Lyrics:
this bad luck
23 years old and I moved up out the beach
But the kid ain't far I just moved up a couple streets
LA home, what you heard about me?
I've
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy
I'll give it to you if you beat it up like Pacqui, Pacqui
I'ma kill 'em with the shoe, no ceiling is in the roof
And I'm
on the Nextel chirp
If your tryin to conversate about some motha fuckin work, Why?
Because they hind em, they hind em, they hind em
Them Feds find em, they
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
Lauper, multi deep like Frank Sinatra
Gave 10 birds to Waka Flocka, told him drop em Moreland plaza
Whoozy like the morning after, try me then yo skull get
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
to have a little poise
You should be worryin' about ya wife
'Cause she look like a
12-year-old little boy
Before y'all started smokin' crack
Ya life was
let the devil in, holy ghost in that Bugatti (skrrt)
Free smoke, fuck what you heard about me
Everythin' cost, bitch, ball is smoke-free
Free smoke,
it off homie yeah
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
All by your lonely
If you have to call me lil' blast master, KIS
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
it? (Shock G: Yo go ask your mother)
The freak needers, the beat leaders
Let me tell you somethin', you ain't heard nuttin' this funky Peter
So
when I come in town
She ain't never let a nigga down
Yeah, it's Illi and Gotti If I'm on the track, then you know it's a body
If she in the whip, then
tell em slide thru
Ferg and Gotti go crazy
Bitches wanna have our babies
Smoking on blunts of Haze B
Gotti Kanye Ferg Jay Z
Shot yo shot but it grazed me
the hawk spit
With a killin' instinct
Like some of these students gonna
Have an early coffin
You can die on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Mama's cry
[Ice Cube, Verse 1]
I am the one, that you heard about, read about
I am the one, that had to take the ghetto route
I am the one, don't make me pull
ski masks
You know my street pass, it been certified
Stop lyin'g I'ma g you been heard about
Stop reppin'g, you a pussy I been heard of you
You
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
you's the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
and you Cardi (You Cardi)
I'm Martin you Mike Lowery (Mike Lowery)
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all
boys across the cheek with Isotoners
And went to tell yo mama and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it, I swear that nigga be rhymin'
to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby
only gon' help you if you helpful
Or have you do shit somebody else should do
They only person care about yourself is you
Nowadays niggas live like they
tennis chain
Do it by myself, if I get caught, it ain't no witness, man (Gotti, what makes you do it?)
Loaded up them bricks inside my jet and then I
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