Lyrics:
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
fact, I got stopped two more times black
Probable cause (uh-huh) probable cause (yeah)
You don't have to break no laws
They say probable cause
don't put the blame on me
Incase you ain't know this Joddy
Get money get money my motty
Put a date on it no Yo Gotti
Hope Coi Leray come to my parties
She
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
the system, break the code
In the virtual labyrinth, our secrets unfold
A cybernetic heartbeat, beats in time
In this neon city, where futures climb
Neon rain
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
and DefJam, but fuck Ja Rule
Irv Gotti I can't wait for Raekwon to break fool
Trynna sign Daz, nigga Daz ‘ll sign you
And when you hit the West, this is what we
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
how much you want
How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
One scoop or two (Yeah)
Sweet, sweet love
When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
how much you want
How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
One scoop or two (Yeah)
Sweet, sweet love
When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
hold down for sure
[Unverified] through the mack and New York
Full time, four W-D plus, shots, niggas get rushed out
Bust the guts out and no limit
the courtroom with flashbacks
First time yo mom caught you with mad crack
She told you, "Get out
And don’t bring yo ass back"
Now you talkin' 'bout you wish
You
yo my bro locked in the
Pen and don't expect parole
But told me to bar you to
Death so God bless ya soul bars
God is my witness
This is the first time
that blunt
Pass it to the left baby now have some fun Yeah break it down and roll it up
Time to motherfuckin' have some fun Young Slipp on and on
Actin'
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
fake
I got two guns for that toothache
My squad full of young niggas
Drug dealers, Thunder Cats
Chopper punk a nigga like Ashton Kutcher
Make a nigga
on me
I don't care how big a nigga he is
Ain't your little homie
Nigga wanna play it like he pressing
I'ma push the button
Got me feeling like Yo Gotti
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
the nozzle on that
K you should start prayin!
That's how we on it!
I don't wanna waste time talkin to fellas
Who run up on me talkin that bullshit
Instead I
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