Lyrics:
Check spit that dope shit bitch I'm John gotti
Cold body I don't fear nobody
Keep that pole by me
So grimey labels won't sign me
Cause they know
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
I get cash money like I'm Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin' rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch hall
Young Money (Young Money boys we so fly)
We the Future (Cash Money boy)
(Cash Money boy) well I was Just
Young Maine, Mack Mack Maine
The Hot Spitta,
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
shit
No no not a thang
Feel like tony up in bada bing
Im the king
LeBron Gotti wit all his rings
Im supreme
Tape almost done
Gotta do another drive by
Rollin like a Mack truck, waxin those who talk junk
Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs
Wanna see your dome bust sucker cause I don't care
toxic.
Getting Fucked up by some hot shit.
Two William Lawson's and some hashes,
One day your car runs in the tree, crashes
Burnt into cemetery grounds
crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
Wayne)
High as a star on a plane (on a plane)
I don't do this shit to entertain (entertain)
Got that mack game, bitches call me Mack Maine (yeah)
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
the mack now
I gotta rack in my pocket ian goin out sad, nah
Leave the pimpin to the king dog
I double up on a check ian buyin no supreme dog
Listen up bitch
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
featuring Barshawn
Kurupt:
Yo Barshawn
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Come and drip into the realm of the X files
Gimmewhutchagot
people in the sky
Living above us
It's Grind time baby all day all night
Gotta stack this paper to supreme Heights
I do this for my family
I do this for
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
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