Lyrics:
words of wisdom
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
A branch
words of wisdom
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
This time there was three
One, two, three the hard way
A branch
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
When I'm with ya' girl, every time it's a photoshoot (ha, verse two, it's Gucci)
Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photoshoot
(Listen to this
Listen, it's Nolay aka Bella Gotti, yo
Every chick wanna be bad
So they rap about experiences
They've never had
Their boy's seatbelt is the closest
tical
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song of sixpence
Pocket full of chits
Too many rappers be on john gotti's dick
Now this
Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how
it's goin down, that little youngin Yo Gotti I certifed
him stamped approval, you feel me?
,
club rapper
Imma house party 2 keg
3 pound 4 fridges full of 40 Ounces, 5 fine bitches fighting For the last of the Jell-O shots Rapper
Always been
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
Westcoast fuck one time
It's crime season honey, it's crime season, nigga
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Kinetic, energetic, imperial, serial psychosis
Exorcism,
wit me killas
Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!
[Chorus:] [Silkk The Shocker]
I'm a N-O- nigga L-I
M-I-T soldier (2
time is 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
a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
(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
Before he hit the floor,
When I'm with ya' girl, every time it's a photoshoot (ha, verse two, it's Gucci)
Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photoshoot
(Listen to this
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
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas
you don't have the key
I want more!
I need more
I need time to explore
I need to go open the door
C'mon, bustin' through the wall
I need to go
Yo, I'm
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
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
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
they go
Round and round they go
Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl
Then to get down with a ho
I'm Yo Gotti!
Reach for my chain is suicide
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