Lyrics:
i was call them my homies
Trying to clean the picture asap!
The life playing shit with the trap (Homie Comeon)
I break yall trap
I take the snap
Some
She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
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
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
She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
like I'm Yo Gotti
Got the Glock 19 went and add me a body
See him, recruit him, I feel like a scouter
Turn his car to a box, we stole it
Kick back
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
when you want it
Done hot payin you to meanzlest infratillity stop I paint pictures beatufully but
Niggaz is near sighted don't worry about plageris
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
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
[Verse 1:]
Hello (hello) can I speak to rochelle
(who dis) I'm the bitch that's been all over yo voicemail
(what) driving by yo house,
taking you
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
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
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot, then
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
niggas wit' ya
Son of bitch yea, I say fuck you for a picture
Come in to get yo head a bodybag
This shoulda fit ya
Nigga talkin' down in your
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot,
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
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
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
by one I'll pick you
That's head by head dismissal
Bitch if you don't want this moment to
End suggest you snap a picture
Fuck that I don't want no
Take a look at me now and what I am is crazy
Take a look at me now just take the picture baby Yeah!
Take a look at me now and what I am amazing
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
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