Lyrics:
Put the fuckin mic on
Mic is on?
Joe Crack the Don, uh
Yeah, yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be
Glock up witcha
We get up witcha Issa go
Better keep yo Glock tucked niggah
You can't be slipping like no hoe
I know how to serve dope
I Know how
water and freeze it
E I rock with the blood of Jesus
Cover my body my technique is MURDA, Irv Gotti
This lyrical seminar got my signature
written in
it, bitch
You better stand on it, believe that
Fuck this rap shit, you know how I’m livin’
with mad clips, TVs in your whips
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
My style tight like Gotti when I touch you
Seasoned Picatti
Or Versace joints with
prepare for war and rest in peace
??????, so run up the streets
Showin up for heat, makin it hot until it burns
Steady combat for sure it better
'til
The motherfucker drop don't really need a
I guess I'm pump from the lips
Niggas get scared, from the style
They hear it
Start a new religion,
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'
the bar
Cuban the don daddy like john gotti
I brung a long shotie for the chump bodies
If it's on it's on, mami
[ chorus ]
It's mister cuban link, baby,
achievements
They didn’t believe in me I just let em sleep in
In love with this cash I ain’t never leaving
Drop racks in the morn’ get it back by the evening
marks the speasy
How niggas gettin' dis money, it can't be this easy
Believe me, I see between cracks and crevices
Angelic and devilish, who thinks
StateFarm clan
Go get the bag
Keeping the rap
Keeping the bat
Beat's never flat
Filled up like fat
I still got it
Get it like yeah
Get it like...
Like Yo
So stay on yo' P's, We gangstafied G's
And thanks to I.G we flyin at hot speed
Niggaz want the drama?
They can get it 'cause we soilders and we
a pistol what he lookin at
Violated foul made it his style, i hate it
Traded shade faded he got annihilated
Call up my peoples out of town
Now we outta
and freeze it
E I rock with the blood of Jesus
Cover my body my technique is MURDA, Irv Gotti
This lyrical seminar got my signature
Written in black, gangsta
Yo the saga begins beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
strays with niggas names on it
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
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
with Yo Gotti
I got it off the swipe you would think a nigga mobbing
And there's a chance I'll kill your favorite rapper he don't want no problems
First
you do, because like times hard
It's like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the glock
I hits yo' block an watch his shit every stop (It don't stop)
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
stouts
Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses
Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock
I'ma tell them, "It can happen,
stouts
Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses
Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock
I'ma tell them, "It can happen,
boys across the cheek with Isotoners
And went to tell yo mama and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it, I swear that nigga be rhymin'
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