lirik lagu urltv - geechi gotti vs. charlie clips
[round 1: charlie clips]
my grandmoms died ten days after my birthday
in 240 hours, i went from my best to my worst day
and that ain’t even the part that get to me
she survived everything from the streets to jail cells…to cancer
but the coronavirus is the thing that made her history
she always…
she always asked me to put on a mask…and honestly, it just never made sense to me
’cause how can i get the coronavirus, grandma…if the n~gga i’m in front of ain’t that sick to me?
you wanted the old clips? well, ya got him!
and this the one that had you all shook
you gon’ bеg smack to put this battle in a vault
but tryna cor’ us (chorus) is just gon’ lead to the wrong hook
you was bеggin’ for a goat to do you bad
now you standin’ there wit’ the long look
same expression megan had when she got her shot, but your career endin’ on the wrong foot
and your raps is average
aye, i (a.i.) don’t know a n~gga wit’ yo’ style that even have to practice
when i tell you my verse (myverse) is so f~ckin’ crazy, it ain’t a spanish chick actin’ ratchet
i could walk in a church, give a nun(n) none (nunn), and still f~ck up half a bracket
wit’ 18 ‘ks
i’m feeling like a ultimate madness check (~chk~chk~) after taxes
i was the first~ever champion of the year, lil’ n~gga!
in 2014, it wasn’t no need for a belt
i was whippin’ legends’ asses wit’ no round 3s
my career speaks for itself
after the factor battle, i started playin’, and that’s when i started depletin’ my wealth
ayo, saga, after the x video, i too started beatin’ myself
but now i’m back on!
feelin’ like ms. fit in planet fitness wit’ a strap~on
takin’ more shots than kobe when phil text him that shaq gone!
all black on
shoulder strap half~metal, the pump latch on
so if i drop the gun, like a g.i. joe, i could just snap the arm back on!
then the lead pop
you’ll get the old ~rs~nal (arsonal), the one that was givin’ hulkamania leg drops
or the old hollow, the one that bang bang! like craig pops
everybody wanna be a gang member, but i never seen a color survive a headshot
elizabeth, this n~gga in blue is goin’ out like redd foxx
social media~ass n~gga, i will break your legs, you go and play wit’ clips
like i said, i will break your legs, but on instagram live, just to make it twitch
take the scheme~
take the scope and the beam off the gun
i know, it ain’t makin’ sense
but we all know drac’s (drake) don’t need features for it to make a hit
i palm the fit
old eagle, new eagle: mcnabb, carson wentz
the only thing he heard was “bah!”, then his conscience went
another gun ~ if this one do “bah” (dubai), then it’s a sponsored trip
another gun ~ what this “bah” do (badu)?
n~gga, it’s common sense!
what, that was a reach? stop!
they goin’ crazy in the background
just give my reach props!
you remember when johnny storm and mr. fantastic combined p~
n~gga, my reach hot
amazing ~ i could say somethin’ smart or somethin’ dumb
however i decide to reach, akh
it’s my world, so i could go b. dot or either be dot!
and i feel like…vada gon’ recap this, and say, “charlie caught a 2~1 on the gotti bro.”
he gotta go
word to shotimesp, the n0body that no body knows
drop the snub, the cops walk by ~ that’s n0body nose
pick the nose up and leave this n0body where n0body knows!
i am a motherf~ckin’ legend
i’m the n~gga that they call when it’s time to bury folks
the greatest of all time talkin’ spicy: i’m the curry goat
i heard the gossip
“charlie gon’ spit a norbes bar!” i seen the topic
we all know jordan gon’ shimmy left, then spin right, but can you stop it?
aye, norbes! you suin’ url for 40 million!?
d~mn, bro, the league scorned you
but i’mma warn you
it’s gon’ take a few years to get that 40 million, that’s how the lord do
so that mean i’mma (~chk~chk~) get the 40 before norbes do
put you in a box, and just like norbes, you gon’ be lyin’ inside a law suit (lawsuit)
hold up! you know what!?
i’m so mothaf~ckin’ mean wit’ it
the n~gga might throw me a million dollars, so i’mma do a whole ‘nother scheme~
this is for everybody in this f~ckin’ room that thought charlie wasn’t gon’ spaz out
i sat down, did the math, got focused, tuned the jazz out
threw a hollow inside the chamber, got to sparkin’ wit’ the ‘k
math, jaz, hollow, chamberz ~ those is all norbes’ artists by the way!
i don’t give a f~ck if hip~hop is real or not! just stop the facade!
if i got the scope and you in the view (interview), i will send your knowledge to (tha) god!
have your niece, nephew, everybody in your house feelin’ your pain
even your uncle (unkle), little n~gga
it’s over for your 15 minutes of fame
[round 1: geechi gotti]
we got geechi gotti, versus…
oh, you back on smack ’cause you lost yo’ job, huh?
sh~ttin’ me?
smack, you shoulda made this n~gga apply for some edd
the g in me, is tellin’ me this n~gga scary
i know the cost of living in ny too high not to have a job
you ain’t gotta worry…n~ggas is livin’ rent~free in the cemetery!
you a dead man
round on his scalp, it ain’t a headband
they told you you had me, and you told them n~ggas, “bet it, dawg”
like you ain’t think you could end up dead at all?
they told you it was light at the end of the tunnel, but they ain’t tell you it was comin’ from the chopper like set it off
this n~gga’s soft!
man, you don’t know the type of sh~t you really in
crash dummy! f~ckin’ guinea pig!
you ain’t the first n~gga i dropped after the coin flip ~ it’s been many men
wish death on me, these n~ggas scared to grant it
you thought i was gon’ chill ’cause i’m on the east and i’m from the west? i’m prepared for static
so try and press, and ten of y’all gettin’ stretched
you see me clear, n~gga?
am i close enough? can you hear, n~gga?
toast in your face, ain’t tryna “cheers” wit’ ya
you a weird n~gga!
if you got a issue
grab a blade, and i’ll saw it in you like you got potential
check my credentials
check my~
n~gga, he don’t rap like that
that weak~ass sh~t you was sayin’
check my credentials!
i’ll do you greasy, clips
shoot ’til i see your soul leavin’, b~tch!
then i’ll shoot you again, ’cause your legs was movin’ on some demon sh~t
url staff: i got a little nervous when i seen the twitch!
you a easy vic’!
fo’~five to his face, he can’t believe this sh~t
he standin’ there beggin’ the gun not to shoot
oh, i guess you ain’t like your daddy
you had enough sense to plead the fif’ (fifth)!
you know we some crips!
blue rags on every n~gga that run wit’ me
shoot ’til the coroners come get him
they confused like, “how are all these bullets in the clips, but the gun’s empty?”
you can’t f~ck wit’ me
n~gga, please don’t fake it
100 shots? i doubt he gon’ take it
the doctors deliver the bad news usin’ code words like “deleted scenes”
clips ain’t make it
face it! this my sh~t now
of course you finna hate
bullets hit your skull, it force then penetrate
so this time, when they talk about clips missin’ a third, they gon’ talkin’ ’bout a portion of his face!
hold up! n~gga, wait
you said your moms the real gangsta of your family?
i ain’t have no choice but to feel that sh~t!
’cause she had babies wit’ two snitches, and ain’t n0body k!lled that b~tch!
she must be gangsta
she raised you, that’s very true
but since she had enough guts to carry that snitch dna
let’s see if she can stomach seein’ you at the funeral while dna carryin’ you
man, what it do!?
you’ll get pistol~whipped ’til the glock bust
i’m a big hater: i wanna see you (k)not up!
i’ll bet they catch it late
befo’ battle rap, i was one of the ones the cops would investigate
yeah, we was really movin’ birds, my n~gga
we called it featherweight
i’m forever straight
mafia, i’m a made n~gga
i pray to god and ask for forgiveness after i spray triggers
i knew it was wrong, i just thought it was a big flex
i was liftin’ arms on faith, n~gga
yo’ bad boy, for thinkin’ i’ll play wit’ ya
yeah, smack, why do you got me around all these fake k!llas?
i cannot stand none of these lames
i be wishin’ three from the ‘k hit ya
that’s why i f~ck wit’ avo’
’cause i know how to play cool, but secretly, i hate n~ggas
i mean, d~mn!
i mean, d~mn!
i mean, d~mn, you finna get k!lled on caffeine!
i mean, you dyin’ in the limelight!
you’ll get no funeral
we just gon’ see buried (barry) clips like old lions highlights
n~gga, my mind is not right
’cause when it’s real, y’all can tell
rap that weak~ass abc sh~t so i can get my money and bounce!
it’s different, man. stop cheerin’ for cuh
[charlie clips]
your round finished? you good?
[geechi gotti]
no
[round 2: charlie clips]
“standin’ on the corner, straight slangin’ rocks
awww, sh~t! here come the motherf~ckin’ cops
so i dash, i duck, and i hide behind a tree
makin’ sure motherf~ckers don’t see me”
eazy~e predicted you would hide behind a tree in ’94
and when it first happened, oh, the fans lost it
you think because you hid behind a tree a year ago that i’m just supposed to…branch off it?
i can hear your fans cryin’ now like, “the tree angle, charlie? that’s just gon’ make you a loser from harlem
everybody talk about the tree!”
but n0body got to the root of the problem
how your slogan go again?
“when it’s real, you can tell
you can see it in they eyes”?
well, i’m lookin’ in yours, geechi, and i don’t believe your lies
you said you hid behind a tree ’cause you was on probation
so you chose the smallest tree in the world for a disguise?
you turned sweet p~ssy on a satur~
oh my god…it applies (plies)
you let brooklyn hanz walk to the fight on his own…why?
n~gga, give a reason
the moment you decided to leave and hide behind branches, you committed tree~son (treason)
but oh! his gats be blammin’, b
it’s the big crip, he cause mad insanity!
how, when you let hanz (hands) walk on his own like the addams family!?
if your son knew his father was hidin’ behind trees, your seed would grow up to be dumb tight
talkin’ ’bout you bring war to (water) n~ggas
yeah, right! i think son light (sunlight)
you had a chance to put somethin’ in the ground, but we all seen how you froze in public
they tried to plant the math sh~t on me, but i rose above it
gimme my flowers while i’m here, ’cause i’m a real n~gga that’s speakin’ true sh~t
and the n~gga that hid behind the tree shouldn’t try to bark from out his two lips (tulips)!
if this was dragon ball z, you’ll be vegeta from the jump
’cause the way you hid behind the tree, your son name should be trunks!
aye, aye, say, say, how we do this everyday~day?
in yo’ instagram bio, it say “my day 1z call me baybay”
baybay?
now a nickname don’t make you soft…not at all
but these n~ggas ain’t who they say they is
i’m in the hall wit’ a roscoe that you can spot from sheneneh crib
where your children at, geechi!?
relax, i ain’t come here to spray they wigs
my middle name leon
i’m supposed to catch the fade wit’ one of baybay (bébé’s) kids
and that movie came out in the ’90s!
oh, you can put your thumb down ’cause that’s for the grown folk
as long as you don’t use your mouth when it’s real, baby
watch your tone, loc
oh, you movin’~
oh, it gets crazy
oh, you movin’ while i’m rappin’ ’cause you salty?!
you decided to call yourself that
that’s your fault, bay
you just mad i’m whippin’ yo’ ass off the arm ~ why the salt, bay (bae)?
but look, my name is charles, and just like s. dutton, i came to take out the trash
the second wave, without the corona
that’s k!llin’ n~ggas without the mask
we in a small room, geechi
how you gon’ survive, though, without the gas?
i’m just a new york n~gga that came to test l.a. without the gas
think about it, bring it back, rewind ~ that’s a bar
if you noticed, i said, “test l.a.” (tesla) ~ that’s a car
…or maybe that’s nash
when i first made it, it was fire
maybe that’s trash
but let’s talk about how my connect love to plant base ~ ask chaz!
that’s verb, by the way
and i used to be vegan, ’til i realized i needed my f~ckin’ chicken
on a f~ckin’ mission
dark caesar charlie is cool, but braided clips is somethin’ different
the chrome spin
nitty helped you write your sh~t, that’s why you won’t win
i came in the game like pablo escobar: dope and i brought my own pen
pour gasoline on your baby moms, and then let her set fire to her own skin
so we can watch your ex (x) burn in the background like nome 10!
why you stressin’, bay?
you rep nutty blocc? okay, that ain’t in question, bay
but a fat n~gga is the real nutty professor
come learn your lesson, bay
you brought the wesson, bay?
all that’s cool, but i brought a extra ‘k
to blow your face off, since you couldn’t make it to the face~off yesterday!
disrespectin’ wild n’ out…this n~gga tryna f~ck my brand up?
he was like, “man…” and my hitman said, “‘man’ what?”
conceited lift the can’ up
his bean is gettin’ blammed up
now he young, fly (youngfly) in a wheelchair for life, lookin’ jammed up
do y’all believe in a parallel universe? i do, ’cause a home attendant gotta help this man up
it’s funny how he disrespected comedians, now the one thing he can’t do is stand up
i would put hi~ what?
i would put him in the sky, but the ground is closer
stop havin’ a attitude, lil’ n~gga ~ my round is over
[round 2: geechi gotti]
i’ll slap milk out yo’ titties, b~tch
[charlie clips]
mm~hmm, mm~hmm
[geechi gotti]
hollow been told us you rap that dumbass style and you still up here doin’ this silly sh~t
(~charlie clips impression~)
“my name ‘clips’…you thought i wouldn’t know what to do wit’ a ‘k?
protectin’ that white boy, not knowin’ that was somethin’ stupid to say
i’ll pull the toast on your man avocado and that’ll really ruin your da~
what, you ain’t think this n~gga clips could seem different?
i could bring that sh~t back and do a whole ‘nother scheme wit’ it
you willin’ to k!ll another brother ’cause he disrespectin’ you and your section?
while we fightin’ racist white boys 24/7?
i mean, that sh~t they was laughin’ at gon’ forever sting
i’ll grab the toast and spread avocado~”
man, you corny as f~ck, n~gga
that’s why you will never be the king of harlem
them real harlem n~ggas’ll f~ck you up
fat boy, b~ttercup, product of a snitch that your mother f~cked
get your money up
those stupid~ass chains nick gave y’all look dumb as f~ck
enough’s enough
i’mma tell you what your mans ain’t: you fell off
you only here ’cause you was on tv and it got you a cool lil’ fanbase
but this ain’t wild n’ out
’round here, you done lost your clout
too many trash battles that’ll make all us doubt
that’s if you still got it
i don’t give a f~ck how you feel ’bout it
the way you rap now, you supposed to be better then
you do the same sh~t ~ a “sike, i lied”, a joke here
the sh~t’s repetitive
we all know this ain’t the same clips we been watchin’: this n~gga edited!
what are you doin’, clips?
when did you start this losin’ sh~t?
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