Lyrics:
Threw switches on this blick
But, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Be discrete an keep yo' distance
When it get greasy you can't fix it
Don't be
the fuck goin'
Bruh my nigga, we startin' a movement
(You damn right) now listen, I can't spit
(He ain't lyin', he is not him)
Aye, but these niggas though?
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, I'm tired
Good evening
You could be anywhere in the world right now
But you're right here with me
Nah this ain't no movie
This is real life
Gotti I got this
desire
These bitches be fake for the gram straight lyin
Do what it take ima live by survival
Tryna stack bread no time
Hadda go hit up mall prime
Hopped
up, roll up
Talkin' out the side o' yo' mouth
That's what's gon' let niggaz know
What you got in yo' house
Or they lyin' to yo' spouse
at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where y'all at
[Fabolous]
Yo, you must wanna die
From the nigga you testify against
Fabolous make
to this
Where ya'll at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll at
Yo, You must wanna die
From the nigga you testify against
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
don't give a fuck about nobody
Last four weeks, we done caught four bodies
All white on, runnin' with Yo Gotti
On the East, doggy, or I'm in the O
with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
Come in lets ride, chill by the tides, official vibes
Don't look surprised, you lit you fly, yo hips yo thighs
This truth or lies, I fantasize, but I
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
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
the West, I got my nigga Game
All you bitch-ass niggaz, why all better fall the fuck back
why all know how this shit is about to go down
Yo homie, what's
And I know you miss me by the
Way I'm grip you by yo' thighs
Pullin' on yo' hair
Slow strokin' from behind
You say you want a thug
You wanna hop in so
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips when the mac spit your top got split
Layin dead
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
[Cam'Ron]
Yo, there's a war going on outside no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet
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
huh)
By the time you try to change it's gone be too late (fa sho)
What's that smelly smell I smell I think smell a snake
You
Been a fake (fake)
You say
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