Lyrics:
Yo, now in the onslaught, y'all niggaz got caught
Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live
body
I'm feeling like I'm yo gotti
I throw da ones bitches rake it up
Can't hang wit dem niggaz dey fake as fuk
Man I be slidin my nigga don't be mad
Yeah, Money Mos
Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yo Gotti you ready?
Yeah, I am
L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some
but I was makin' it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin' sellin' cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin' raps
All about my
and shit man, word up
Why'all niggaz fuck with my girl why'all niggaz better tell me
Tell me or something be, word up
Tell Mya, and tell you? Calm, you're
time, wit' this rhyme
By the end of it
Ya niggaz is gon' be like yo x riped it
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
You cats can't be for real i
To real niggaz to real niggaz
K B X, yo, yo
Who wants to test the untestable?
Infrared nine at your spine, leave you vegetable
Where the bullet not
(Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Blackchild what up?
I'd like to welcome all my niggas
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout
street niggaz
And white boys that'll eat niggaz
I don't need a butcher to do my reppin
I get mines with a heat nigga
Pass by the spot wit' yo piece
Smokin'
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed
Chorus:
Niggaz bleed just like us
Picture me bein scared
of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
yo Patna done got killed
Lotta secrets I only told to 5th of Dussè and my head
Suicidal thoughts running rapid
Wit' a pistol by my bed
I suffer from
the Smith and Wessun is depressin
Niggaz keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
and my body start
York
Hawk is what them niggaz call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my motherfuckin' balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh with 'em
A blood
get yo' lip split
So keep yo' distance
My niggaz killin' like they Christian
Dope D.O.D. is a religion
We fight against the system, this life is life
bitch
The Embassy Suites
We takin turns tossin a bitch
Who I be? Yo Gotti
Ain't scared of nobody
Clique tight wit my people
Totin' a desert eagle
You roll
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle,
(Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Blackchild what up?
I'd like to welcome all my niggas
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all
of the illest in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents (begins fading)
Bad Lieutenant,
of bills
Bank account way on the red, fuckin with the highest overhead
Jackin off my money yo ass is out boy and I promise you that
I`m a money hungry
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield
Shootin' niggaz down, slappin' bitches up
Straight cash strut with some Henny in my cup
Rude for the hell
my biz and shit so he can get inside the throne
I guess the nigga like my song after I fucked a nigga's bitch
I'm fucking niggaz all daily baby ain't
the trap" (it's ya boy Yo Gotti)
I have wet dreams 'bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I'm not
grabbed the sick ?
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips
Now it's a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo them fools ?, niggaz drive by me
R.U.L.E.I.N.C... my nigga Fatal on my motherfuckin 1s 'n' 2s,
Holla back you bitch ass niggaz!
Yo, yo, cocksucker
If y'all havnt heard yet that nigga change is loose
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