Lyrics:
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
Loyalty is everything to me
Tell me that you love me but you lyin through yo teeth
Say that I'm gon make it but you hatin in discreet
Need to come
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'
see no wrong though
Snake in grass I lawn mow
Bakin' shit, I make some shit
I did it what you tried too
Touchin' walkin' by you
Who you finna lie
nobody
The scientist of the George ave do work in the lab
Test my experiments out on the ave
They got you thinkin' but they lyin' anyways
So when they
You get yo shit whacked in the day and whacked up in the dark
I had to stay up out the way, it was getting bizarre
Let me talk my shit
I got niggas who
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
other shit
They like to talk behind your
Back, but in your face, they ride yo' dick
That's why I stay tight with my crew
So what you gon' do when we come
afraid of yo' thing (Pow)
B-b-bitch, I play no games, get the fuck outta my face, boy (Bitch)
This fuckin glock will make you dance, I'll give you a little
Play yourself and all that, right? (Uh-huh)
And see you sit there and know you lyin'
And he'll take you to court after that
'Cause he the Inspectah,
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
the signs
Out yo mind they gone think you out yo mind
I ain’t lyin I know you know I ain’t lyin
In due time we gone see him crack the sky
And every eye
the Birdman
Won't waste my time, torch you in freak sand
I look at gettin Cash Money like a sport
Smoke a Newport, then finish yo ass with one thought
Niggas
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
lookin like a novice to me
Now quit talkin to me
Can I vet? All you niggas
Sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
worth
I ain't complying to yo terms
Niggas cap about they life on type beats ion get it tho
Why you lyin in yo verse, you ain't lyin shorty skrrt
But you
ain't shy
I know I know I just know you fucking lyin
Everybody put yo hands in the sky come ride wit me
Put yo glass up go all the way live wit me
See we
the bullshit you blab about goin through
I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? protectin you?
But they'll murder you, playa
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
bitch, you call her that
And I'ma break yo neck
And if you tired of his lyin, tired of his games
Come and walk with me, come and talk with me
Come walk
see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo yo
I don't brown
see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo yo
I don't brown
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
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