Lyrics:
for my nigga bubble
Yo Homie turn cold you can’t think nothing of it
Acting like you gone be ready to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
in that ass anytime
You better ask somebody, young Gottis
Fast hotties, wanted posters in the lobby
Yeah, check the inside edition, Premier
Strap
Emotions aside you niggas gon Lose
Can't handle my waves
You used to the pool
You wanna fight
Let's meet at the stu
Come by yourself
Don't come with
' hands high
[Redman]
Yo.. yo yo
I don't brownnose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe,
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)
Couple of IV's with
Bitch!
What time is it? Yo, I don't give a fuck where you lay at, nigga, it's
time to slay these bitch-made niggas.
[Bizzy: Pac Pac run with us, run
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
boys across the cheek with Isotoners
And went to tell yo mama and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it, I swear that nigga be rhymin'
the boy?
Come and take a Polaroid, Polaroid
Camera flash, camera flash, I see yo' ass
Lookin' with yo' lookin' ass, so come and take a camera flash (ha)
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
like the love coming from the blocky
I don't feel nobody
I don't feel nobody
I'm like who are you
I don't know yo like Gotti
I don't feel nobody
I do
power he doing well nigga
Entrepreneur you tripping, he brought a scale with him
I got, I got, Florida water
I'm bout to go fuck on yo daughter
(I got, I
heard? Yo (fuck you)
It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C
All my niggas strap the Timb's up
Get out the puffy coats and all of that
And I'll see
heard? Yo (fuck you)
It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C
All my niggas strap the Timb's up
Get out the puffy coats and all of that
And I'll see
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
niggas, now, playa what it be like?
When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes
Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I
stay protected
No strap by my side, I was lacking hard
Bet I fixed that real quick, now who gon' pull my card
Got a new tool that's ruthless, no bias in
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
when I'm with my East coast folks locs (East coast)
Y'all know what's crack-a-lacking
I'm from the hood of the drive-bys and kidnappings,
Tied like dreadlocks, uzi's and glocks are what we pack
Fuck limited straps, I know they comin they got my back
Only bust shots and rhymes with niggas
to get shot by a skinny nigga dressed up
In the all black mask down when I crept up nigga
Why fuck with the lord
Wait no I'm a king
Wait no I'm a god
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
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