K Shine Vs Geechi Gotti song by URLtv from Primary Album Smack-volume-3. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Battle Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on December 15, 2018.
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K Shine Vs Geechi Gotti Meaning
| [[Round 1: Geechi Gotti] Nigga you’se a bitch! And I’m here to prove that in front of all that vouch you Get loud in here tonight, and I’ma Smack the Volume out you Nigga get tough and I’ma show ’em you a punk clown Stand over the body, just like your jewelry, I gotta bust down Nigga touch down, that’s what we holla when the pack land Gauge wit’ me, I’ma let the 12 gun this nigga down (For what?) Cause he a black man He get the back hand Knife open him up, he gon’ need closure Loud buck, so you can hear the “Cut” like the scene over I done battled the top pen, when niggas swore it was danger Then I put JC back in the box since he was born in a manger Nigga Tech-9 got 30’d, Suge got a heart check I went to war with Top and Nitty, two niggas you ain’t even fought yet I had tougher competition, if we talkin’ ’bout matches against Ward Aye I (A.I.) didn’t show up but, what we talkin’ ’bout? Practice? This nigga’s an actress And he ain’t never faced this kind of pressure I don’t even think Shine real he need a diamond tester Iron stretcher, dawg gon’ find K laid out with his forehead open Coroner showed up, we like, “What y’all waitin’ on? Y’all already know K’s slogan.” You know I’m locin’ I’ll chuck a “C” in his face, open his mug, now we can see in his face He a disgrace Tryin’ to convince y’all that he’s not soft Get his block knocked off Show me your flag if you want, you gettin’ shot dawg I’ll leave you and your rag wet up, now it’s a wash cloth I’ll watch dawg, 50 shots, extended Glocks, that’s how a boss get down The docs found all the shells still in his body like, “Damn. I guess he never really lost a round.” I’ll toss the pound It’s a throwaway pistol, you just had a battle with Jae? I’ll make you battle the blade You can’t fuck wit’ me, get cut swiftly Think bankrupt how he went from Millz (mills) to a buck 50 This punk silly The A.R. will have that look on his face torn off Next time he chuck up the X, you’ll be in the casket with your arms crossed This a body, after this, niggas won’t hear from him That black (Blac) bag you gettin’ ain’t Champion of the year money Listen here dummy All that clique shit in battle rap I ain’t feelin’ it cuz (cause) You niggas was fightin’ over Twork like it was only one bitch in the club I’m grippin’ the snub, finna terrorize you Two shot, get one sent (cent) in his mouth, he tryin’ to pass the breathalyzer “Another six foot-” oh them the bars y’all was waitin’ on? BAOW! Lower his casket so he can be six foot like the niggas you be hatin’ on That’s on the set Do you niggas believe in a parallel- man word to Danny, I do nigga the .9 spittin’ it’s crazy He died at night but his fam’ still in mourning (morning) like it’s a time difference My mind different, every battle this nigga almost rumble And that’s why y’all think cuz wit’ the shit? He be ballin’ up his fist and bitin’ at his lip Every battle he attempt to fight, at 16 I was fightin’ an attempt Nigga true story, can’t tell me how I ain’t gon’ shoot Detectives question me ’bout murder (Murda) I said, “Bitch I don’t know Mook.” Bro you, gon’ have to realize tonight just ain’t yo’ night You finna have to bite this L the same way you was bitin’ [?] This nigga Shine said, “Oh y’all got me fucked up. Thinkin’ I was all bark but no bite.” BAOW! Let’s see you attempt to fight for yo’ life Nigga chopper in my hands My K vs this K, let’s see who’s rounds hit harder Nigga I’m a clip sparker, had the knife in the cut I could’ve stabbed him, instead I let the .40 take care of this little bitch, it’s a sugar daddy The .9 extended, bitch long as a musket Just sayin’ this bitch came wit’ a dick like them trannies you fucked wit’ You’se a fruit cake, takin’ pictures with duck lip The reason why the shit on your lip ain’t healed cause you prolly- Man pause Yeah press play on this faggot I’m sprayin’ the ratchet, he try to run and I’ma hit back like, I can’t hear what you sayin’ it’s static And I ain’t just rappin’, nigga this me everyday I ain’t actin’ cuz Crime was payin’ me, way before Smack and them was Street nigga, came up robbin’ packs from plugs Yeah I appreciate this good shit this rap shit does But think Twork, I can always go back to jackin’ drugs (Jakk and Drugz) And when it’s real- , [Round 1: K-Shine] I said yo! Arm up on the champ like Rocky hit the old steps If I don’t win, I wet Champion and the winner (in the winter) ’til they get cold sweats Go check, you had NY rockin’ witchu, and the whole west Nigga had the gas on both sides like a road test You heard “K-Shine ain’t lose a round”, you were so stressed He even started helpin’ Millz (meal) prep like a coat check The nerve of you “I can’t let you get this cuz, that’s on the whole set.” Nigga I wasn’t tryin’ to take ya turn, you get to go next You heard three rounds of Millz and told that nigga he was ready Nigga you’se a bitch! Ruger clip, if I sneak a cat on his back like Puma kicks You would get band aids and half a mask like The Lunatics Gruesome shit Block drills, they yellin’ out, “Move the kids!” I even nick a teen (nicotine) in the hand, let’s see who can (hookah) stick Enough of that hookah shit, I got somethin’ special for you Loc I’m in the vapors now, I’m finna get all you smoked “Rest in peace to the cuz” will be all you post Feelin’ froggy then somethin’ lick and fly until all you croak Boy, I am ’bout to do your mother’s son bad Like always feedin’ the other one last F and left back like he wasn’t on task Watch for anybody wit’ him, you see another gun blast Pound on the side of Coffee mug like #1 Dad Louie slugger, I go to bat for him like mom dukes Make him have a seat without the arms like a bar stool For helpin’ Millz, ridin’ wit’ niggas you don’t even know like a carpool Bird clappin’ off his roof Alonzo with the Piru’s Serial on the gun, I ain’t scratch it off, I just slide through Then push the label under Gotti like Ja Rule I’m over him, I let him fly down like the zipper stuck Watch this dickhead turn into a pussy, Nip & Tuck Knife, I could’ve punctured his lung But the fifth is tucked, so it’s either your cover get blown or the jig is up I’m in Bompton, where Gotti at? , [Geechi] Ain’t no Bompton [K-Shine] I’m in Bompton like, “Where Gotti at?” Shotty strapped, point between the grill like a Pontiac Will he give everybody a wake (awake) like insomniacs? Well that depend on the pill (peel); hypochondriac Strap under his chin, point at the top, like a party hat His girl like, “Stop, don’t y’all start with that.” Shut up, caught him (quarter) with the machine like a laundry mat Hollow’s into Drake (In the Drac), like a Mike Zombie track Give him five rounds from 80, Party Arty back Boy this ’bout to be crazier than stealin’ from a nigga, then ask for a solid I’m talkin’ crazy like, the doctor see the wounds and they ask for deposits I’m talkin’ crazy like, the hole wide enough, I can hide the strap in his noggin’ Makin’ sure his roof is past the (pastor) [?], ‘Trapped In The Closet’ I had to gossip with the knife, it’s been a minute since we chopped it up But me and the Ruger clip, both drop outs, school was not for us Three strikes movement, get robbed in an alley with a chopper up Fuck ya lil’ C’s (Lil’ Cease), I’ll shoot ya seed if ya Junior Mafia My crew’s squadin’ up [?] wit’ a inf’, leavin’ y’all wit’ a stench I don’t care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, or out there mobbin’ wit’ ya Crips They all get credit for this hit You know it’s ‘Hard Out Here For A Pimp’ Lay it down before I raise a pound like a hi-5 Twins and a pair will shoot (parachute) like a skydive I’m in your neighborhood wit’ a semi, this a drive-by What up Crippy? I get to clockin’ 60’s like GrindTime Headshot, that’ll put your pupils on the blindside Stomach in knots, that’s the definition of some mob ties Pupils? Stomach? Y’all owin’ But y’all ain’t lookin’ through the guidelines This the mafia I’m settin’ up an organized (organ eyes) crime Nigga kiss yo’ ass goodbye Pucker up, 12 inch clip, I put a foot down, enough’s enough You ain’t even see me runnin’ up Snuck him like a sucker punch Big nose on an arm swingin’ do the Humpty Hump That’s a Juice shot, 2Pac, ‘Hit ‘Em Up’ Get ya crew shot, with an oowop, lift him up NWX, the rest of you niggas suck 1-0 nigga, Zip ‘Em Up! , [Round 2: Geechi Gotti] Shut all that bullshit up. All y’all fucked up for even gassin’ that shit right there man. Nigga rappin’ some real elementary shit But look, I’m Champion Of The Year let me tell you why Cause if I get the money I’ma go right back to the hood with my peeps and shit If he win the money these niggas all helped him write it so they gotta split it two grands a piece and shit Yeah, so don’t y’all wanna cheer for that Nigga I’ll sleep this bitch You see the blood leakin’ out him? The doc’s runnin’ out of time, I’m lookin’ at him But all I think is lookin’ at one of his battles cause I just see DNA comin’ out of Shine What you niggas right together? Y’all be sittin’ on the couch sharin’ ideas like it’s therapy Judgin’ off his last battle, my partner said, “That couldn’t be Shine. Cause that was Eric B.” There’s niggas scared of me That shit you do be wack I can’t even call it rap You say simple shit, that if I said it, these fuck boys wouldn’t even react You be like, “I’ll get something stuck in his head. That’s a tumor Ratchet’s talkin’, he say/she say, that’s a rumor Two .5’s lift him to God; hallelujah.” And you be standin’ there lookin’ stupid like, “That’s my junior.” Nigga you’se a loser Today cuz dyin’ You went from the Mobb to the X Niggas been tradin’ Shine like a blood diamond Nigga speakin’ of Blood, nigga where is you from? Y’all see how dude stutterin’ that’s cause he fake Blood he food colorin’ I’m a Crip Disrespect that on my mama I’ma shoot you I don’t wanna hear no Blood call, keep it neutral I ain’t sayin’ shit but BAOW! I’d rather let the coroner soowoop (swoop) you You gon’ shoot who? I got the heat that’ll bang at his friend It ain’t a headshot cause I’m aimin’ at a Brim Is this some gang shit? Or some rap shit? Three shots will make a Brim disappear This a hat trick, I’m that sick I’ll catch you wit’ ya bitch and this shit serious When she see Blood in a box, it ain’t her period Catch you at your BM house and get poppin’ Left lil’ Blood leakin’ in her pad, the bitch spottin’ Bitch stop it Yo’ gang bangin’ ain’t like mine Stop comparin’ it My hood got history, all that OG beef, I inherited it Think surrogates, even though it ain’t mines, I’ma carry it I ain’t hearin’ it Niggas wanna talk all this gang shit when they don’t even know the culture These niggas only bangin’ on pics like a Jordan poster Fuck a holster Straps fully auto with the silencer You can get killed for mistakin’ the sound like white people sayin’ “Monica” I’m tired of cuz Talkin’ tough, ’til I show up with the clips and let it spray through I could’ve just slapped Shine but for all that spice, I’m smokin’ K too (K2) I used to sell dope by a staircase Then I start jackin’ Niggas thought it was T-Top, I used to rob ’em with bare (Bear) face Nigga face the facts, you from a well known snitch city and you proud of that Niggas from yo’ city, as long as they got money, they can tell And y’all will honor that Snitch ass Harlem niggas, if Alpo and Nicky was from my hood, we’d have shot them boys I guess y’all code word was that Chuck E. Cheese (What the fuck that mean?) As long as that nigga can be a rat, as long as they got some coins But look I would’ve shot- Yeah, it’s okay to be a rat as long as they got some coins I would’ve shot them boys I got a bald head for the bald head nigga in ya clique Watch the bullets smash his brain Will he survive? I don’t know? Doctor soundin’ like a weather man, they predict a low chance for Rain Cuz is gon’ get you shot, nigga don’t be stupid If this ya lil’ homie, you better tell him to stand there and rap Don’t get emotional when he know he losin’ If he do, I’m gonna assume that you told cuz, do it on my Power shit Rain’ll (Raina’ll) get killed from how the bro was movin’ Oh it’s boomin’ I’ll have the Eagle in ya face cause I ain’t into surprises Got him starin’ at the Desert so long he think he seein’ mirages You’se a fag, type that need to be in the closet I heard about y’all 2 on 2’s, Shine always get the back end, he let DNA keep the deposits It’s 2018, yeah nigga, who you beatin’ with them ’88 lines AK, the chopper made me hate .9’s This bitch will get dumped over DNA like I found out the baby ain’t mines This a hate crime Talkin’ ’bout you gon’ give me $9,000 That was somethin’ son tried to tease me ’bout But you shot a video called ‘New Crib’ at Beasley house Who needs the clout? Talkin’ ’bout you only use the kitchen That’s cause when you spend the night, he got you doin’ the dishes You niggas bitchin’ They bathed you and birthed you Give you allowances, prolly gave you a curfew These niggas birthed you You they baby K, thought you was they killer then realized you gettin’ killed, oh you crazy K The .80 spray Dead slippin’ from the gun where the hit is Backslide like, “Damn, I thought you was done with this shit.” And when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes It’s yo’ turn, see if you can make niggas believe them damn lies [Round 2: K-Shine] Nigga what lies?! These all facts! Machete in his throat Take out the lil’ knife, don’t let the short stay like a telly wit’ a hoe Oh you think it’s a game? ‘Til I’m on the celly wit’ the bro In Bay Area, ready to make a hit with E-40 ‘Tell Me When To Go’ Knock it over, or every hour on the hour, they’ll be changin’ all your cotton balls Checkin’ on your respirators, makin’ sure your socks is on Hospital bed, jacked up in the air like they dropped the call I’m in the other window, Tommy on the stairs like I drawers BLAAAT! That shit makin’ gang statements But you Bloody when I blew (blue), nigga we finna trade places More to actually clap Caught a rapper from SMACK, Shea Davis The code: Askin’ for work (What that mean?) He ain’t make it They playin’, like they don’t see me on my grind JayBlac like easy, we don’t want you speedin’ through your rounds What’s all the fuckin’ hype about? Nigga this is Geechi versus Shine He like, “We need you on a 10” “Why? When I can beat him with a .9” Eagle on my side, waitin’ for the good flop Mask and goggles, like I’m on my to woodshop Mardi Gras, they titties show when I’m takin’ off tops I spill the beans outta anybody reppin’ Neighborhood, Watch Put the mop back in the closet, I did the chores Nah, turn into that old K-Shine, give ’em more Headshot, he ran off the collar, get ya dawg It’s finna pour I keep pushin’ the button, I missed the floor I let your son see you gettin’ rocked, Miss Shakur They took a half moon by the star; Singapore I make ’em sure This mark is here (hair) twisted, he Immature Bay (bae) get the texts (TECs) every five minutes, I’m insecure Let me catch you in your G ride tryin’ to spin past Quick flash Point in cracker grill; Riff Raff G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a diss track Cause all it takes is one .50 to push Gotti whole shit back He get the uppercut to the gut and a quick jab He gettin’ two different type of socks, this a mismatch Tell the homie sit back I took his strap, I took his knife, I took his gat I took his Nina, I took his MAC Now everything’s on me, I’m givin’ back This the smack, bro you thought you was…tryin’ to show you Buddy Love So you can get somebody reppin’ Nutty, Professor Tool in the sweater, I’m ’bout drop cuz The choppers out like the grandma in the hot tub Glock, snub or the semi with the drum out Denise on her first date, this shit will take a clump (Klump) out Professor squeezin’ in the whip like the potion finna run out Nigga it’s been days when I did drills and I wasn’t hittin’ nothin’ When you a shooter, you can tell the off day, the first time you feel a button There’s been times I aim for a noggin’, and heard I pushed a nigga gut in Like, “How I do that? Fuck it He can think on an empty stomach.” I double back, put down the strap, got to cuttin’ Mid sentence, he caught a part in (pardon) the interruption (inner-ruption) I done did niggas Superbad, I’m talkin’ ID’s for organs; McLovin First Newport of the day, the cig’ (Sig’) bustin’ It’s a reason, I keep it on the low, a nigga creepin’ But soon as they holler they spirits Christmas evenin’ Double barrel, sing like a carol, ’tis the season Compressor, I let it whisper in ya ear “Gotti can you keep a secret” I love my new gun connect He convenient He send a text (TECs) under the table, I’m in a meeting Headshot, I put his eyeballs by the teeth then He be a vegetable, or watch what you eatin’, that nigga vegan Nigga, we can put the guns down Forget the squeezin’ Believe it, we can shake on it, I’m in agreement He gettin’ fucked up as soon as they (day) off, this the weekend My crew on the first, proof in the work, this will crack a nigga cheek in Nigga- kiss- you know what? Go ahead man. Go ‘head man [Round 3: Geechi Gotti] This shit fucked up man But I can see it now it’s all clearer Most these niggas don’t wanna lift you up, ’til they forced to be your Pallbearers Did y’all hear him? Actin’ like his crew do homi’s? Then how come my niggas the ones trapped in the system like the new Jumanji? My patna had a baby, he said his daughter changed his life full throttle First words she learned, was how to ask for a bottle That nigga dead now Man, when the good die, those be the worst ones The last words he heard was “bah bah”, sounds just like his daughter’s first ones I’m one of the realest niggas in this shit! I demand that stripe My patna got an L then they charged him with another body, yeah I said that right Cuz ain’t never comin’ home, but somehow he got a second chance at life You understand my gripes? So much anger inside, it’s hard for me to smile I never had a job all I did was rob the Closest I came to a briefcase (brief case) was a speedy trial These streets is wild That’s somethin’ I gotta teach my child You know the reason why they hate us I’m from a hood where the wrong word will get your face stuck in school Teacher looked at me said, “I don’t see nothin’ Special.” That’s cause I had the .38 tucked You a fake fuck Claimin’ my lifestyle, man this shit unusual Realized I was married to the street life cause every time I walked down a aisle, it was a funeral This shit unusual I know fiends who be smokin’ until they lungs sore I’m in the spot like this can’t be life, I know it’s much more Them junkies steady knockin’ on the front door Nigga, I done seen four heads on the same rock like Mt. Rushmore Nigga what’s war? When ever since a kid I’ve been duckin’ shots The first rule was, “Don’t run, nigga get down.” Man I was six the first time I realized you ain’t gotta spar just to hear rounds This clear now My patna just lost in trial, I seen his mom, she had tears in her eyes That pain really cost her smile She said, “Gotti you will never understand until you lost a child.” She spent all her money buyin’ him a lawyer, judge still gave him an L Bet she wished she would’ve bought him a vowel Nigga I was lost, but now I’m found Now I keep the money bag (Moneybagg) wit’ me like I’m Yo Gotti I still shoot a nigga after he dead, cause I don’t trust nobody (no body) You niggas hear me rap, y’all don’t really know Gotti Can’t talk no gang shit to me, homie you ain’t did enough The Feds, hit Witt wit’ the oowhop when they hit him up You can see the staples under his shirt, that’s if he lift it up I’m just tellin’ you, you them niggas had to literally zip him up Nigga what?! We rep the game until our last breath is gone We even put the hood on the tomb, that’s our definition of set in (and) stone The weapon drawn Out the window when I Hawk him down If the pigs find any shell in this whip Cuz I’ma wish I would’ve lost them rounds My patna was 15 when he took his time He just made a mistake I said, “Lil dawg, use your time to change yo’ life and sharpen your tools.” That lil’ nigga made him a shank He ain’t never even been out wit’ a bitch, we wasn’t trippin’ Least the judge gave him a date Nigga what you gon’ say? I lost to A. Ward? Ain’t no real niggas believe nothin’ that fraud say Cause he believe God the only nigga with the power to give life Tell Him to explain how come that judge keep givin’ my niggas all day And y’all gay Cause all of a sudden he a gang banger and y’all believe him Check his old battles, we didn’t see none of that Blood shit comin’ out He must’ve been internally bleedin’ Don’t give me a reason, these niggas wanna be me I’m from the streets G On a mission the first rule we learned was to leave the phone home like E.T Man, these niggas couldn’t beat me But anyway man, you know it is man, Mafia Man, and when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes Yo turn, see if you can make niggas believe them lies Nigga time [Round 3: K-Shine] Man, this nigga said he got shot by accident at a party Then the very next week he said he took his pussy ass back to the party If a nigga would’ve shot me by accident at a party The news reporter would’ve been like, “There’s entirely too many accidents at this party.” Niggas would’ve been bouncin’ wit’ the bouncers Runnin’ like a relay Breakin’ with the dancers, I would’ve been cuttin’ like the DJ Niggas in the section like, “He fuckin’ up my B-day!” Beans on the record like an album dropped with Freeway Only way I would’ve went back to the party Bay Is to shoot a buster (Busta) in the club like ‘Pass The Courvoisier’ But everyday you out here puttin’ shells in your clip? You doin’ all these Hammer crimes with your guys But they the only ones gettin’ nailed for the shit? This why I know you lyin’, and anything you sellings a jip Murder in every story, I’m sick and tired of it all these Tales From The Crypt (Crip) Nigga, gangstas move in silence, and you wildin’ Talkin’ ’bout other niggas life and then glorify it The shit I do be so crazy…I gotta do the same exact thing to any nigga that talk about it What we talkin’ ’bout then? Nigga I been real since birth {Pew, bow, blat blat} Gun gestures with everything in the playpen At 16 I had my first crack charge By 17 I was caged in, 20 large off of hard Mama ain’t approve, wouldn’t even let me pay rent They offered me a nickle for some dimes and a dime for the nickle I said, “This shit don’t make sense (cents).” Nigga I stuck to battle rap for my kids So before I let the .8 spin I think, “If I raise this gun who gon’ raise them?” For that, I been kill y’all niggas all year My second half, Smack gotta pay 10 So Gotti can’t talk none of that Mafia shit to made men Now here’s the contradiction For one grand, the gun BAOW that’s a Drumline One band, one sound He in the hospital, one dead, one down Kickin’ with the deuce, Lui Kang, Kung Lao Nigga cool down or lay down here (hair) Nu Nellz Rush Hours (ours), push the goddamn button; Juntao I’m talkin’ every little bullet loaded in the tool now If you don’t like the rules under this roof then move out I could give a hoot ’bout, ya mob still Crippin’ I’ll have red flags wherever your Compton Menace Push the wrong bus like Comp in Menace Get it through your thick skull until you comprehensive Revolver spinin’ Nah, this time I whip him He get a butt out the situation, mind ya business I palm the biscuit, heat seeking ’til I find a victim And take the sensors (censors) off, this non explicit This kinda distance, will turn an H3 to a Honda Civic The fact of the matter was gettin’ at him (atom); Quantum Physics He caught the low cuts and the air bubble; Lebron Olympics Then rain there (reindeer) in the ear; Donner/Blitzen My mind is twisted, light bulb in the ceilin’, I’m screwed up Ya jewels plus, I get to bookin’ (book in) slime; Goosebumps Tool tuck, arm extended like “Move up” Comin’ to kill, one in the mil’ like true love Nigga that’s a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit ‘Em Up Get ya crew shot wit’ an oowop, pick him up NWX, the rest of these niggas suck And the Champion is here nigga, Zip ‘Em Up!] |
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This lirics prodiucer by Eric Beasley & Smack White.
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K Shine Vs Geechi Gotti song is written by K-Shine & Geechi Gotti
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