Lyrics:
you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that I bring?
Make an MC wanna sing for a living
Take the beatdown we fucking giving
C'mon,
suckas, and even hit the block
So what you wanna do?
Ya must play it wrong(ay yo)
Cause to me, you simply can't get none
You wetter, then a hotter ho in
the hell i keep on flowin
On, they wonderin how i've lastin long
It's the bong that i smoke, by the palm wit don
Aow, that make ya wanna sing
I knock ya ass,
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
the stars
You’re supposed to be who you are
So do your thing, do your thing, do you-you
Said it’s okay to be you
Do ya thing, do ya-do ya thing
Interlude: Puff Daddy
See, it's 1996 man,
And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95.
We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
Charge me with battery no Duracell
Why call it a fist fight I'll put you down
You don't want to hear that gun load another round
This thing don't go
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
Traigo Balmain Jeans
Tu sabes que yo me llevo todito por los dos
Tu sabes que siempre ando grinding
Como Tony Hawk
Tu sabes porque siempre tu mina anda
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
Plz stop Frank you get off
Ah
애인이 54 horse
그때까지 whippin all
Ay hands up ouuu
이쁜 여자 다 데려와
쌔끈한 비키니 안에다 equip
Gotti put a date on
Pull up on yo block
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
to Timb shoes
Jeans to tuxedos
Second motion, son, I be do
down below ya best
Sunnin, runnin outta overpower
freeze the counter, ???? and powder
my lobby (fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti
pardon me, I'm sorry
Used to move like Billy the Kid, don't try me
Young gun, I was a YG like Yo Gotti
This is the remix, I'm loading up three clips
I
to the bar, order your grey goose, this what ya tell em'
[Chorus 4x's]
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you? NO!
Do I know you? NO!
Do I know you? NO!
to the bar, order your grey goose, this what ya tell em'
[Chorus 4x's]
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you? NO!
Do I know you? NO!
Do I know you? NO!
to the bar, order your grey goose, this what ya tell em'
[Chorus 4x's]
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you? NO!
Do I know you? NO!
Do I know you? NO!
'cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go
Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya
Y'all go tell that to my mother
pints, before gym, still be lookin' swole
I put red dot on his face, like ya mama mole
All I done did, I should move into uncle mode
Bad boujee bitch
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
_ "Every Little Thing")
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