Lyrics:
look back that's way too dear
I went straight into production wearing a full body suit like Breaking Bad
Trimming for 2 whole weeks and I ate nothing
Same story, same target, different time
Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the blind
Trying to fight time, it's a battle of the mind
Waiting
like
"Gotti" (Yo)
"I'm throwing a party, come and parlay
Finna shoot you the addy; ain't too far from where you stay
Bad bitches and alcohol, what more I
the fuck
Is that over there? That don't look
Like Gotti car? That is that nigga shit
These niggas tryna ride on us
Nigga fuck that hey everybody
Take your
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
yes sir, she was trill
Plus she had a pocket full of colorful pills
Puttin' heat through yo whole crew flannel
Cookin' them chickens put me on tha Food
haughty all for a Bugatti, trigger was pulled listening to Yo Gotti
Play a Playboy, there is no Carti
Sipping on Cardi, but I miss the B
Hot as hell please
and Star baby pah
Def Squad be the best by far
I rock New York then Motown like
Yup, my name rings bells, bells
This year I'm confident so yo homes watch
of dreads
Mouth full of golds
Watch out for chicos and them zoes
That's dem Miami boyz
Always lookin for a lick
Be careful we don't end up in yo shit
That's
My Time Is On Lyrics By Black Neldy
Intro (Antre) (In Action)
Yeah! Ha ha haaaa...
M te di yo, Neldy tap vini pou yo...
Ha ha haaaa... Neldy get
I'm back
For a pretty penny I'll snap
And if you ain't gang I ain't gettin on yo' track
He a loser
Boy that nigga never win
Every time I walk by all she
And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word
All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some tracks on the birds
Irv, Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas
hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam
And incorporate murda like Gotti
How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld
Chew you like
to the trap (you should be proud of me)
This my letter to the trap
I know time flies by
I ain't shit in your eyes
I been fuckin' with this rap game, I
for that?
Don't be telling me that you know the pain
Your life was like a hurricane, yo
Same story, same target, different time
Cyclical reaction from
Stay strapped!
Ya know how that south
And that west is
That east side a jungle, too
You could come 50 deep
If you ain't right?
They gon' run yo
Lemme tell how the really real Brooklyn gets down
In the 70's and 80's there were lots o' dead bodies
BK was full o' gangsters like gambino and gotti
You
Swizz Beatz, that's me cassidy, that's him
Full Surface, the label
Ruff Ryders, the family
Let's get it cracking
I'm in the booth, dog
Here is
final thoughts
As I re-cock with more lines than a brochure
Stocked, ready to rock the elements of hip-hop
Do Gotti plots over instrumentals
Hit your
Should I stare,
Hell motherfuckin' yeah
Almost got blinded by a glare
Hollow tips made the metal flare
You better beware, or get,
Hit in ya waist
me and you
[Outro]
(2x)Can you smoke it right
In the back seat of my car
Choppin up this pa-per(paper)
Wit my homies do-or-die
1st time:(oh yeah)
2nd
Let it be prophesized; n****s'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way n****s get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
N****s
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