Lyrics:
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
the king
LeBron Gotti wit all his rings
Im supreme
Coach killer
Bitch whos callin shots?
Covid killer
Cock the glock
make em drop the watch
Thats how you'll
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
Aye
I toss the money like a skee-ball and watch it free fall
She treat my dick just like a seesaw this bitch a freak dawg
Yeah you said you did
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over
to sniff white lines
Commit white collar crimes and hit white dollar dimes
This one white bitch in the white Benz used to fuck white men
And like to sniff
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
And plays him for bitch, every time he's with his click
He saw him up the streets, through the jeep passenger door
Looking sweet three deep, by the 24 store
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
a bitch you be snitchin'
Yo' ho actin' stingy so none of yo niggas be with me
I'm packin' this bitch with my motherfuckin' nigga lil' nigga
I'm totin' my
"Yo you can keep asking them fuckin' questions all fuckin' day man
I told you what, I told you what the fuck happened man
Told your partner
Wyclef talking:
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
Wake up everybody Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
bring the heat.
getting off the 405
Be with this bad bitch, she living in the south
I'm met her at the club with my nigga Gotti
5-3, thick, with a lot of pride
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with
off that we spin they block
Come back around make sure he hit
How you a gangsta late at night you just pillow talk for a bitch
A one-man army by myself
A nigga want it put it on him get him gone
Let that nigga know
This shit ain't for show
Let it go
Make em' roll
It's war bitch i'ma catch em' by the store
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
The Matrix
Niggas be acting still hatin', I'm rich and I stay super faded
Pouring up that Bombay, let that reefer burn
Getting toppled by your bitch, my nigga
[Joi Starr (Ghostface Killah)]
I, can't, leave these streets alone, no more (Yeah, yo)
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I'm skinned up, Nikes is
turn into a hater
Real gangsta bitch I let ya meet yo maker
You sorry now bitch yea you betta be
They see me fly by like there go ha hip ass
They love
bitch
Pull up on party tip
I said I'm finna fuck yo bih
I bark up like an ostrich
I beat the booty with a stick
I tried to lick the Gotti whip
But
Psychopathic, loony bad shit, off with your head when I swing my hatchet
Once it's gone you can't reattach it
Vollyball it, toss 'n catch it
Warmin' up that
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