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Aiyyo, aiyyo
E-lec-tric slide on them niggaz
Drive by on them niggaz
Show'em that killas is live and fly figures
Fruit-flavored Nikes
Now
the same bitch ass nigga
At the MTV Awards with
The kid, um, Wiz, from "Oochie
Wally" and, um, my man, e e’s a
Young nigga he’s coming up he’s a
Real nigga
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
I’ve never been hiking
I’ve always had a licence for this hip-hop
Influenced by the rap that vocally
Said they killed cops
I’m riding on E with a bitch
Bill, three is gonna break out
The stylee, me and P E T E
Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat
And I'll
Bill, three is gonna break out
The stylee, me and P E T E
Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat
And I'll
to hit em, okay
Malcolm in the middle, every nigga standing with em finna have to get it, okay
Mind your business, boy better find a witness, I'ma be yo
shit
No no not a thang
Feel like tony up in bada bing
Im the king
LeBron Gotti wit all his rings
Im supreme
Tape almost done
Gotta do another drive by
Optimistic understanding
Based on constant pursuing!
On my self conscious tip!
Til the chakras lit!
For the challenge
Fuck yo accomplishments!
Slam niggas
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
a gangsta
Disrespectin the mob I gotta bang ya
An everyday, cituation when I was caught by
Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin walk by
When the G to the A-M-E
That time wey owu dey blow me yo oo
I dey always call on him
That's why he would not let me die yee e e
Blackmagic the dream made ikon believe
Me sef
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
the kitchen, you know I be gettin'
I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin'
Yo' throat, before I buy coke
I gotta get quote
Breads by
through on a "flee" ting
Your shopkeeper, he knows it's a P ting
Walk in the shop on a D Double E ting
Like "Yo boss it's me again, yes
It's me again" show
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
and freeze it
E I rock with the blood of Jesus
Cover my body my technique is MURDA, Irv Gotti
This lyrical seminar got my signature
Written in black, gangsta
ready for my whip game
rims so big my adapters won't fit mayne
look at my kicks mayne all of e'm custom
I gotta make it cause I can't go back to hustlin
a snapback and girls wanna see 'em
Man you should see my Snapchat when it's late in the PM
Ay Yo Gotti, it go down in way more than the DM
And it probably
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