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lirik lagu bar fight battle league - a. ward vs. geechi gotti

[round 1: geechi gotti]
n-gga you’se a christian rapper
i grab ya b-tch then slap her
don’t confuse me with these rap n-ggas
cause i’m that n-gga that’s show up to ya service and get you wet up in that b-tch, it ain’t a baptism
n-gga you wish you was a black n-gga, i can tell by how you carry yourself
aw, there’s six of y’all, that’s cool, y’all gon’ be the pallbearers cause this casket can’t carry itself
n-gga i’m self made
i get it in early plus i work late
i’m in the spot with seven pounds, a couple ounces
trap soundin’ like ya birth weight
n-gga i came in strapped, y’all don’t wanna try it
desert eagle, b-tch i’m armed with the bird like a f-ckin’ pirate
n-gga silencer on the pistol, it’s sounds like {shhh} when i shot him in the dome
cause the ratchet quiet like wifey on the phone
leave me alone
cause you can be right wit’ god and even write wit’ god
but when that .40 hit you, baow, eventually you’ll be right wit’ god
n-gga you’s all types of odd
only way i’ma lose if i choke ’cause i’m be f-cked up with the preparation…
sike (psych) ward: you must be crazy!
i came to k!ll, i don’t give a f-ck who know i did it
broad day, so y’all can see me knockin’, i even let jehovah witness
boy i’m gifted, y’all don’t compare me to cuz
cause i know he soft, ya boy a b-tch, he ain’t never been in the spot
pyrex pots, baking soda and sh-t
coin toss, before the rap, i was always lookin’ for a quarter to flip
i done caught real bodies in real life, the type of sh-t you can’t debate
and all my n-ggas either hollerin’ out cuz or blood, that’s cause they’re gang related
my name is hated, cause i’m known for jumpin’ out, runnin’ and shootin’ in this sh-t just like a laker
remember i used to hold it sideways, but now my aim gettin’ greater
see look, i done ran down on so many n-ggas y’all done thought it was liquor that i gave him
cause even though they was straight shots they still came with a chaser
and you?! should’ve came wit’ a blazer and been suited for death
two to ya chest
whoever wit’ you, your whole crew gettin’ rocked once the ruger gettin’ shot
code word: maury show
(what that mean?)
this ratchet tryin’ to figure out who to pop
f-ck that though man, cause i done burned 100 geeks
you believe in god? well, turn the other cheek
and when it’s real, you can tell, you can see it in they eyes
it’s yo’ turn so make n-ggas believe them lies
n-gga time

[round 1: a. ward]
geechi 3-0!
man, these fans sweated my ops though
but it’s cool, i saved the files and came bully prepared for that block stuff
i told hunnit, i got two requirements before i sign on that dot bruh
make sure the battle locked in and you ain’t locked up
wichita, my plate finally arrived, let’s get to this potluck
miss me with the code word, “what that mean”, and the pop stuff
it’s the same bar over and over, it is not tough
i own a gun, if i gotta use it, it’s legal when the glock busts
so the serial registered if the toy put you in a box, that’s how you pop stuff
wait, soda, cereal, the toy in the box, ain’t that that pop stuff?
i prayed about this battle twice, i figured i needed it before i started screamin’ at geechi
the second was for forgiveness after i leave him deceased
cause the first amendment (amen meant) i exercise this freedom of speech
oh you crip? gang bang? keep the piece? hug the toolie?
i’m a christian, my gang bigger, the peace i keep, i love that truly
i follow his will (wheel) like mud flaps, but it ain’t nothin’ to give you a blood bath goofy
oops, i said, “blood”…and cuz set (c-ssette) a different color like the rugrats movie!
i don’t play, you gettin’ outcl-ssed like a snow day
geechi. gotti, that’s the alias you picked for them to quote aye?
geechi? gotti? well i put an end to both names
i move different
y’all find a cold body, stuffed up in a coffin (coughin’) he had flu symptoms
don’t -ssume your stock higher cause it’s smack, i could strike anywhere, i bring fire to the match
here’s the thing, when you sell fake hair to pay for studio time it gets a laugh
and it makes sense that we’ve (weave) not so (sew) inspired by your tracks
you fake chump
right now geechi mad and wanna say somethin’
like, “on crip cuz i don’t sell weaves. it’s just wigs, bundles and lace fronts.”
it’s cool, y’all can laugh yeah but it seems we have some commonalities in our path here
cause you tell your clients “wigs over weaves”
and i too have been itched to talk to these smack heads
url, they broke ground in cali, it started to pop
stuey and glue, placed you in the dirt, that was part of the plot
you showed growth after bein’ watered, now they can market ya stock
but this corn rose (rows) to be picked by me in kansas
smack just out here harvestin’ crops
on tech you trash, man you the idol they watch?
you got locked up and outta jail before the microwave stopped
don’t get it twisted
i done heard or rolling 60’s, that set known for trouble
but as fast as you got outta jail, what set you in? rollin’ doubles?
facts are facts
if snitches get st-tches, you and your suitcase homie would have to match
let me try it, code word: “card games”
(what that mean?)
well if solitary confinement can’t hold ’em, they normally come back a rat (baccarat)
and i got more, dude
word to your west coast group, i’m finna torch you
if nitty don’t like it, tell rum he can catch war too
i’m that nice
i will scr-p!
a field rat? i don’t feel that
this the midwest we only rock wit’ real cats
not these “singin’ cop-a-deal cats”
so wichita, tell ’em to take gotti and give us ybn steel back!
you hear them cheerin’, gotti!? that’s ’cause i’m nice, and every step is beautiful
your shirt say “original men wear black”
good: they already prepped for your funeral!
i’m goin’ off!
so tell ’em: while i was readin’ epistles, you was keepin’ a pistol
i know that trash easy to write
bring up my faith, and my race…you gon’ need it tonight!
round 1!

[round 2: geechi gotti]
that was great, holmes
that was dope, that was amazing, sh-t
you was rappin’ yo’ heart out, fool
he was rappin’ his heart out there
i was thinkin’ those bars came from god or somethin’…
n-gga, you’se a b-tch!
you rap about all them shootings and sh-t?
n-gga, i don’t believe it, ’cause i know you don’t mean that sh-t!
all them guns you was just rappin’ ’bout, i really seen that sh-t
extensions, rubber grips, silencers, beams and sh-t
i had all of that on the strap, first time when they arrested me
i was only a kid
cops was like, “what you doin’ with this?”
i told ’em i don’t play with toys without the accessories
n-gga you can’t mess wit’ me
this a throw away anyway, you ain’t even gettin’ the best of me
and you still losin’, you definitely ain’t gettin’ the best of me
don’t ask me why i took this battle if i ain’t give a f-ck
just be happy you standin’ next to me
last n-gga asked me a lot of questions, i shot him just for testin’ me
a lot of questions/testin’, you peep the level now?
nina wit’ me, i been through everything with this b-tch
i think it’s time we settle down
n-gga you’se a clown
talkin’ crazy, that’s ’til i let the mag fire
boy i’ll show up to ya church and have that chopper sing like a m-ss choir
n-gga you not a god, you a boy, but you got these n-ggas believin’ in him
baow, baow, baow, bullets be the only thing i be leavin’ in you
f-ck puttin’ a price on yo’ head, cause a head shot is cheaper to do
baow, got yo’ boy there tryin’ to figure out what jesus will do
what type of people is you? tryin’ to save souls at a rap battle
tell the truth, i don’t know what you want more; eternal life or a smack battle
you want a smack battle but url ain’t callin’ ya phone
and this n-gga really sad about it
he went home called joel osteen, yeah you even told ya dad about it
i thought you was f-ckin’ with kirk franklin, you know
singin’, “are you wit’ me to the gp.”
but instead of askin’ god for strength, this n-gga out here prayin’ for a pg
i’m nb, my .40 addicted
the first time i shot i couldn’t stop, it was like pringles
gun in his face, this the closest he ever been to a ratchet without christian mingle
i don’t want to hear sh-t but –blatt– when this b-tch get clapped
full body cast, this the only way i’m tryin’ to see this christian (w)rap
now these is facts
you a f-ckin’ clown
you one of them, “i’m cool. i just wanna be down.”
i’m just sayin’, you think you get more money than me off rap?
i mean, that’s the topic
up here lyin’ about his dollars that’s how i know he a false prophet (profit)
instead of all this battle rappin’ you should be teachin’ us to love a god and that’s a fact
i think a. ward should be awarded for bein’ the biggest hypocrite in rap
i’m just sayin’ though, you talkin’ crazy dawg, i keep a glock close
n-gga i done stirred up mo’ beef than a pot roast
you really trash man, and you still here dyin’
and i’m not lyin’, this n-gga’s -ss
a f-ckin’ donkey
y’all thought i came all the way to wichita to lose to a honkey?
cause these n-ggas believe in you, cause that’s amazin’
cause you up here fightin’, but still dyin’
they tryin’ to figure out what you on this stage for (four) like a cancer patient
you p-ssy, and ya man’s is
we in wichita, i’m connected with the shooters, i bet you i can show you where the can’s is (kansas)
n-gga time

[round 2: a. ward]
he said if there was a lot of questions with it that went on, and the gun was testin’ him
y’all reactin’, i was like, “the wasn’t the wildest answer.”
but let’s be honest, all the stuff that you been doin’ is kinda lack prep and wack and honestly, it ain’t the proudest banter
cause i would’ve said a better gun bar, like him? shoot, the kansas bar about bringin’ the cans out
he’ll cl!ck three times and take you outta kansas
that’s different
so your other name is bay loc and you part of the c’s
let me get this straight, you rival the bloods, but your crip name starts with a “b”
and your day one’s call you- you know what? forget it
i’m wit’ it, let’s see this clown fight, what up bay?
nah, bro that don’t even sound right
what up loc, i’m cut throat, your block gettin’ that nutty paper?
and you bangin’ big like chubby chasers
no, you broke, you turn yourself in every month cause you homeless with bummy neighbors
and when things pop off, you ain’t got a pad to hit like rugby players
left side connection?
bro your leader went out and created a fake squad
and we ain’t seen him in nine months since he got smoked in cali by tay roc
daylyt trash, and tell danny myers it’s gon’ take a lot more to hurt the minister
i don’t believe in a parallel universe, the cross was perpendicular
that’s three shot down, let me get back to geechi
cause i’m sure he got an extendo longer than a…longer than a b. dot round
now who said gotti the goat? probably the folks
you misfire, the kid dies, gotti a ghost
smokin’ or non smokin’? what side will he go?
find out after he dead see (sea) where the body will float
i could care less ’bout your resume and how you’ve faced three vets
while you was doin’ that, i was on the streets preachin’ ’bout who gave me breath
so in a sense, i too was barkin’ on the ave with jc texts (tech)
respect
but you next up, prob’ly? no
’cause outside of madflex, the rest of the west suck
and guess what? my setups godly
the best stuff, blessed, bruh
the left slump aki
you get ya head bust, chest, gut, body
you down 1-0 already…dizaster ain’t the only one playin’ catch-up (ketchup) gotti!
bruh sucks, i’ve been sick, endless, come get ya buzz cut
you talk that cuz stuff? all c’s?
your craft crazy? you cookin’ cats in the camp crusin’?
i talk that blood stuff
wait, that ain’t a typo (type-o), a (b) be positive
either ride with iv or get hooked to that for a transfusion
ya man losin’
aye! ruin your day, ya man losin’
and y’all gon’ go crazy for every wack, average, sacrilegious that he swears off
all he gotta say is, “i smoke blunts outta bible pages” or “i smash ya chick and bust a nut on a prayer cloth” and y’all go nuts
not me though, my ways are innovative
i never had to disrespect a mother, lady, baby or grave to mimic hatred
you promote the vulgarity, get on stage and entertain it
keep a .38, a .45…bro i’m just prayin’ you make it to those ages
they said i can’t k!ll gotti
his whole team runnin’ with sticks like field hockey
i came to honor god, if he swing i will rock him
that means i’m puttin’ (pudding) pops first before i sleep the victim like bill cosby
i’m nice!
you got way more than a little problem
i’m keepin’ tabs and you couldn’t handle the bills son
you should’ve backed out like the fake tech 9 (tech n9ne) told you
but since you in the midwest, allow me to channel the real one
he? better than me? negative please
every letter is clever to set up defeat, beheaded the beast, impressive with speech
christ said let it be light but i said “let it be geech'” capeesh?
i never gave in for the gwap
you not in cali, i don’t care where you from, been or you rock
bring that bull over (bulova) here, guess i leave g shock-ed while the citizens watch
and you can be straight outta compton and still go straight into a box
i don’t play
go ahead, tell them while i was in sunday school talkin’ ’bout noah’s ark
you had two eagles and two llamas and two hawks
that trash easy to write, bring up the collection plate, the false prophets, adam and eve, you gon’ need it tonight
that’s round

[round 3: geechi gotti]
that n-gga said “.38’s, .45’s, i’m just prayin’ that you make it to that age.” and that was nice
but i’m different cuz, i’m hopin’ that you dyin’ tonight
you said “dizaster, he ain’t the only one playin’ catch up (ketchup)”
well you must heard (mustard) that i’m from compton and murder ain’t sh-t to us
you ain’t know? i had the pistol tucked
bullets like the holy spirit, it’ll lift you up
“oh gotti, but ain’t god ascend?”
baow, when you get there, tell god i ain’t give a f-ck, n-gga
the jig is up, i’ll really front page you and have these people read about you
but we can scr-p, cuz, i’ll beat the blood of jesus out you
and listen, i do believe in god you b-tch -ss n-gga, cause i done been shot
and he the reason i ain’t die
you right, i been to jail, and i got out and he the reason why
but see i don’t gotta glorify my relationship wit’ god to give me place with this battle sh-t
cause i don’t even care that you christian
i already planned on booking you after this
n-gga that mac will spit, sh-lls will go in your back and sh-t
bullets will roam in (roman) like a catholic
n-gga p-ss the fifth
my gun just like ya bible cause i stay wit’ it
they ask me, “how the f-ck do i believe in god” but in that same breath i got the k kickin’
because i understand, god ain’t the reason i shot ya dumb -ss but he is the reason i got away wit’ it
you stay b-tchin’, and rappin’ ’bout churches in ya battles, that sh-t been done
cause we always hear you talkin’ ’bout churches
baow, now at your funeral we can actually see you in one
big gun, i just bought another one, i’m a real street n-gga
i’ll break up wit’ a b-tch based on where her brother from
is you even from the streets? cause he don’t really seem like it
we was 13 pullin’ kicked doors, i’m talkin’ kids robbin’ (robin) like teen t-tans
n-gga we ridin’, this .40 cool, i can make it work
i keep havin’ visions of caskets but i always see you in like ya favorite shirt
n-gga the .80 squirt, cause where i’m from, dyin’ is an accomplishment
see they hate you when you livin’, but when you die they start givin’ you compliments
that type of sh-t don’t make no common sense
but i’m convinced, there’s a lot of n-ggas that got guns that don’t really be poppin’ sh-t
cause you couldn’t imagine how many b-tches i caught lackin’ wit’ it like confidence
yo consequence? that depends on yo’ actions
so don’t be thinkin’ that sh-t’s sweet
cause death is real and that sh-t can really can get deep
i mean, cause where i’m from, real n-ggas comes in all shapes and sizes but the majority of ’em is six feet
n-gga the cemetery filled wit’ n-ggas who had potential
they just ain’t grasp it yet
got me askin’ god why they had to die, them questions he still ain’t answered yet
but it’s cool, no biggie, i’m just showin’ y’all how it’s notorious how n-ggas lose faith after death
i’m blastin’ tec’s at his top, oh yeah it scorched him
y’all tell ichabod crane, we just found the headless hors-m-n
no bullsh-t, n-gga you could really get shot in the mouth or pistol whipped ’til the gun break
half the can’ on ya head like oscar the grouch
n-gga i really doubt that you had to bury one of yo’ n-ggas
and you standin’ right there and you can really see his soul leavin’ as the plot fill
and you sittiin’ there thinkin’ to yo’self like, “d-mn cuz. this sh-t not real.”
but then you gotta tell his son like, “don’t worry ’bout it. he with god now.”
and that lil’ n-gga respond like, “how come that n-gga wasn’t wit’ him when he got k!lled?”
n-gga i’m on the block still where n-ggas shoot to k!ll
’cause where i’m from, before a preacher reach you, usually a bullet will
so you can get up here and rap your f-ckin’ heart out, screamin’ and hollerin’ and try to get you a check
i don’t give a f-ck, i do this for real n-ggas tryin’ to get my respect
n-gga you’se a b-tch like i said the first time, this the second time
everythin’ you rap about you f-ckin’ lyin’
and in this ring today, you f-ckin’ dyin’
{pfft pfft} three lines across ya shirt, i ain’t f-ckin’ lyin’
got that same facial hair like a f-ckin’ lion
no bullsh-t, lookin’ at this n-gga got me dyin’ laughin’, i’m like really f-ckin’ cryin’
like he sleep, i should put him to sleep, put him to bed
head shot, put somethin’ deep in his head, this n-gga gon’ dread like his sh-t twisted
baow, yeah, get this b-tch lifted like a breast job
what else? round n-gga
time

[round 3: a. ward]
one thing we got in common: we all human
you said, “have you ever had to bury ya homie and have a conversation wit’ his son.”
what i would say to him is in isaiah 43 it says the “fire, floods and rivers will come. but god’ll help you walk through ’em.”
and you question, “where was he at?”
have you ever thought that maybe he allows trials to happen because those seem to be the only times you talk to him?
–geechi you’se a bit—…aggressive bro
chill please
i mean you think it’s difficult to write how you write? keep it real g
i bet when you was runnin’ base in the field, it was nothin’ to slide in the metal like steel cleats
keep it real geech’
they said, “gotti got me.” no god, he got me, don’t sleep wrong
as for me and my house, he covers the flat like wing sauce
on the contrary, url calls my phone every day, i know cause i screen calls
but it’s always the same, “you gotta do a pg a”
well i guess this is where i tee off
as far as you, you past basic, last place, trapped in a match with a cl-ss favorite
and i got a knack for bein’ hotter than bare feet in the summer on black payment
it’s all over, a body, axe fragrance
i’m in more than one battle too, go ask satan
i just took this feet first so hop in the bag we sack racin’
i lack patience with these battle rap cats and they wack trainin’
it’s always the same one, two, three, set up, trash statement
mixed in a bag with bad cadence, gat blazin’
stumble, choke, jersey, can’t think of a word so you p-ss on ya round til ya buzz stops, we catch phrases
and that’s the difference between us, don’t act flagrant
i just don’t buy into it wit’ money, i’m cash savin’
cause all you do is add a little bit more to a buck, it’s taxation
so a free pg? h-ll nah, i need a fat smack payment
just to show up to a born (bourne) legacy, i’m matt damon
it’s ytg, shout out to ness lee and mickey
the facts (factz) are, y’all allow these personalities to win battles off of the character while completely disregarding the “having to rap” part
not i though, i get to show out to bill collector next
knot eye, showout vs bill collector
he been foolin’, it ain’t nothin’ for me to snap over the lines
my pen a trait (penetrate) check out the swim move
miss me if you don’t know my history, it’s like you skipped school
y’all seen me vs ‘tez, i left my mark just playin’ on court (cort’), like i forgot to wear the gym shoes
forget you
no side bar, he forgives you
and i’d be remiss if i didn’t mention sin and how death was the wage for it
but god, he sent his son, it’s beyond cool
lebron school, i promise the king paid for it
let’s turn up, i ain’t a church kid
i heard you got a battle next week, well i got first dibs
tell smack, change his flight, hope you get money back on what he paid
cause now gotti across the street at that cemetery
yeah, i put red flowers on ya grave
don’t worry, i did them a favor
everybody knows summer madness ain’t the same
without startin’ a battle bringin’ a casket on the stage
you dead!
it’s over in fact
your slogan is, “when it’s real you can see it in their eyes.”
makes a lot of sense that yours stay closed when you rappin’
bro, quit wit’ the intimidations
you don’t learn from your mistakes you entertain ’em
i know this freedom has been amazin’, but your lifestyle isn’t changin’
you got two sons that ain’t tall enough to slap a backboard
but every week they was touchin’ the gl-ss at visitations
don’t that p-ss you off? this discipline hurts me more
that i gotta reach for the belt
but this for every night that you weeped in a cell
every time you told god you’d change if he just help
every prayer you forgot you prayed when you were released by your bail
you have a story of perseverance, you’re free from that h-ll
and you have the potential to impact people, teach them to excel
i know you want to change, but you go right back to the streets and then fail
they said i can’t crack yo’ armor
but tell me, what good is believably if it’s obvious you don’t believe in yaself
look i ain’t come to get personal witchu
just know i brought enough bars to body you and every person that’s witchu
and tell joe, ryda, jakk, all them bums, i got a he-rs- and it fits ’em
they can fall in line
wichita, god is good
(all the time!)

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