Lyrics:
Yeah)
Ima hardbody
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I just gotta keep a gun by me
Swear to god Nîgga love violence
Send a hit like I'm John gotti
Gotta feeling ima
so do I
But I just turn my back and then I go get high
Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch
And you bought it, so don't be mad I
wit me killas
Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!
[Chorus:] [Silkk The Shocker]
I'm a N-O- nigga L-I
M-I-T soldier (2X)
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
my murder I aint shoot nobody
They wanna judge me by raps they like you John Gotti
Talking bout this aint political
If it's not then why you feel
[Intro - Ja Rule - talking]
Yeah ... ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin nigga (gangsta
Yeah, ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin' nigga (gangsta shit)
Nigga Terry what's
the issue
Hallow tips be ripping thru his tissue
Rocking that blockboy shit niggas know that I'm hard
I keep it real gotti never a fraud
No we aint beefing
lyin' through they teeth
Uh
Trust real sacred I can't give that shit to nobody
I just keep raking in the bands feel like Yo Gotti
Why you ain't talkin'
And you know I got the Draco on me
Niggas falling like it's plinko homie
Oh you wanna talk dirty on me
Leave yo girlie feeling really lonely
Milly rock
and
Every time I see her I just listen like yo gotti cuz
I just wanna show you love nothing else It's true
I just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
Who tha Who tha realist
Who tha realist
Who tha realist
Who tha realist
It might be me
I might be a problem
Just Like John Gotti
If I had it probably
Cause it ain't cheap and Yo Gotti'll tell you it's a lot of hype bitches
On the road, lay your coffin
If you're intent on stoppin' I bet you, they gon'
here is true still
This is real life right here this little
Faggot nigga Naynay, he’s
A little dirt boy you know the nigga on
Your block that you, that
her walk by and not talk
Especially when she walked by with that hot walk
That's when she asked me what's the guitar case for
Thats when I told he that
penetentiary chances tryin to get rich
My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti
Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it
Chorus
[c-murder]
Throw your
Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno
We know Tarantino a killer
But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck
shit's phenomenal, droppin' like domino
Comin' with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo
This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
This is for my
can do
Ya niggas drinking Haterade, drinkin' my flow
Yo, Thugged Out, thug shit, right here mothafucker (real mothafuckin' shit right here)
Thug
time Gotti got
(What! What! What! What!)
Yo, yo
Ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plane
The other smoke chronic like straight
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
Ha ha yea
Uh real shit
Check it out yo
Get a grip, get it fast
More smoke, more cash dPG with the blue flag
One ratchet ho with a fat ass
Category,
Talk a lot of shit, I need Big Red
Keep the racks in my pockets, big head
Ho Gotti
Big Paper Route, nigga
Fuck the other side, man
Wack-ass shit
money over bitches
My shit's phenomenal, droppin' like domino
Comin' with the real yo and
Fuck what you feel yo
This is not for all the
Freaks in short
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