Lyrics:
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
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
of screws loose in my brain
Besides that, ain't nothin' changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug
Nigga I still smoke bud
You know I still represent St.
So drop your set and get yo wet up
I know some niggas that say they gangbang
But really don't got no set bruh
Im young thug I came to wreck bruh
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo' threw up at
Flip coke blew up at
Where them fake thugs got they vests chewed up at
Brooklyn, beef who want
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You're
they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife
[Chorus: Havoc]
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know
like some family
Trees and beanstalks
Some hustlers naturally born
With street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti
Y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd'll
columbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened to DC
This nigga ain't Gotti
He pretend
Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
peep this
You know what im sayn
Its young thug to the G
I don't got a write nothin
Im real about mine
Yo, aye, aye, look, look, look
Something
Shakin' that lil' limp skinny ass body the bitch got
Turnin' the Gotti on the cock
And make the bitch hit the block, I'm tired of these hoes
Now a days
Shakin' that lil' limp skinny ass body the bitch got
Turnin' the Gotti on the cock
And make the bitch hit the block, I'm tired of these hoes
Now a days
flip shit with bitches that ride all day
And niggas that get head, on the highway
And niggas hating
To see Satin
Or be played
I'm gon' tell yo
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
You push me out in front to get behind me
Then You sat me up by blessin' me to bind me
I'm a grown man with kids now, stakes are high
Gotta go
for war
Cause I'm clutching uzi machines to blow up your car
(BOOM!!!)
[Gotti]
Let the tables turn nigga, deadly bullets burn
When will you
Mr. Slick is out to prove somethin
I'm all up in this pussy, pass the chrome, time to move somethin
(Yo, it's the turnaround)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Tonight my
hit
Send my yougin's for to break in your crib
I pay 'em double, just send me the bricks
Shooter like Scottie I ain't talkin' Yo Gotti
That white
(verse 1)
Yo beanie mac rap guerrilla
I'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see em
grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin
And uhh, throw up that finger
Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up!
Thug style baby, Thug style y'know?
Tell
On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where
I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair
That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man
Gotta
necessary
Niggas wanna see me buried
Worried, if you coming hurried
I ain't going down, fuck the world I'm a thug
Tell 'em, can't nothing stop me but
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