Lyrics:
of dope run-in
Hustling tryna dodge des cases
You niggas been telling n
Da streets been beggin
So I had to go back 2 Da basics
Gotti dis yo boy Yo
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
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
they watching)
I'm serving white like I'm gotti
(i'm serving white like i'm)
Yeah I know they can't stop me
Shake and bake like Ricky Bobby
(Shake
(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
Before he hit the floor,
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
and suicides and homicides
And three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change
And niggaz fame, as the world turns
Though I walk through the valley
Shawty said her dream is to get cuffed by a real nigga
Sorry couldn't please you i been hiding two or three bitches from ya
Where a nigga from when
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
oooowwwweeee
My homie tryna put you on a pretty white t
Gotti Gotti i aint stutter i paint you red
Behind that one thats word to my mother
Jigga with that shotty
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
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
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
Horsemen attack
The only thing gonna pop is my collar and a gat
Chorus 1 & 2
[Canibus]
Yo, yo, yo
Fuck beggin for ya life, I have you niggas beggin for
and no more cops?
Shit is crazy
Shit I be thinkin' about
Yo, it's just questions
That I ask myself
When I analyze the world when I'm by myself
I
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
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
the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez On Me," 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he still gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north
alibis and suicides and homicides
And three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change
And niggas fame, as the world turns..
Though I walk
mine
Who ever get the drop that what it is
The object is to get it done, let's go it's nuthin' (Yo)
[Verse 2 Ja Rule]
Fuck tha world and niggaz
love my voice
Of course, full-force, I done made it now
[Yo Gotti]
I feel like you can't stop me now
I'm tighter now
More of a writer now
Than a rapper
with big plans
I love broads with big bottoms
Pistolas with big blams!
It's the world according to me
Pellewho record with a G
Like Young Gotti from
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
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