Lyrics:
incense jerks (back in the day)
Silently clashin'
Clash is
Throwin' towels in like pa**es
All I want to know is where the a** is
If you got yo' pistol,
in a box
Cause he walking like
Harassed by the cops
I hear him talking like
They keep surveillance on lock
Like he came straight up out the hood
I
Big chief I be burnin on my past time
Swear I must've been John Gotti in my past life
Bitch please nigga get the fuck out my face
Clean up crew
clouds
Me and Lil' John Gotti, rockin' 80 grand crowds
Fresh off the back street, concrete fatha figure
Niggas shiver when I deliver
Blastin' hollerin'
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
Tha motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
Is definitely in the motherfuckin' house
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo Kurupt, run that shit
Niggas I grew up with,
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
thanksgiving, everybody eating
I put work in the hood, let my homies grind
I do what I do to see my niggas shine
I know what I know and man that's all I know
when I come in town
She ain't never let a nigga down
Yeah, it's Illi and Gotti If I'm on the track, then you know it's a body
If she in the whip, then
children off the block
And my real niggas, if they coming, clique come on
In my hood, F-are-double uh
Cock back, double pump
You rapping, I just happen
back
And I live in the back of the jungle
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my
Hear the siren, walk up, [*gunshot* *gunshot*] drive by
Shooters, looters, federal
We boyz in da hood...wanna see a dead body)
Sittin' in a lowrider, murda on my mind
'Cause I had too many dead homies in my lifetime
That's why I
their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes
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
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
the Birdman
Won't waste my time, torch you in freak sand
I look at gettin Cash Money like a sport
Smoke a Newport, then finish yo ass with one thought
Niggas
back in a jiffy
All my niggaz that's wit me
All my bitches are picky
To ride around that's right on time
Bitch you know it's tricky
Take a hit
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
desolate, yo the eyes of the hood yo is desperate
Effected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard
Either get by or get god, but but you try to get by
face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon'
desolate, the eyes of the hood yo is desperate
Affected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard
Either get by or get God, but you try to get by
It's
This one goes out to my hood (oh lord)
Tryna get it like I should
Life can be so hard, but I can say I made it
Yes lord
Now we steady coming up (on
Young niggas in the clip, black nines, nothing but fire
Yeah, ay let the beat sing to 'em
Look
My brother back in jail, my songs leaking out
Little
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