Lyrics:
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
[gotti]
Yeah,no doubt,ugh
One time for the motherfuckin...
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is Mannie Frishizzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle, [whistles] I
been looking for Yo Gotti, I'm in the bank nigga
Nigga dozing off on them pills and drank nigga
Count up 5 million cash, make you faint nigga
I just
bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe,
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
I aint tryna fight no bitch just to get a fucking case
Smokin dope with yo mates
On the gram looking fake
You got mad overweight
I get mad over head
a killer Nazi
The illest kamikaze John Gotti
Layin' off of anyone who ride by me
Dio got different whips like top natties
Creepin' out the fog
Never set off,
on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
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
[Yea], let's take em back
Uh huh
Comin' up I was confused my momma kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in a cold world
Daddy ain't around
Gotti, here we go again, yo
Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggas I'm born
The future problem's, kicking and carrying on
Cause I
a lame
It ain't a game, niggas kill you cause they want your chain
They quick to aim, and them bullets never got a name
In these cold streets, sometimes
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,
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
Criticists would write that I wouldn't make it
Now they write about what I make
Acting like the game, I couldn't take it
Now the whole world for the taker
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
fresher than a tux from Armani, nigga
Eating that Cipriani, spending money like Gotti
Pull out my cold watch, Swiss edition, Rio collection, I'm out
Let
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that,
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
Ain't nobody cook'n though
A section full of them bitches
That Yo Gotti Look'n foe
Yeah that's them 5 stars
The get money drive cars
They got them bang'n
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
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