Lyrics:
collars
Know I'm tal'n bout, for real though feel us ha-ha
[D-Gotti]
Still be, body rocking
Powered up, everybody watching
[Big Moe]
I'm here to party
can't quit, 'cause we on da grind [Daz (Kurupt)] Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-you-are-you-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know
we get it we be out here on the grind
[Kurupt]
Yeah nigga, half a days gone by
Ganstafied, givin it just up livin my life
It's hard to survive
Without
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
to Brooklyn apprehends me
Like a D-tech bustin' my man in the projects
I'll send you up north, I ain't givin' respect
Prejudicial, your style artificial
to Brooklyn apprehends me
Like a D-tech bustin' my man in the projects
I'll send you up north, I ain't givin' respect
Prejudicial, your style artificial
Ay you know what time it is nigga
Aw yeah it's cookin' time homeboy
Chea, I'm Yo Gotti
I got 36 ounces, fish scale uncut
Newspaper on the floor
That's what I want you to do
So I can call up Gotti 'nem to blast yo' crew'
You think you tossin these hoes dawg, but really you not
You niggas payin what
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
she was on a nigga airtight
It won't no what's up it won't no hug I shook my head twice
You thinking we bros you broke the code I found yo hoe and bent
to the freak to the weed
Baby girl you gotta heat for the street
And we back up in the
Heezy baby, Doggy's Angels, y'all so crazy
It's, yo', people, toes
Bangin
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
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
Yeah, Money Mos
Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yo Gotti you ready?
Yeah, I am
L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some
the trap" (it's ya boy Yo Gotti)
I have wet dreams 'bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I'm not
on the front line, livin' it up
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (thug hang)
World wide mob figga, let me
on the front line, livin' it up
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (thug hang)
World wide mob figga, let me
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
when you look in my eyes
Ain't made a dollar in the streets, yo ass need to get a job
Nigga's shootin' up cribs, and for that you get no props
Pop up
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
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
a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae
Got
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