Lyrics:
absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
yo yo yo
niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
in the hood all day)
I think I'm like the only, dog
That can go to the projects he grew up in by his self and be good (School Street)
Yeah, ask
Ay you know what time it is nigga
Aw yeah it's cookin' time homeboy
Chea, I'm Yo Gotti
I got 36 ounces, fish scale uncut
Newspaper on the floor
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
it)
I'm TTK, I'm trained to kill, I'm CG to the fullest (Murda)
I grew up off that Gotti Zedzilla, I'm so hoodie (on God)
I'm so fuckin' hoodie, in
betta, makin' chedda
You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag
You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me
I got it made, been
better, makin' chedder
You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag
You better get back, everybody want to do it like me
I got it made,
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti
a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae
Got
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
in the cold 'til the whole pack gone
Pull up, clap and distract you
Six cars away, yo, your brother in the back of the Ac'
I move pistols, hold
on the set
It's all hood, it's all hood
(L.A., City of Angels)
(It's all hood)
It's all hood
I'm tired of the motherfuckin' actin'
Niggaz do another video in
me as Don Gotti don’t come callin me Cam
In my hood nigga struggle so we get up n hustle
Get it invest it & flip it I need dat shit on da double
I be talkin' 'bout"
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds
in broad day
We hit the floor dodging fire like its Pompeii
And pray to God we dont end up like harambe
I escaped the hood
I escaped the hood yes
I
Aye who them niggas over there looking all cfrazy man?!
Yo Polo What the fuck aye go pull over there man
aye aye skurt (gunfire)
Like John gotti I
when I blow down
Baby told me hit it from the back nigga go rounds
3 minutes condom on yo flo I'm at the door now
I had to go and I ain't even have no
you still kick it in the hood?
Sellin' coke and fuckin' bitches real good?
Don't let 'em fool ya, these bitches ain't innocent
They'll change
like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my
bitch when I come in town
You know this shit come with a lot of hate
I'm from the hood but I'm outta state
Get the bag then I gotta skate
Get the money
or good
Young gun, mis-understood?
To that hook again, back on one (Pour a little VK out)
Represent yo hood (Represent yo hood)
Represent yo hood
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