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We got Geechi Gotti versus...
Nigga only my bitch can call me "handsome"
Keep that gay shit over there and not in my vision
Cause if I get to trippin', Glocks get to spittin'
Half the body's stiff, upper body don't move but the legs still shakin'
Yo Smack, if this nigga Twitchin' on Caffeine, ain't that a conflict of interest?
As God is my witness, I'll beat you 'til you brain dead, ya family makin' hospital visits
Decidin' whether or not to pull the plug on this woke nigga
Now that's a conscious decision
Nigga you always usin' words we can't understand, I'm not impressed
Only Big words you need to be concerned wit' is 'Who Shot Ya' and Life After Death
I'm at ya neck, bet not hear a scream if I knock a nigga down
Bеt he stay down like McDonalds' ice crеam machine
Fuck a nigga mean?
Ask my ops when it came it came to pain if they felt me
Before we ever heard of Lux I had niggas hooked up to tools askin' doctors if everything Healthy
Yeah, you gon' get shot and bleed in the streets
Coroner showin' up like, "Leave it to me."
Harlem Hospital ain't gotta give beds out, all we need is the sheet
All we need is a leash, I'm finna dog walk you
It's a body, no matter how hard this nigga try
Think Squid Games, you done lost your marbles old man, you finna die
I wonder why, you this close and I ain't slapped you yet
Truth is, I done put in mo' work than over half you vets
Check the stats, resume's not even close at all
I ain't one of these niggas you had in the Lionz Den, coachin' and vouchin' fo', I don't look up to dawg
I did this shit off my own skill, with no lucks (Lux) involved
Trust me dawg, all my niggas in the buildin' and we the only ones holdin'
So fuck Lux, cause only my guns Loaded
Make sure I put you in (U.N.) front, then un-load it
Fuck is cuz smokin'?
We clearly was thuggin'
At the hospital, got ya family dryin' the tears, keep 'em comin'
See how fast you go from the Beloved to the "dearly beloved"
For years he been runnin'
Battlin' once a year
They gon' say, "Cuz such a performer
Lux just be securing the bag."
You know who else be securin' the bag? The motherfuckin' coroners
Tell yo' bitch, pipe down, I motherfuckin' warn her
Cause he know, I ain't the one, that's a fuckin' fact
Have you in the crib tied up like, "Where them fuckin' racks?"
She gon' watch me kill Lux or (Luxor) or, "hoe tell (hotel) me where the money at"
This a stick up
You gon' get a bullet out of every muhfuckin' Glock I'm holdin'
Shells stuck in his head, literally, locked in (and) Loaded
I'm the one these niggas not controllin'
I'ma say what I'm gon' say
I don't wanna hear no, "Hoodie Lux is the GOAT." That shit be so gay
Nigga, they die in every hood, what difference is a gray one gon' make?
Nigga haters gon' hate but we was never friends
Show up to Harlem lookin' for yo' crib
You better let me in
Masked up, gloves on, I work in medicine
Show up to D Lux (deluxe) apartment in disguise like The Jeffersons
Movin' on up, I can't wait to see you die
Gun butt you 'til yo' facial features slide
Pistol whippin' Loaded 'til the gun catch a D.U.I
Yo' fans ever see you cry?
You gon' drop a tear (tier) today
I ain't here to play nigga
100 rounds it ain't a semi
This fully Loaded with some of everything in him
Petty game nigga
Try to run I hit him with the deuce deuce
That mutherfucka travel
Hit his calf and his thigh when it blew through
Leg shot, now his knees don't match with his body like NuNu
I don't fuck with bitches, look like Big Bird
Should have one of the home girls steal her (Steeler) like Pittsburgh
For tryin' to black when a real nigga talkin'
Put that bitch in a box, code word was: Nail In The Coffin
Y'all don't be around real niggas often
And on me it's crazy
Squeeze the .80
A bald head in her stomach ain't Beasley baby
Y'all need to hate me
Cause wasn't you fuckin' wit' her too?
Was it around the time of the pregnancy?
You seen what happen to cuz baby, that's a child we will never see
It's only right I bring it up on the Drake card
Since it ain't get a chance at a Born Legacy
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

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• Featuring: Loaded Lux, Geechi Gotti
• Produced: Eric Beasley, Smack White
• Written: Loaded Lux, Geechi Gotti
• Recorded At: Long Beach, California, USA
• Release Date: October 30, 2021

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[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]

We got Geechi Gotti versus...
Nigga only my bitch can call me "handsome"
Keep that gay shit over there and not in my vision
Cause if I get to trippin', Glocks get to spittin'
Half the body's stiff, upper body don't move but the legs still shakin'
Yo Smack, if this nigga Twitchin' on Caffeine, ain't that a conflict of interest?
As God is my witness, I'll beat you 'til you brain dead, ya family makin' hospital visits
Decidin' whether or not to pull the plug on this woke nigga
Now that's a conscious decision
Nigga you always usin' words we can't understand, I'm not impressed
Only Big words you need to be concerned wit' is 'Who Shot Ya' and Life After Death
I'm at ya neck, bet not hear a scream if I knock a nigga down
Bеt he stay down like McDonalds' ice crеam machine
Fuck a nigga mean?
Ask my ops when it came it came to pain if they felt me
Before we ever heard of Lux I had niggas hooked up to tools askin' doctors if everything Healthy
Yeah, you gon' get shot and bleed in the streets
Coroner showin' up like, "Leave it to me."
Harlem Hospital ain't gotta give beds out, all we need is the sheet
All we need is a leash, I'm finna dog walk you
It's a body, no matter how hard this nigga try
Think Squid Games, you done lost your marbles old man, you finna die
I wonder why, you this close and I ain't slapped you yet
Truth is, I done put in mo' work than over half you vets
Check the stats, resume's not even close at all
I ain't one of these niggas you had in the Lionz Den, coachin' and vouchin' fo', I don't look up to dawg
I did this shit off my own skill, with no lucks (Lux) involved
Trust me dawg, all my niggas in the buildin' and we the only ones holdin'
So fuck Lux, cause only my guns Loaded
Make sure I put you in (U.N.) front, then un-load it
Fuck is cuz smokin'?
We clearly was thuggin'
At the hospital, got ya family dryin' the tears, keep 'em comin'
See how fast you go from the Beloved to the "dearly beloved"
For years he been runnin'
Battlin' once a year
They gon' say, "Cuz such a performer
Lux just be securing the bag."
You know who else be securin' the bag? The motherfuckin' coroners
Tell yo' bitch, pipe down, I motherfuckin' warn her
Cause he know, I ain't the one, that's a fuckin' fact
Have you in the crib tied up like, "Where them fuckin' racks?"
She gon' watch me kill Lux or (Luxor) or, "hoe tell (hotel) me where the money at"
This a stick up
You gon' get a bullet out of every muhfuckin' Glock I'm holdin'
Shells stuck in his head, literally, locked in (and) Loaded
I'm the one these niggas not controllin'
I'ma say what I'm gon' say
I don't wanna hear no, "Hoodie Lux is the GOAT." That shit be so gay
Nigga, they die in every hood, what difference is a gray one gon' make?
Nigga haters gon' hate but we was never friends
Show up to Harlem lookin' for yo' crib
You better let me in
Masked up, gloves on, I work in medicine
Show up to D Lux (deluxe) apartment in disguise like The Jeffersons
Movin' on up, I can't wait to see you die
Gun butt you 'til yo' facial features slide
Pistol whippin' Loaded 'til the gun catch a D.U.I
Yo' fans ever see you cry?
You gon' drop a tear (tier) today
I ain't here to play nigga
100 rounds it ain't a semi
This fully Loaded with some of everything in him
Petty game nigga
Try to run I hit him with the deuce deuce
That mutherfucka travel
Hit his calf and his thigh when it blew through
Leg shot, now his knees don't match with his body like NuNu
I don't fuck with bitches, look like Big Bird
Should have one of the home girls steal her (Steeler) like Pittsburgh
For tryin' to black when a real nigga talkin'
Put that bitch in a box, code word was: Nail In The Coffin
Y'all don't be around real niggas often
And on me it's crazy
Squeeze the .80
A bald head in her stomach ain't Beasley baby
Y'all need to hate me
Cause wasn't you fuckin' wit' her too?
Was it around the time of the pregnancy?
You seen what happen to cuz baby, that's a child we will never see
It's only right I bring it up on the Drake card
Since it ain't get a chance at a Born Legacy
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

[Round 1: Loaded Lux]

West coast...
It's for my niggas up north getting full on that jack mac
Another Smack back, I got a nigga to back smack
Another handicap match
No wrench
Just a Nut job with his screws loose but I'm back to that old fix
You don't get to pick and choose I just abuse this the bruise
I'll black and leave the Blue's Clues that'll show 'em
You don't ignore why the grounds floor tour guide say, "If you don't amount to the Rushmore climb, you can run into a snow cliff."
You chose this
You home but feel flown in
They done put a Crip in Kypton and the riverbed 'bout the only thing you can float wit'
Without a boat just, this body gon' make you look a Lil' Yachty
You know I'm sittin' on some shit and I'm at the potty
Drake is hosting
When a Star track (Trek) down a final Vulcan
The highest voltage, what I'm evokin'
Heaven's Gate without the poachin'
Locked up in the same food chains I got all ya GOATs in
You ever saw what it looks like when the predators pray?
It's minus the pulpit they put the pope in
This the pulp you get beat to when you're poachin'
Oh shit, a Lion approachin'
It's more like blood in the water, tides in the ocean
When they brought you out on the floor...all I saw was a dyin' goldfish
I wanted to find a bowl you could soak in
But this a moment
And it's gon' steal a stage
Just spill ya brains
It hurts but such appeal (a pill) it gave
Y'all don't know a killer pain when it ain't Ibuprofens
"Loaded Lux is Geechi Gotti opponent?"
What the fuck is in that Cali weed and how high you get smokin' it?
They must be literally puttin' the dope in
Drizzy you drowsy, Mama they jokin', they know it's crickets
When the young grasshopper get loud like he big fly
Why? That's how bugged out Loc is (locust)
Boastin'
Nigga, right now I want you to get out your phone then
Nigga, I want you to see how I'm comin' across screenin' you like a flood warning advisory notice
(What you do Loaded?!)
I steps to my business like sobriety coaches
Yo' sisters and yo' brother and them
Where ever your auntie and uncle is
I hope a doctor consolin'
You already dead to be knowledge opposin'
Get beat good if it's not in (noddin') ya head
You niggas got to wake up, he boppin' to Loaded
You might not get this event 'til later like every bed in the hospital COVID
His pops didn't know the degrees he was up against
'Fore (four) headin' out 'til the body was frozen
Son was a hot head, got his temperature checked, but the mama the (thermometer) coldest
"Not my Bay Loc!" In here thinkin' he Beowulf
You don't stop and compose ya what this author composed of
It's paper on the line
And I get the feelings like margins and quotas
What we arguin' over?
You smarter, you older, you know the repercussions
Of Every. Fuccin'. Bar. that you wrote up, I took note of
Ya man check engine light on, and I'm just startin' to motor
"Gotti a whole movie out here Loaded."
Yeah I know son
You talkin' the '96 version or the 2018 one with Travolta
Which mob flick you niggas wanna

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for?
Cause this shit never
Which ever
Father God he is in here with the Godfather
I can see no (Casino) for you to play Untouchable, you a Goodfella nigga
I'm not believin' in them lies
"I got the .40. He gon' be all right"
He's a St., I can see it in his eyes (Ides)
It can't be true
So I was at the airport, right?
I ran into this old plumber, he used to work outta Death Row Studio- he done been in more gangsta shit than you, nigga
You low key a Huxtable
I believe when you got to Compton them niggas was punkin' you
To get down with the set like, get comfortable
Lux is who they put on the table, oh you the Lunchable
Gave you a gang of money, ain't the hundred's blue?
Sucka you
What, I gotta put it in Geechi or somethin'? Ya Gullah gullible nigga
Simple
Ignorant
Like them rhymes you be kickin'
Make this nigga rap tonight man
I don't wanna hear all them theatrics and tappin'
That shit

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You gon' wing it, but that bird shit won't fly nigga the pen win
Send it
Don't talk to me about big pay
I watched you rap for five weeks straight just to split 150K
We got paid way more than that in just the- we got case
This is fine dinin' versus nickel and dimin'
You ain't got it, that's why you outta pocket
We could've booked this on The Riot
But my fee a (mafia) make Gotti forget about it
I mean this is a sweep bro
I got to keep hittin' this garbage nigga wit' clean blows
They said Gotti was a maid (made), man
Yeah, that's finito
Is he slow?
Y'all don't find it odd
I watched a doc with this nigga walkin' through the Grandees
Talkin' 'bout how his man he, got cool with some ops behind bars
And on camera, you said you could relate
Kinda bangin' is these niggas doin'? That shit sound fake
Are you a fraud? A whole façade?
You said ya man found religion and turned to the Lord
You might as well have followed in his footsteps
I mean, you already in here givin' ya life to God, nigga
Pop the jar, man
I want to give him the real sauce of what I'm cookin'
This nigga tofu
Askin' me, 'bout nigga's daddy in a relationship that they go through
I'm goin' loco on a local
At the mail office, nigga I'm 'pose to (postal)
Fuck you thought?
They tried to make consciousness look soft
Ain't nothin' small minded about a nigga that stood tall
I fought 'em all, nigga spiritual fights, hood brawls
Boyz N The Hood talkin' 'bout, "I don't wanna hear that bullshit Sharif."
They wasn't sayin' that when I was takin' they football
Y-y-you do know Sharif in Menace II Society is the same guy that was in Boyz N The Hood that was takin' these nigga's football
I just wanna make sure you niggas know what to look for
Tonight don't gun bar me to death
You know, your usual
"I couldn't come back until the clip was empty", you know, the usual
You gon' start lookin' more like a fat chick puttin' on
You squeezin' (squeeze in ) it, but the body don't suit you
That's hard for me to throw ya
You caught a body, and it's prolly a partner in yoga, you're now walkin' with Yoda
Thoughts of a loner
With this art I'm a donor
Don't I give you niggas this work, out the heart of the folder
You gon' fold up
You not that sharp and you showed us
I saw you on that live
Petrified of the squad car when it rolled up
Tryin' to justify the part when you froze up
Like, "Nah. You don't know cuz."
We don't know what?
Oh you had that Addams's Family Thing on you?
Cause one minute you was there then there was nobody (no body)
Just hands (Hanz) walkin' alone bruh
You can't be serious
Believe you a shooter?
Nigga you want peace in ya future
But for these stacks you gon' rap like you want smoke
You the whole pack
That drop back and sat by the tree like Buddha
Maaaan, I ain't seen a nigga pop out that scared since- since Debo knocked out the nigga for the beach cruiser
You want some of this too old man?!
No
Geechi why you come 'round Harlem, sittin' 'round here messin' with these people for?
Get yo' ass in the car man
Time

[Round 2: Geechi Gotti]

I know a dope fiend when I see one
You know the loc a felon
State to state trafficking that white baby, I had that cocoa mailin' (Cocomelon)
What bro bro sellin'?
The fact that he tone tone?
You supposed to be some milk drinkin' muhfucka wit' strong bones?
I don't give a fuck about them ab exercises Lux
This '40 will bust open a six pack quicker than Stone Cold
Nigga you, been on a long road, fightin' addiction
But this right here, gon' be a nice intervention
About how that coke be havin' ya nose up mo' than light skin bitches
Hold tight nigga listen
Cause you came up in that crack era
When them niggas was movin' it from block to block
It was only one rule: you sell it don't smoke it, cause once you start it be hard to stop
But one day you got curious, decided to cop
Am I lyin' or not?
Didn't Tay start on your league?
From streets to battle rap, you was the first one to give Roc(k) a shot
Nigga, on Nutty Blocc
He got his own demons he ain't battled yet
Remember Jay-Z tweeted your slogan, then nothin' came after that
"You gon' get this work"
Same thing the dope man say every time you get yo' battle check
You a glorified crack head
Nothing more, nothing less
You spend yo' deposits on goofy ass outfits and buy drugs with the rest
Now with all due respect
Just keep it real cuz it's fine
Y'all don't find it crazy how he always grabbin' at his nose when he thinkin' of a line?
And speakin' of lines, you said you was somethin' like Marcus Garvey, nigga I highly doubt you
Fuck all them Zulu outfits and them cofi's
Nigga you put a fist up 'round me it's lights out
Bitch, I'll knock the black power out you
Fake ass Farrakhan, who the fuck is you teachin'?
We on demon time, give a fuck 'bout yo' preachin'
You ain't battle Diz', Day', Danny, Nitty, what the fuck is the reason?
How the fuck is we crownin' you the king and you ain't got the fuckin' achievements
Who made you a legend Lux?
Them weird ass fans and shit?
Overhead bars, super intricate jams you spit
What the fuck good is the message if half the niggas listenin' can't understand the shit?
Man, on Crip, they gon' say I ain't got a pen
But that's what they 'pose to
Meth & Red with the ivory
You know how smart I'ma look after I smoke you?
I got 50K for this
After this, I'ma need 100 with some extra cheese
All that, "I'm doin' this shit for the culture to uphold the art", nigga please
If I ever said I was doin' it for the craft (Kraft) I was talkin' 'bout the cheese
You thought we was gettin' these types of bags until I came around?
Nigga don't be silly
Drake and Caffeine wasn't puttin' up no money 'til I became the face, think about it really
I headlined the first card, after that I main evented plenty
You right, me and Nitty we split 150, shout out to Drizzy
Bitch, when you was the face, y'all was happy to get an extra 10 from Diddy
What a pity, nigga the culture was dyin'
I put this shit on my back
I made it cool to be a nigga who was actually livin' what he rap
To the youth? Shit I'm prolly bigger than Smack
I'm the reason these kids wanna battle now-a-days, and this is facts
That ain't a jab at nobody, shit maybe a Lil' Slap
This nigga cap
Yeah you was a pioneer, when y'all was battlin' in the trenches
But my era is the reason it's a multimillion dollar business
I took this shit to heights you ain't even deem possible
The money you got tonight, back then, wouldn't even seem logical
So when you get paid them racks, and give it to that dope dealer, I'm the nigga you should pay homage to
Bitch I'm the GOAT
When I finally met all my favorite battle rappers they all was broke
Satisfied with gettin' paid crumbs, long as we called 'em "dope"
Life was rough rough
Half y'all niggas still had jobs and shit Daylyt was willing to fuck Puff
Buncha weirdos
In Beasley house playin' with pool sticks and duct tape
Don't ask me how I know, just know you niggas is cupcakes
Cuz thought he was the end game, just now realizin' I was the update
Yo Smack, I wouldn't have let him in my house
And bitch don't think we forgot you the reason Wilder got knocked out
Nigga I've been sleepin' with pounds all in my couch
Zipped and bagged, it feel like grandma crib, the way I'm sittin' on kush and plastic
Shit get tragic
Squeeze the ratchets
Say you don't believe in Coronavirus 'til you six feet and quarantined in that casket
Nigga you ain't no boss nigga
You ain't never slide for the guys that lost they lives for the cost nigga
Code word was "Summer Madness 2"
(What that mean?)
I really had to pop Calicoes for my lost niggas
Go back, we don't wanna hear that bullshit Sharif
You right nigga, rap