Lyrics:
ass, y'all just communists
Got the Soviet Union bombin this
Yo I use my real name, cause I'm that nigga
Thirteen years in the game, cause I'm that nigga
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
with that sign
It's a cold thing,
You got the game fuck up
Brown nose and every other nigga rich,
Like a broke bitch
Excuse me miss, yeah you
You need
me brain
Til ain't no knowledge
Swap the brown for the chriss
Ain't have no guidance
Now I got the big head like I'm Yo Gotti
Watch she pop on the dick
homo, and you expect to crack a bitch
Game for ya, good to ya
Then it’s still ‘fore you crack a
Bitch and let er spoil
Man I got bitches by the dozen tho
[Irv Gotti talking]
Nobody cares
Trouble's like a cancer, you gotta get it early
You don't get it early it gets to big, it kills you
Nobody cares
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right, nigga, keep your game tight
Play right, play by the rules and you'll get paid, fuck
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
baby) You don't
Need no motherfuckin' bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right nigga
Keep your game tight
Play right play by
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
body
Got her touching on my body
She wanna know what’s in my pockets
Got a check fuck it up Yo Gotti
93 gas in the tank
I ain’t no regular man
Playing
the town down tryin to throw me with Gotti
Under the ground
[Fat Joe]
Yo niggas call me Joe the Don
Been in this rap game for nine years and going strong
on the streets
No gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
Ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
You 'bout to die thug!
and friends I gotta do for
So ride wit me through these cold ass street
And you know how the winter get, you better hold heat
We only know murder, we don't know
clout, niggas runnin' they mouth
It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin'
Askin' all you cats in this game yo what's happenin'
Hoes talk
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
(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)
Trap be still doin' numbers
Big Gotti still got runners
Twenty years straight no fumbles
Wildlife, nigga, from
, I'm so cold, I'm so cold
Hold up now, take yo time
Let me get this right
You're trippin' on what's in front of you
Cause you're lookin' behind
Young Gotti, I don't play no games
Feelin' Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_
I'm your radio baby in stereo baby
G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive
saluted by the older trappers
Packaged up my game and hit the road
Took some hoes wit me
I just left the Chi made a 60
Brought some bows wit me
Never
For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah)
John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah)
Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game)
Don't know
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
doomed
Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope game
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then that's yo name
On the wall when they run up,
I got
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