Lyrics:
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
The life, the life (the life, the life)
The life, the life (the life, the life)
[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Yo, what up world, it's Rule public enemy number one
it's
Muthafuckas steady switching
Who got you
Smith and Wesson pull em out what's the problem
I'm on yo ass pussy nigga who got it
On gotti
And we got it
And niggas
get in the head by a police officer
Then i am going to blame some of the people in this room
And I do not forgive
I just tinted up my whip i just
on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed
hustlers naturally born
With street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti
Y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd, a gemstar hit down on the plate
The Mobb niggas
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
shit?
Bitch, I'm not yo' BM or no bitch that beg to see him
He say he gon' knock my head off
I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just eat it"
Boy, you need
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
like Gotti, me and my hottie
A sawed-off shotty, ducking illuminati
I don't know karate, but I sure no crazy
So I don't give a fuck ho, I'll have you
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
I pray that I make it off rapping no capping
Gotti on the block I really be trapping
Gotti with the Glock bitch I'm my own shooter
Aim it at your
fly true ones and Adidas
Got the heater if you wanna try
Grandma off the meter, kush reefer, yeah
I'm stupid high shoot me as I'm moving by
Cruising
and then spin my shit
Off the radar, off the grid, like I'm MI6
You gon' lose yo life just cuz you sound off
You liftin' weights to get killed by a two pound
on the motor cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
Taking more shit than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
Keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin'
'Cause I'm
it cost two shoots to his brain
Niqqas fein scheming getting murked by lames
Out there penny pinching for the life and the fame
Lifeless hearts gotta
Shoot at my heart, I don't wear a vest
Off my chest, had to get it off my chest
I ain't bothered by you niggas, I'm too blessed
Niggas on yo side
They
Finta get real in here (word up), don't stop, (yo yo), that nigga daz
(Uh Yeah through kurupt talking)
Uh uh uh uh uh uh, Kurupt young Gotti
start poppin off,
You'll probly shoot your fuckin self tryna pop it off,
You ain't got the balls, You soft like cotton balls,
You just think You hard
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