Lyrics:
Yo introducing the improvement of a natural act
You hear this beat drop and watch it move the front to the back
And it's actually time to react
'Cause one of these niggaz just doesn't belong here
My rhymes are like the nine millimeter Beretta
'Cause anything rappers could do yo I could do it
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
and see (PNC)
It ain't nothing but G in me
I'll grip a gun and let it spit
Before he get to Run like DMC
He better hop a EMT is in the area so he
Could get
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
like Stockton, Malone, Gotti, Capone
Niggas dressed like they copyin' hoes, papi, come on
Stop it, you know you not with the smoke, I get you loafed
Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you walked by him
Now thinks it's a setup, could it be or maybe not
She said dont sweat it he dont got the top lock
the roof
Traumatized that's what the ghetto ah do it
So we take trips to Cancun
To simply better the view
I turn on the news cops
Killin blacks in plain view
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
Got in the arm, one slug hit my son
He was bleedin' from the head I couldn't believe it
We was defeated if it was a case I couldnt beat it
Felt like
on the track and I bet it's dope
Feel it in yo veins, don't believe me cause I said it's dope
Give a nigga goosebumps, like his reverence spoke
This egg whites
[king just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
one slug hit my son
He was bleedin from the head, I couldn't believe it
We was defeated, if it was a case I couldn't beat it
Felt like cryin(The
em bleed
I call up BG he gone make yo ass believe
I remember back when they ain’t believe me at first
Drag my name thru the mud and tried to leave it
spit that shit, nigga get some
Yo, It's like David against Goliath
Ghostbusters verses Bowzer
Gary Coleman battlin' Fat Albert
You could be tall
Yo young Gotti
Pick up the shotty
We gunna be tardy
No party just war
The wars at the door
Its Babylons whore
People must rise
See through the lies
and eat to yo song ( you creep )
You know my status, I don't gotta go home
And if I don't blow, i'ma sell blow back home
Face it, my life been anything but
different
Bitch, if I pull up on you boy you better be with it
They gon try to take me out, but I prepared for this mission
You gon see what I'm about bitch I
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
Put the fuckin mic on
Mic is on?
Joe Crack the Don, uh
Yeah, yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be
goodbye to all the folks I left
Then I seen my man, who always showed up to work with a smile
We would kick it at lunchtime and I admired his style
He
Put the fuckin mic on
Mic is on?
Joe Crack the Don, uh
Yeah, yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be
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