Lyrics:
night long
"All night long"
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot
last show I threw away my NWA gold and
Had the whole crowd yellin "Free Yayo"
So Niggas betta get up outta mine
Fo' I creep and turn yo' projects into
Metallica shit
Yeah, Ozzy, shout out to Ozzy
Yo, ay yo
Wallows is crisp the duffle bag got a straight mill
Black Gotti dice I'm often the grill
Party
Have you ever had yo pussy ate
(ate) by a mouth full of diamonds (yeah)
Ima make ya toes curl till ya eyes roll back
While yo body slow whinin'
pray for me
Papa pray for me
Water don full my eyes oo
Which time wey I go blow
Which year wey I go shine
Time don dey go
Time wait for no man
Family
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
- cause I'm that nigga
[Erick Sermon]
Yo the rap male (?), the highest priest
Step into the club, niggaz be like "PEACE!"
I got respect, every time I
Punks pop shit we Joe Pesc'em no question
Cru session, no time for second guessin'
Frontin' or fessin', we full court pressin'
Testin', any in our
callin hits like John Gotti (Mob boss)
He keep talking about what he gone do (What)
If you gone push up go with yo move (On god)
Standing my ten ain't got
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
chenel bag
Full of dog shit
And my bitch won't stop tripping
Cuz I fucked a dog bitch
She need to stop tripping
I ain't tryna hear that shit
How many times
up high, lets ride cause
New York is back
Yo, the hammer and the muzzle came together
All I did was hold on to the pieces 'til the puzzle came
though im paid, whut
Dropped out in the sixth grade, whut
Had syphaliss three times, whut
Committed mad felony crimes, whut
Been a week I ain't
gotta turn these Boys II Men
Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty
Fool, you better ask somebody
Yeah
Yo-Yo, 199-Trey
Givin' a knock-out
smash your Benz windows
Detecting fake niggas signals
Yo live niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time
Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red
Turn yo speakers up
Yessir
Get it started yo
How I like bro
It's party time
You know it's a party
Gunther get it started
Pull up with my
need nobody
Bitch My drip gambino yeah my flow gotti
Real ass gangster police can't stop me
If Im in yo hood then your bitch gon top me
Aye nigga don't
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
jumpin' like I gotti show
Tryin' to come for mine, sayonara, then it's adios
I used to have some dreams, I make green right there by a boat
Now I make
a housewife
When you know everybody know you a body
Got me a pistol, I got me a shotty
I be posted up in the yo like Gotti
How you gon' send a nigga like me
thought gets muggy
We them easy street kids from Mr. Bryant's basement
Wishin' for the Apollo, tryin' to get dough
Now my time moves slow, ain't
on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if
my murder I aint shoot nobody
They wanna judge me by raps they like you John Gotti
Talking bout this aint political
If it's not then why you feel
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