Lyrics:
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
the flames, or hug the sky for it
[dmx]
Niggaz done started somethin
[jadakiss]
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like sosa
Never turned down chocha, be
hustlers naturally born
With street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti
Y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd, a gemstar hit down on the plate
The Mobb niggas
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
And Keep that gas around
Yo bitch seen my team and got passed around
I ain't wanna fuck I passed her down that's why I'm laughing now
I keep the peace but I
shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin' iron by the pound
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
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
they go
Round and round they go
Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl
Then to get down with a ho
I'm Yo Gotti!
Reach for my chain is suicide
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
yea
(yea)
Cluemanatti
(my nigga)
Holla back nigga
(yea, uh, yea)
Irv gotti
(yea)
Murder inc.
(uh, yea, uh)
(run'em down nigga]
[Fabolous]
Yea
Irv Gotti
Yea
Murder Inc.
Uh, Yea, Uh
Run'em down nigga
Load the 4-4 up
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the Lambo,
slowed it down, chop-chopped it too
Got blades on the bus, candy paint on the truck
If you want to know what's in my cup
[Chorus]
[D-Gotti]
Now,
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
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
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