Lyrics:
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
Listening to a free beat by Dre, in some free Beats by Dre, or
Tell my attorney to cook it and eat it
I play catch with the body of Bernie from Weekend
You know it's me
(You know it's me)
I'm with 800 Crips, then 4th Quarter
Big 1800 OMB (Big 1800 OMB)
Why he jackin'? He Folk, lil' boy is a joke
I'ma go
big t shirt got my forty-four
Shawty want to come back over cause she seen man dem in four by four
046 getting dead nominations till I be forty-four
Yo
the don
Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit
[Chorus: x4]
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
I hold
around ya shit like slumber
Party, organize crime like john gotti
[chorus 4x]
[king just]
And the way we go, blast off i'm on the next level
Maybe it's
got the place
Stomping to the beat
You could see me quarterbacking
With the hoes in the picture
No VFX
The robbery in effect
I Danny Ocean eleven
witcha names
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial
Harris Photos, group shots, can you remember?
all jackin' gang, we all smokin' Benji
And no, we not jackin' that side of the town
We gon' beat in his head like a clown
We smokin' on who had Tappman
body
Call me Irv Gotti
'Cos I only write my songs in Murder Inc
Since I am a beat killer and a scene stealer
This verse can flip the top to the bottom in
me, but you can't murder me
Shots hit your fuckin' car, Rrrr, now that's first degree
Dropped the bitch right off the dock, we left his head right by
around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect
Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen
Let my jam hit
you gon' be on the walk-a-way faster than furious
Why you put folks on the gangstas, you take out yo' anger on me then yo' mom gon' bury you
I'm really
on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up
and leave you in a cell stuffed
the fence
So I ran to my room and reached for the 4 fifth
Then I seen three niggas by my back door
Looked out the bathroom window and seen two more
So I
Blast on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up
And leave you in a cell
and trapping
And they're just slipping!
YO!
How you gonna jump
On the beat say you do trap
Then in ya photo pose wid 2 bags
Them boy cappin dey aint trappin
a challenge
You cannot beat me, you don't got no balance
I'm fuckin' this bit and I don't got no manners
I'm crashin' yo party, nigga, fuck yo planner
Listen
we was jackin the plug
When i up that pipe i blast at ya
Ay
Steady fuckin slidin ina acura
Ay
Yo ponta had died we clapped em up
Ay
My big bro got
(serve)
I got the molly and percocets serve em (serve)
Big bills, big wave (big bills)
Cook it up, soufflé (cook it up)
Beat it up, by Quay (beat it up)
a chairman (diamond)
Rolex beat, it's time for just winning, no fakes
Just copped more 4 5's and 9s, I ain't talking bout no J's
Please be afraid but I
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
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