Lyrics:
got gassed
At last, I'm literally loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
Toyota
nicks went for 20 down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
And what
back seat
Haha, y'all think I'm mean
Runnin round talking bout the shit that you be talking bout
How you the drug game sold up and locked down
John Gotti
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
blame it on the liquor
All Star I'm in my 2-3 zone, I got a pistol in the car that's about 2 feet long
Pockets fat as fuck yea that's what's up
Yo
Call the president I'm blowin' up ya residence
Spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence
Protestors outside screamin' free gotti
Guard your body
(D-Gotti talking)
We Po'ed up, we showed up
And we still rolling on choppas
It ain't stoping know what I'm talking about
It's D-goti, wreckshop
like I missed summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be running 'round with real killers
Hush gang, ain't
All i want is the backends, so im stackin' that cake up
Guess im just like Yo Gotti, 'cuz im just tryna rake up
Countin' cash till the sunset,
Intro: Killah Priest, Raekwon
continuous
Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?
Wu-Tang
Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'ma shoot over here
On that AIDS
really legit
I ain't gon' lie I was broke as a joke so I went up the road just to go hit a lick
Fuck that shit Gotti you better than this
Fuck that shit
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
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya had me stressin
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
Why you ask me that?
You just can't fuck with me, you know what I'm sayin'?
You gotta keep yo' mouth close
Nigga solid to this shit, for real, for
Jeru The Damaja can damage you, I'll handle ya'
Two girls on my bike, one on the back, one on the handle bars
Ferrari F-130 so I call that bitch,
Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding
Wet niggas up like
don't wanna hear I'm actin' different (yeah)
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin' (facts)
These hoes ain't, what
man?
Some of my homies don't even know you
What's up with that?
What's up with that?)
Let us begin with a funky in-tro
My name is cool Moe Dee, what up
to..
YO WHAT UP SCRAM JONES?
Mel-Man what's crackin'?
What's up with all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?
[Ms. Roq]
Nigga WHUT??! I'm
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas (Shh)
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