Lyrics:
bumpin Ghetto D by P and C and the Shock kid
Cuz most of what's on the radio today is just dog shit
My shit is so cited, I pressed it in braille
Got Helen
Sarajevo
But I make sure their albums make a peso
Dashie's getting slammed by snow
6 inches on the western portion, it'll blow
If I were a Monstercat artist,
So, you're a philosopher? Yes
I think very deeply
In about four seconds, a
Teacher will begin to speak, huh
Let us begin what, where
Why or when
as that yea
Look through my windows of wrath
So you can see where I'm at yea
Running round laps with the flow man
I'm busting thirty dozen all up in yo
givin dick straight to her dom
N***** that was standin by me now they look just like my clons
They gone wish they was with me
It's to late already gone
claim they some angels
When most of them hoes on unfaithful
I cut her off like toddy
It was a betrayal
Yo gotti
Now I follow the word of bobby like
I
claim they some angels
When most of them h*** on unfaithful
I cut her off like toddy
It was a betrayal
Yo gotti
Now I follow the word of bobby like
I
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
[gasp!] The precinct's heated - the cops is mad
Because they know who shot yo' ass and they know who can beat it
Above the law, run up on why'all
So
Look had niggas switch up on me like Nintendo
So I stay lowkey might be in my whip or a rental
Post a pic after I leave can’t give niggas my real lo
Tell me what it's gone be
cre you down to ride or you playing with me
Tell me what its gone be
cll these men around tryina spend it on me.
So what
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
that they hating, I pay it no mind
I know that hoe faking, I pay her no dime
I know they be rating yo' music and mine
Can no longer take it, by me, imma
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
All about you
Never really care what you man ah go through
All about fame an money and
Shoes
Couldn't take it
Let you go now I'm
Screwed
Me e feel so
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold?
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby
the past
Time flies, yea talk about fast
Don't give me #1, I should represent last
Now we past that, bitch I'm the best on yo block
Slap on my album, you
[Verse One: Ras Kass]
These niggaz rowdy-rowdy never rains in Southern Cali
Only clowdy, howey hit the valley in black Denali's
Like I am Johnny Gotti
with a love jones, watch me son
Global with the local cats that's known trifted in the hell zone
Politic, modern Gotti click,
Just a matter of time
talkin 'bout "Oh, I had it all"
So it's mo', money mo', albums - add 'em all
The scanner that seal is the reason
I feel like a man of steel still standin
cell
12's so fresh up on my feet
If I jaywalk, I'll go to jail
Yo bitch want the ring
I get her wetter than the wale
Her TV starts statickin'
I kept
misconstrued
That bitch is a tool
And yo' miss can get screwed
Beatin' yo' witness, If I
Miss then I'm screw
Only take hit's with the spliff for the deuce
I'm
without a cable
Or a Cuban Link and (Yo, Lincoln wasn't Cuban!)
So I still produce Def Jams like my name was Ricky Rubin
M-A-S-T-E-R and this ain't
sounds
Run thru ya shit lay erri body down
Touchdown like I'm Yo Gotti
Niggaz done bought 100 straps
But ain't shot nobody
Fuck you sayin nigga
Pops in
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