Lyrics:
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
talk about it I don't talk about it, be about it
You can come and see me about it I'm a real O.T. about it
Real niggas keep me surrounded We do real
You ain't got no whip, you ain't got no bottle
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
You ain't got no cash, you ain't got no dollas
You stay
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!
[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]
Throw your hood up
All my G's represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House click came
Bo$ back and I'm on tip (Wats gd)
Got mo money and a 45 (I'm Ready)
No time 4 yo small talk
Go get a Cass 4 dat Broke Shit (Broke nigga)
I swear to god
a reason
Uh, Call on my phone, know, I got it
I want hit the stove, I grew up, to Yo Gotti
I send a reminder, I tell them the gram it ain't real
They get
on the streets
No gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
Ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
You 'bout to die thug!
hating ' my progress
Tryin' be makin' me feel less fuck what they talk
I be so careless demons be makin' me fearless
We do real numbers real shit been in
I seen was snow
It's like I missed the summer, put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Fame, a drug Dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' around with real
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
the truth
Damn they'll speak about you
When a nigga talk real
You won't even know how it feel
How you gon' tell me what it is
When a nigga say Gotti
All that
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
shit ain't that deep for real
But certain shit like cheese
Will leave you six
Feet deep if I'm knee deep in bills
Yo I sleep wit' steel cause I merk cats
Roll up some shit, look like elephants thumbs
"Bagg it's yo time," said the watch on my arm
Bitches gon' milk 'cause I'm lit like a candle
I'm never
of fame drug dealer Yo Gotti He be running around with real killer's. Hush gang He ain't fronting no fuck Nigga's Big stepper we'll stump One of you little
of fame drug dealer Yo Gotti He be running around with real killer's. Hush gang He ain't fronting no fuck Nigga's, Big stepper we'll stump One of you little
wanna do is talk power for hours
Beat the pussy up, make sure it's a K-O
Step your banks up like you movin' that yayo
Somebody go and make sure
wasn't real, I wouldn't be in this position
Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say
I'm by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day
Lil' Jay used
Get crossed out
Put that beam on ya like a barcode
Ran away from my group home
Got adopted by John Gotti
My first body was a nobody
My second body knew
Swizz a rapper fuck you, suck dick
I'm sicker than these rappers
Got a gun that'll? you rappers
? beast so hard? John Gotti you rappers
Kaseem Dean, mean
clock (Damn)
Haters on foot, (Foot) by the Side walk (Side walk)
Just a guy, came from Itapetininga
Real hot, do not give a chance to miss a shot
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