Lyrics:
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
what?"
But his man is like, "Psych yo"
Take it from one extreme to the next
And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X
I can bring it from up
(I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth)
What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man
I know you
nobody wanna speak, now everybody
peeping out they windows when they hear me beating up the streets
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
That's what they say, every
mine
Who ever get the drop that what it is
The object is to get it done, let's go it's nuthin' (Yo)
[Verse 2 Ja Rule]
Fuck tha world and niggaz
up over here
Niggas fuckin' up, where my niggas at huh?
Niggas be frontin', where my bitches at what?
Yo they don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(This Ya Boy Yo Gotti)
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(Gangsta)
Yeah, You Put On Ya Gangsta Image
Gotti and that Boosie and that Jeezy (and that Jeezy)
Self-made millionaire, a dollar didn't come easy (a dollar didn't come easy)
Servin' J's, runnin'
shit what he was doin' at the other jail
You know what I'm sayin'? (Fuck all that, man)
Yo, check it, I don't give a fuck (I ain't with all that
made a deal with the angel of music
And I found what you said was true
If you give it to the people like the people want it
They'll give it, they
broad (yeah), it's a photoshoot (brr)
When I hit the mall (mall, mall), it's a photoshoot (ha)
When I'm in the club (what? What?), it's a photoshoot
off onto this gangsta shit
Bless our niggaz on the block
Could bring it however, you know what I'm sayin'?
However they want it
I don't think these
Ain't nobody cook'n though
A section full of them bitches
That Yo Gotti Look'n foe
Yeah that's them 5 stars
The get money drive cars
They got them bang'n
the fans
How they surround me in the stands
Probably could drown in a sea of hands
They hollerin', "Shady"
Yellin' it out to me and that's what I mean
matter cause they all on they knees
It's somethin bout these motherfuckin West coast G's
Make that cheese, when the cops come you bet' not freeze
and bounce back bitch
Yea
It's real simple nigga
It's just seein' to be whats in you nigga
If you a hustla, you gonna get dough
And that's how it goes.
the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
This bitch is sold out (4x)
[Verse 1]
This Yo Gotti
Mic check 1, 2
I love you
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
perfect
But what's the point in makin' it out if all they do is cuff ya?
You know, we be comin' from, like
The worst conditions, the worst
hunted for the bread and butter
What I wanted was to be the one that they was scared of but
I'm never gonna get the credit for the sweat and blood
I put
I'm fuck your bitch
Ok yo, hoe lay low, get mayo, like OJ yo, say hoe
Plug it in, pull it out, put it in, wat it is, that's wat it's all about
Now
It's the same kind of story
That seems to come down from long ago
Two friends having coffee together
When something flies by their window
It
minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
by myself, by myself
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