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representin' these Southside streets
Now if you ain't heard of me then you don't know whats up
You can find me on them Screw CD's talkin about 'Purple Stuff'
Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true
I'm not talkin about him, another dude
Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him (word?)
and laying em down was just a habit
Just like Smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up
Talking about the clique will get you laid down hella swoled
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Have a chump coughing blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga
from Memphis
They call me John Gotti
But they wouldn't show about it
You heard my shows be wildin'
People be straight yellin'
"I ain't goin'
of words and layin em down was just a habit
Just like smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up
Talkin about the click will get you laid down hella
What the fuck you know about, niggaz with them extra clips
Hanging out the choppas on yo block, I'm making niggaz flip
23's got it, big bodies I got it
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
if you ain't heard of me then you don't know was sup
You can find me on them Screw CD's talkin about 'Purple Stuff'

Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll)
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
Grown ups, in between, children and babies
Right about now it's yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie

Fre Fresh err Fresh
Fre Fresh err Fresh
Fre
on the Nextel chirp
If your tryin to conversate about some motha fuckin work, Why?
Because they hind em, they hind em, they hind em
Them Feds find em, they
About the way life change
How women used to like to wear decent clothes
Now they curse like men and dress like hoes
You supposed to be a virgin til you
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard?  Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard?  Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard?  Yo,
C'mon!

You gotta, pop that
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard?  Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard?  Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard?  Yo,
C'mon!

You gotta, pop that
"Yo you can keep asking them fuckin' questions all fuckin' day man
I told you what, I told you what the fuck happened man
Told your partner
on the Nextel chirp
If your tryin to conversate about some motha fuckin work, Why?
Because they hind em, they hind em, they hind em
Them Feds find em, they
on the Nextel chirp
If your tryin to conversate about some motha fuckin work, Why?
Because they hind em, they hind em, they hind em
Them Feds find em, they
on again

I just had to bring 'em back
Word you definitely know what I'm about
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
All my friends call me stout
I just
hitting at hoes
Fuck this I'm hitting that I'm hitting em both
Have one riding dick, one licking my toes
When I'm loving these hoes there ain't no love
at hoes
Smokin' this, drinkin' that, hittin' at hoes
Fuck this I'm hittin' that I'm hittin' em both
Have one ridin' dick, one lickin' my toes

When I'm
on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up
and leave you in a cell stuffed
you out your motherfucking mind
You could see the shit I'm doing, if you was blind
Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine

[Yo Gotti]
What am I to do
sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my fuckin' window
Make you
dolphin, fuck rhyming, I'm cripping
Niggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't steering, white Peter