Lyrics:
was snow
It's like I missed the summer, put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Famer drill dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' around real killers
Hush
I said my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs yellin' when the strippers on fizzles
They say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from that up
Yo yo, you heard what happened to that dude yo
(You don't want to wind up, with your head tied up)
The nigga got his head blown the fuck out
Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how
it's goin down, that little youngin Yo Gotti I certifed
him stamped approval, you feel me?
,
[Fresh Prince - talking before song begins]
Alright we ready?
We rollin, right?
We rollin, alright
[Intro - Fresh Prince - talking]
Yo in
Intro/Chorus:
4 pound, hit you up with rounds
Leave a man down
Wrappin on a rat
The Infamous nuff said (Enough said motherfucker)
and when it
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
(Boom boom)
When that clip spark, don't be tellin' on nobody (No-no)
Got them bricks of hard, I be sellin' like Yo Gotti (Ewok)
And your bitch a doll,
hoes
I know its those that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic right
So Baby D won't you tell them what its like
Its kinda hard comin' up
Yo what up son?
Yea happy new years man,you too
Yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man
Yea I'm jus chillin' in the coupe, k'nawm
it's up to herself
If you ain't wit it then let's just forget it
But with you by my side how I'd rather see wealth
Can't you see what I've done for you
stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up?! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
about a fuckin' million in a week
(What what what what)
When I can't forget that we all still street
Yo, yo
You know a nigga that's sniffin', that's
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
What the fuck these niggas thought,
It's the I-N-C nigga, it's murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn
To Get Some
More Weed And Stay Fly
Just Another Way To Get By
Too Much Drugs Got To Get High
That's What I Do Don't Ask Why
Queen Kush
Og
Ak
[Fresh Prince - talking before song begins]
Alright we ready?
We rollin, right?
We rollin, alright
[Intro - Fresh Prince - talking]
Yo in
Banned from tv
N.O.R.E
Moving
Coming soon
Shut the fuck up
Tryna watch this movie
Yo, Jungle
Shut the fuck up
'98, it's ours
Ay yo, ay
time Gotti got
(What! What! What! What!)
Yo, yo
Ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plane
The other smoke chronic like straight
Yo Fab what up nigga
Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu
Lot of shit going on
Let's get ready to go in though
Huh, I said, ice in
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
like rock that's chopped up
What the fuck?
Yeah, all my niggas locked down
Chris Black, Black Child, Big Snails
Robo Jus, Big Rail
Yeah, all my niggas
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
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