Lyrics:
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with
ain't even slippin' when I'm all alone
Sittin' back laughin' in the chronic zone
Clown me ya gone
Surround me it's on
And it's the same old song
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
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
the zone
Don't try to move my throne
You think my cover's blown?
One two three to four
Open up the door
Open up the door
I wanna show you more
The Yo to Your
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 dro, smoking a pound yo
Light it up blowing up Os
Rolling in smoke
I'm in my zone yo, I'm in my zone, I'm in my zone
I'm in my zone like two three
Chop
by Club Enzo
And Zone 6, Morning Avenue, Memorial Drive, you know for sure
Shawnna fine and Trina tight, I kill them girls like Killer Mike
Killer
[Gotti]
Yeah, no doubt, ugh
One time for the motherfuckin…
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is a Mannie Frishzzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle [whistles] I
I'm on that FloRida
I'm on that T-Pain
I whisper on that Ying Yang
Off that Yo Gotti man
Can't forget that Dungeon Fam
Flying on that Bird Man
to lock me down
They need to 3up the 3up
3up The 3up don't play with the people freedom
This is the twilight zone
Can't talk mad on the phone
5g waves
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
keep on getting mine
So eat a dick
[Chorus 3: (JoJoPellegrino) Kurupt]
What's the verdict yo
(Doing me stuck in my grind)
Let the globe know
(MC
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
a Lamborghini I want a Bugatti
Like yo gotti
And I wanna be Crusin down the street Like eazy Yeah look at me now c breezy
I keep on flowing like river I
proper
And enough for one key I
See seventy thousand dollas
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti
He hit five straight points
We
banging yo Gotti
Like bitch it’s a.p. Bae
Been having since back in the day
Serving in the hallway
Fucked my teacher for some grades
Grade A1 shawty
Green
it every damn day
This ain't that dude that they thought of
I'm bringing that product
Till I'm reach about 2 to 3 commas
A House in Bahamas,
[gotti]
Yeah,no doubt,ugh
One time for the motherfuckin...
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is Mannie Frishizzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle, [whistles] I
[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,
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
dap, nigga
Just pay homage
Peep my steps, always keep the piece on deck
I'm from the danger zone where
We handle beef by death, nigga
Everybody's
town on ya Knuckles
Dat shit come with da Games Come with da Game
Being made By da Struggle
Dat shit come with the Game Come wit da Game
Three stacks
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 navigate
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