Lyrics:
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,
Gotti, Rebel, uhh
Get it right
Black Child, day's on
We all in here, Big D
Tauric
Huh, uh, Chris Gotti
Wuss' happenin' nigg
Uh, s'murda, uh,
I be on fire like my name Yo Gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my pocket
Stayin true to myself yea I keep dis shit honest
When I fuccd
flights
Four-fifth is room temperature
The pumps on ice (Ice)
Handle shit accordingly
Whenever it comes to you
Do the right thing or the get
The right thing
Yeah
This is classic shit right here, vintage shit
Go get ya tape decks ready
You know I had to bring 'em back
Terror era's the squad man
Yeah
Slow Rob
Irv Gotti, Rebel, uhh
Get it right
Black Child, day's on
We all in here, Big D
Tauric
Huh, uh, Chris Gotti
Wuss' happenin' nigg
uhh,
Yo what up son?
Yea happy new years man,you too
Yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man
Yea I'm jus chillin' in the coupe, k'nawm
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
where my bitches at what?
Yo they don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared, get back nigga, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's
don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared, get back nigga, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's at
[Havoc]
Yo, when I foul out on lab
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
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
here is true still
This is real life right here this little
Faggot nigga Naynay, he’s
A little dirt boy you know the nigga on
Your block that you, that
Yeah, Alkaholiks!
J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift
That's right
We're not done
Uh-uh, c'mon
Ain't it drunk
King, Tee, he drink wit us
Defari, he drink
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
y'all niggas back to this incident
Verse 1:
[gotti of fifth ward circle (fwc)]
Nigga you full of shit
Bitch now what is this, trick
Some new shit
My nigga Buck 3000 over here, you know
My nigga Gotti, the Princess, Momma, what's up baby? ha ha
Brooklyn son, what up what up?
My nigga Lloyd,
[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey want to see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
-yo, big mann, what's happenin?
-just out here chillin, dawg
-shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin about?
-nigga, I'm out here reminiscin,
time out yo waltz)
And tell your love'ems that you love em as all
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
cowards you don't want to go to war
The hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga
Swallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga
So, bring it, bring it
G Tray Deee
[Snoop Dogg]
Bitch talkin shit, huffin a dip
Call up my niggaz and say "Yo, don't even trip"
DAZ and my nigga Kurupt
Came through
[Kurupt]
Yeah, what up bitch
Kurupt Young Gotti, "Ego Trippin" hoe
Ha ha, what up Snoop?
We back in this bitch homie, ey Daz!
[Chorus]
So
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
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