Lyrics:
just for reaching
New dick in the glock bust a opp for no reason
Yeah watch how you looking get popped for no reason
Hundred round drum get you dropped
Yo Shock man people be comin up to me sayin
"Yo man, what's up with the Underground, man?
You guys old school, new school, R&B or hip-hop?"
What
much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our shit 'cause!)
Where we from?
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg
on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed
bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe,
frienemy
Yo what's up, see me on (?) tryna get buck
Where in the world did he get that from?
When the bass drop down and he kick that drum
So what's up?
the throne
[Chorus:]
Kingdom come, bass lines and bring them drums
This is game time play mine we're number one
Kingdom come, bass lines bring them drums
Come in lets ride, chill by the tides, official vibes
Don't look surprised, you lit you fly, yo hips yo thighs
This truth or lies, I fantasize, but I
play with me
I got a couple screws loose
I think my head missing
Feds listening
Give a fuck bout what you said bitch
Fuck yo dead homie crossing niggas
Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)
(We love you, Tecca)
I never had the time to make a way
I only had the time to make a play (oh-oh, oh)
I had
layers
Every baddie love me trust me i can play ya
Every boss fuck with me you gon' for favors
I'm a smooth criminal watch ya behavior
Play my part
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips
on Greenleaf
with their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got
He think he harder than errbody I got the big head I'm irv gotti
Pull up and shoot out hunnet round drum ta ya face I thought you heard scottie
I be
shit set up and that's just the way it go
Take'em to the slaughter house they wanna play the goat
Gotta big ol pad n that don't mean I'm taking notes
Yo
And plays him for bitch, every time he's with his click
He saw him up the streets, through the jeep passenger door
Looking sweet three deep, by the 24 store
could not smell you
You not a real, and I cannot stand by you I'm ballin' on niggas, I feel like Lil Caillou
All this bread in my pocket, not your cheese
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
(Say, muthafucka
What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this
Funky joint?)
My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum, the drum
My homie Snoop Lover's
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Ayy, yo
Ayy, yo
That's the money calling me, ayy, yo
The haters on to me, ayy, yo
But I'll bet the drum go off, ayy, yo
I know
yourself for nobody
When she act up
I just give her act right like I'm Yo Gotti
I swear to god I'm sacked up
Blitzing shit like we the packers
Niggas actors
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