's gonna offend PETA
In my insides I'm still cold cousin even though I'm by a big heater
Something blew then see me with the nose running: I got Kill-A-Crip Fever
Fuck EFB, I don't care about them either
I don't know which one of them sweeter
Look: JC he live in Lux shadow, Rum only gangbanging when he rappin'
Danny and his big words, we know he good at playing Scrabble
URL left Ave broke, shattered, they done turned him into gravel
"Every Fuccin' Bar" n***a this an "Easy Fucking Battle"

{crowd starts chanting 2-0}

"Ebony's a Fucking Bum", she eat "Every Frank Behind me"
I got an "Extendo Full of Bullets" for "Every Fucking Body"
"Especially For Bay" n***a, here, here, here
I stand over 'em till they're "Each Finished Breathing" like yeah, yeah, yeah!
N***a, you a square; Smack, he used to work at a salon, what are we doing here (hair)?
Who you tryna front to? You do frontals, let's play truth or dare
I dare you to tell the truth about you doing hair
Tell whoever root for Bay I'll turn it to Beirut in here
Off the bat, send him home running, I'm Babe Ruth in here
He going home on Homecoming, hit Bay roof in here
Put a Nut' on this Magnum, I came too prepared
His wife banging on the box, saying it ain't you in there
The whole gang shooting here, you will get smoked in here
I'm so New York, I took the train to get over here
EASY!
EASY, N***A!

[Round 3: Geechi Gotti]
If the n***a wasn't up here lying and I really did work in a hair salon, I would be saying, "Aye, that was tight fool."
I ain't never did nobody hair, I actually sold hair to bitches like you
Tree bars, y'all done seen me in a 100 battles and I done had a 100 tree bars
Them n***as talking 'bout a n***a hiding behind trees
But won't tell you how when they be in my city, they be hidin' behind me
And if anybody over there sayin' that ain't happenin', on me, they lied
They be with me, scared to branch out, don't want me to leave they side
"Ayy! You gotta fight!" This n***a did a million muthafuckin' YouTube videos about me
This n***a even did a fuckin' press conference... with one n***a up there with him...that n***a Lux, both of them lookin' stupid
I'm like what the fuck is he thinking?
I wasn't doing no talkin'; wasn't no need for the interviews, for Murda I was locked in something cold: rest in peace to Kenneka Jenkins
This n***a tweakin', I done really been through plenty shit
I rap for the n***as that's sitting in a cell, locked in the hole; ain't seen the sun (son) in forever like 50 Cent
N***a, flip the script, I ain't got shit to say
You got Geechi now, a couple years ago, you woulda had to spit with Bay
This gangbanging ain't shit for play, I did the shootin' and I got shot, that's some shit to say
I didn't get to walk the high school stage, I got shot and wore hospital clothes: I earned my cap and gown a different way
This lifestyle cold; I really just be venting shit through these bars
Seeing your pat'na turned vegetable will leave you mentally scarred
His mama said, "Pull the plug" cuz he was already dead and the doctor bill said she was fully charged
N***a, do you know who we are?
I done took all types of chances
I used to just hop out and shoot, nowadays I'm more precise in plannin'
Could easily get a smoker to do the job, literally he'll take your life for granted (granite)
But dammit, there I go, rapping 'bout this block shit
My grandma said don't ever lie to her so when I caught that drug charge, she instantly got pissed
I mean, I technically told the truth; I said I had keys (ki's), she just thought I was a locksmith
I'm in New York, middle finger to my ops, bitch
This n***a try to run, get hit right there when the Glock spit
N***a got shot in Quads, sound like a 'Pac hit
I really dropped shit, some shit I'll do again
Started bangin' at 12, I'll admit I was a foolish kid
I start committin' crimes but had nothing to do with me, but more to do with them
If I knew what I knew now, I probably wouldn't even do it then
I actually put my trust in people I should've put a bullet in
But I'm due to win cuz it's kill or be killed, I ain't stressed, n***a
I still put heart eyes on the pics when my opp die, that's on the set, n***a
I'm talking 'bout I'm married to the streets, seen plenty of 'em get left in 'em
I kept killing, watching bodies drop was the best feelin'
You right, Jeffrey Dahmer: I fell in love with death, n***a
Yes, n***a, I actually even went to church, I'm not stupid
I just rather have my guns aiming and holla "you a bitch" while I'm shootin'
I'm not losin', you can stop the noise
If anybody said you was fire, they was just jonesing, man, no n***a wanna hear you rap on stage or in the lobby, boy
I just copped a toy, can't wait to play with it, got the K kicking
Catch him in a V, leave this square in a wreck, tangled (rectangle) up, he shape shiftin'
Aye, listen, I rap for the streets; I either did it or I've seen it, I never heard it
You rap for the n***as who wasn't in the streets, they studied n***as so they learned it
That's why they can't judge our material the same, it's a difference in our sentences like consecutive or concurrent
You seen his face cuz he never had a sentence that was consecutive or concurrent
He was just rapping, I was wrapped up in a whole lot of gang sh-- well, the Feds is watching, let me be careful how I word it
I'm not glorifying, I'm just highlighting my era (error) to show y'all I wasn't perfect
Now was it worth it? You in here with the devil
On this battle rap stage, he Ray J and I'm Ye: yeah you hit it first but I took this bitch to a different level
N***a, this shit is special, yeah, I'm from Nutty Blocc, we rep the YN, the Yankees, that's grey and blue, n***a
I'm from Nutty Blocc, yeah, that's my gang, it's not a crew, n***a
I really had to slide for this NY, I got n***as that done died for this NY, truthfully, I love this shit more than you n***a
Aye, a n***a been rappin' for a minute but really I'm home
This n***a up here with goofy ass Serius Jones
N***a tried to diss EFB with e'ry n***a in the clip, aight, well check this out, y'all just gotta fuck with me
You from Dot Mobb, you got Daylyt, that n***a said he'll fuck Diddy
And this n***a Rex look like he been smoking crys'
N***as stopped being with Dot Mobb-- matter fact, that's all y'all had, who the fuck are these other n***as, we looking like what they doing here?
Roc and Shine left Dot Mobb once they found out that you n***as weird
You still finally got to battle the face of the culture, the n***a that's been winning these belts
And it don't matter, yeah, you still loss but having a conversation with a real n***a is actually a win in itself
So when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes
Go 'head, third round, see if y'all can believe them lies
N***a, time

[Round 3: Murda Mook]
Yo, Gotti, don't fuck around and get the same ass whoopin' as them other n***as got before
You try something in here, I'ma tell Brizz to run over to Roc and tell him, "Lock the door"
I'll beat a whole buncha Blood out a Crip
It's gon' be like a stillbirth, you gon' be dead before you could make it out this bitch
I could beat the shit out you right here and still get my full back pay
Cuz when Smack hit my jack we both agreed that I would keep the wolves at Bay
Rest in peace to the greatest white boy to ever grace the SMACK stage
You went at my n***a Pat cuz he went at Game? Wait, that ain't gang, right? So that's lame
Well, no talking behind nobody back, say it to Pat face
I'ma help get the match made; .357 Mag Way, that's the address to where my n***a Pat Stay
But this your funeral, bro, ain't it beautiful, though?
And everybody in attendance came to "Look at you go"
Rest in peace, B.I.G.: the pillowcase over the hammer make the strap muffle
You wanna scuffle? Put up your knuckles and watch a gat punch you
Your fight with death, I bet that's gon' be your last tussle
Funeral? That always wins, you better ask Hustle
N***as only think you tough cuz you sound like Doughboy, think about it
Sounding like every gangsta movie from my childhood can be nostalgic
But just cuz you say "that's hard, cuz" that don't make you hard, cuz
Cuz they showed the soft n***as, too when Tre got up out the car, cuz
This is New York, fool, don't forget where you are, cuz
Cuz Marcus, what you say today could make you not be here tomorrow, cuz

{Crowd starts chanting "3-0"}

You a mark, cuz; all your war stories, {yawning} they starting to bore me, bruh
You alluded homicides since you was 14
But managed to get caught robbin' a Walgreens
What does it all mean?
He givin' information up, it's best I warn you
Marcus Van Troy, I bet; with Marcus, shit hit the fan, Troy stand for he'll Tell Right On You
Well, I pray you still got the merchandise, I'm in ya crib at night
Heard you tied the knot, me too... 'round your fuckin' wife
Situation, nothing light, to let him know it's real heavy, leg him with the steel dessi
What you bet then Doughboy tell us where them pills buried (Pillsbury)?
Let us roll up, I let the Beretta load up
John give every single ten (Singleton) of ya men lead that show up
Y'all see him alive now but what's gon' fuck your head up so much
Is where y'all hear Doughboy died soon as these credits go up
N***a, you Nuts is screwed up
We watched him get "fully bullied with punches" and y'all made him feel cool cuz he threw one
"Aiyyo, Geechi got Lux!" I said "to do what?!"
N***a, that was a sucka move y'all pulled with Lux
All of a sudden, you home where you from, now you Bishop and you tough
Now look who got the Juice, chump
And I'm Radames, hemming you up, making ya feet lift
And look at Q, look at Steel, look at Raheem, Crip
They standin' right behind you acting like they don't see shit
Small Taurus, see something short bus(t) retarded
Put a hole in your head like an ostrich and it hard as a rhinoceros
We don't hold on to shit, we let it go soon as we see ops
We could shoot it out 'til yellow tape got the streets blocked on a police block
So many bullets, you feel like they never gon' be stopped
You gon' hear Detox before you hear the clip from this heat drop, n***a
I run down like "What's up now?" he stutterin', something got his speech locked
He like "B-b-b-b-b-b"
I don't know if he talking or if he trying to beatbox
I'ma tell you something I been dyin' to hear
Irving Plaza, people really died in here
Gotti, you died on this stage, my man even died upstairs
Look at NuNu, bitch even dyed her hair
Straight Outta Locash, stupid mothafucka named Geechi
But the one thing we do agree on: NuNu Nellz can suck a dick cuz she sneaky
She publicly bet Drake that Reed'll beat me
She don't know that make y'all league look greasy
She look like Ronald McDonald and she freaky
She said fuck me but she a tree-she
She couldn't fuck Smack so she fucked Beasley
Wait, bitch, you fucked Eric, right (Wright)? So I hope you catch AIDS so when you die from it, I could yell "EASY (EAZY)!"
I done seen n***as come, I done seen n***as go
I seen my mother die the day I needed her the most
N***a, I see you with money now and I seen't you broke
N***as I went against became rich; 20 years putting pain in that's why I still remain, that's why I'm the fuckin' GOAT
EASY, N***A!