Lyrics:
If I could do it one way
I would do it like this
Exactly how it goes
Everytime the beat hit
Pullin up like boom bap
That's a drive by on yo bitch ass
My people's eyes through the peep hole
I'm loving you down freak, as I
Shoot through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreading
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
Yo the saga begins beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
Everyday, nigga, I'm selling narcotics
(Selling narcotics)
We pull up and we shoot at your party
(Bow bow)
Swerve off with your bitch, she so naughty
(Damn)
and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm
hitting we don't need no tackles
Ri go get it I don't need no drivers
Gotti gone sell it I don't need no buyers
Shoot myself I don't need no spider
Nawf
to say I'd never be nobody
But you know what I never do?
Smoke it off like Gotti
Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones
Tray Deee and Snoop, we
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
[Daz]
Motherfuckers know that it's on tonight
we came in here to fuck it up with a shoot out or fight
Niggas don't understand that it's on tonight
[Daz]
Motherfuckers know that it's on tonight
We came in here to fuck it up with a shoot out or fight
Niggas don't understand that it's on tonight
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
Rolls Royce so big gotta park it on the curb
And I gotta real big bag off a whole lotta pounds and a whole lotta birds
And I gotta whole lotta gangstas,
shit, we don't play no games about that money, yeah
Big Gotti, plug talk, CMG (plug)
Ten bricks for yo' advance, you signed to the streets
Urus, 'Rari,
be rappin, I came up off rocks
I'm thuggin', Im thuggin', I feel like I'm Pac
They tried to betray me
I'm mad at myself cause I keep it real with
peppered
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd
Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
John Gotti
with a snotty nose, nobody blows'll leave ya body frozen stiff
Terrorist niggas shoot the gift
Don't rift, I spill it like a bottle
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
the math
We take'n flight
Game
Brrr
Yep
Walk in yo spot with the mask off
Mask off
I'm with them clients we up at the bath house
What you think about this
on the board
Is you motherfuckers hearin'? (hearin)
They send us off to war
Kill our kids and got paid to America
Open yo' eyes
(for real) these niggas played
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
like a drug, I just relapsed, yeah
And I'ma shoot it up like-
Take that off, break me off, touch me soft
Take that off, break me off, touch me soft
I'm
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