Lyrics:
I'm ready for war
Napalm bomb strickin' close range I'm raw
You can't star, blinded by the gleam of the par
I teach y'all the Soopafly ways
Boy you wasn't in the field
Boy you wasn't outside
Boy you wasn't on the block when a n***a drove by
Boy you wasn't really clutching when it's really
leavin' out this bitch til after two sum'n
Man, why yo crew frontin'?
Y'all ain't gon do nothin'
All these ladies in here, and y'all tryna prove sum'n?
on the motor cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
Sendin niggas to the morgue
Def Jam, comin through, my nigga Clue
What the fuck? Jaz niggas
Yo, yo it's fuckin Ja Rule here to let y'all bitches know
Def
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Niggaz try stoppin' me, fulfill him like a prophecy
times
And they gon keep sitting in the house looking sad and sorry I cried like a hunnid times
Yo pain can't take away my pain, but we don't give a f**k
Yo, what's up yo? This is Nore, nigga
Yeah, let me know when y'all comin out here
so I can y'all some gats immediately
The minu-The minute y'all
I told y'all
There was money on the table by the bricks
I was at the kitchen table choppin up some shit
Listenin' to Jeezy and I heard a little
these ratchets (bah)
Call me gay basher for fucking up these faggots
Y'all niggas ain't nothing, stop fronting, stay passive
Yo, pass the dutch
y'all niggas back to this incident
Verse 1:
[gotti of fifth ward circle (fwc)]
Nigga you full of shit
Bitch now what is this, trick
Some new shit
thing
Out for ya green, ya'll know what I mean
I had this bitch by the name of wicth
I thought she really was, always showin the nigga luv
Suddenly
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
time is 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
something y'all won't understand
II'm a skinny man with big plans
I got a big house, sitting on big, man
You act tough, you gon' end up in quicksand
Oh no,
drink wit us
Makin' funky music is a must
(We're not done!)
(We're not done!)
First of all, my rhymes be hurtin' y'all
Try to step up, you be
neck
You acting for some f**k n***as that don't even care
You flexing yo homie money and wear what you wear
It like like 10:05 at night, Just kicking
on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if
to the freak to the weed
Baby girl you gotta heat for the street
And we back up in the
Heezy baby, Doggy's Angels, y'all so crazy
It's, yo', people, toes
Bangin
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend
Real crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my
As this G s*** begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest n**** breathing, y'all pretend
Real crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my
.JPG/220px-Yo_Gotti_2009_(improved).JPG "Yo Gotti")
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