Lyrics:
You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem
was Joe 3H from Capitol Records
He wanted to sign me really bad
Dame was like, "Yo, you got a deal with Capitol? Okay, man, just make sure it's not
I'm p miller
Call baby for that 93
Pull up at the corner store I'm trapping on the E
Chick kicking chickens hard through the zone 3
NO HANGOVERGANG
out the heat
Hell nah if it's beef leave a nigga in the streets
Rule number 4 put yo bro before yo hoe
And we livin' by that code and we die'n by that
parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From
Dodgin traffic on my way back home
Keep the windows cracked you know this tree I’m puffing strong
I’m alone
Music got me in my zone like cover 3
to rumble well get up shit
If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick
Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin' house
Yo Nip say
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
they be runnin tricks,
$3 what they gon come with, $3 what they gon get
I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj (taj)
Cut the shit
Some believers speculate
New theories evolved to explain the legend
Known to emerge from the deep waters of the three rivers
Thought to had become
(Oh GP) sliiime!
Huh, huh, Harlem, huh huh
Yo, I'm at the label with TECs out
Like I don't give a fuck
Make sure I'm the next out (Yes)
I come from
Ima get it on my own
They can't take me out my zone
I be snapping on my song
I'm thinking scratch my money long
I'm thinking scratch my money long
and Star baby pah
Def Squad be the best by far
I rock New York then Motown like
Yup, my name rings bells, bells
This year I'm confident so yo homes watch
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
All I got left is four, I'ma drink it slow
I tote a big .223, pinch that baby nose
I give a fuck 'bout politics, I just play my role
I drunk three
niggas salt shakin'
Bone crush em' and rush em' and get out and then touch em'
Doin' better than the Feds when they jackin' my box
Watch out, surrounded by
the truth on the mic
Twenty three on me like mike
Balling like pippen we pippin these bitches tonight
Drive by make sure u take out the lights
Three five
too hotty
Graduated college and her body wasabi
She give me big head and I call her Yo Gotti
Plottin on the gang y'all need a new hobby
I'm about
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word
All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some tracks on the birds
Irv, Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas
featuring Barshawn
Kurupt:
Yo Barshawn
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Come and drip into the realm of the X files
Gimmewhutchagot
with a love jones, watch me son
Global with the local cats that's known trifted in the hell zone
Politic, modern Gotti click,
Just a matter of time
pensions
I don't need no Benz
3 stacks told me
That shit come with fake friends
First off
Shout out to my Ex's
Not being impressed by flexing
So I had
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