Lyrics:
feet?
Hit so hard that the world did a three-peat
(Woo) when I talk "Puttin' you down"
I ain't meanin' asleep
They gon' lay yo' body down, yeah
Six feet
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
in two, change your truth to lies
War is eternal, there are no spoils of peace
War is forever, until we're deceased
War for the future, war for
everything I'm Yo Gotti
So many choices I'm Bristol's E-40
(Damn) New edition G like the Power Rangers movie
cnd I'm getting' many P's you can call me Puff
What, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Check it, yo
You say a one for the trouble, two for the time
Come on y'all, let's rock
around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect
Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen
Let my jam hit
my shoes do get out of line don't offend me
I'm drippin that Jimmy that tru you know that we got it by plenty
I feel like i'm up in world war 2 cuz
are you
I don't know yo like Gotti
I don't feel nobody
I do this shit for ollie
The world wanna stop me
I don't feel nobody
I don't feel nobody
I don't
the chrome rims
Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems
Pockets filled with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts,
(gots to have it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (really need it, yeah)
Verse Two: Charli Baltimore
Yo yo yo
bankroll Yo Gotti
Hope these opps don't get out they body
My whole life I been a son of a gun, that's why I gotta keep a gun in my pocket
Know what I'm
Everything mafia growin' up Gotti G
Four fifteen's in the trunk I got a lotta beat
How could these niggaz be Dro? They don't know how to be
Dro
Niggaz
that's where my heart wanna be
It's like I'm about to die just to get with you
Feel like you're putting me through World War II
Got my soldier suit and my
The inner city life controlled by the outer world G
Another Bronx War Story
(Repeat last line 4x)
[Verse 2:]
Peace see God you held me down like a weapon
to us
It's World War 3, ain't nobody to trust
White man got a plan to see us all locked up
Instead of killin up yo own kind, focus yo mind
Check ya
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
1, 2, 3 from New York to Germany
Do you wanna come party with me?
Come join the family, yo
So let's flow, yo
1, 2, 3 from New York to Germany
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 nigga that wouldn't
MOTORCITY B Da Muzik
I just want you 2 wrap your arm
I mean your wings around me
And just help me fly GRANNY
On the phone with show-up Gotti, He say
and trapping
And they're just slipping!
YO!
How you gonna jump
On the beat say you do trap
Then in ya photo pose wid 2 bags
Them boy cappin dey aint trappin
[Verse One: Ras Kass]
These niggaz rowdy-rowdy never rains in Southern Cali
Only clowdy, howey hit the valley in black Denali's
Like I am Johnny Gotti
wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when you're dead? tell Uncle Sam I said
I ain't goin' to war for a shit
wanna shoot
He got the itis
Leader of my pack
300 Soldiers
Leonidas
Niggas dyin
Round yo habitat
Friends
Dying n you stuck with that
really want yo place
This world is full of Cobras
It’s only getting colder
Marching through this war and You know that im a soldier (x2)
See I know
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