Lyrics:
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's
But so what? I just max like I'm playing the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J,
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
whip out the blunt n my body go gray
Till my gotti go bang break it off like a Payne
I told your lil bitch that these body gon hang (they all hang)
Like
a pound it's time for me to lose weight
I ran 8 blocks from Mission Gorge up to Chase
Aint break a sweat but my hearts starting to race
You couldn't tell by
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
some crack?
Than you did three days in a half
And then that fast you came back?
I'm starting to think you don't
Serve your full time in
Jail cause you
thing, you slinging and caught a body?
Two days in the bing you'll be singing like Pavarotti
Talking bout you pop the shotty, walk around like Gotti
Now
a fatter poem
Matter of fact you can tell by
How my vibe i'm bout it
Hopped on it one minute
One minute later i'm vibing on it ,
This beat is non-respondent
he holding
Balling like he's Kobe
All this shit he's showing
While yo ass keep scrolling
Through time lines
Thinking I'm fine
On the shitter
Like man
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
feel beaten, I don't bite back, go down on my knees for a reason
On-site Satan when I see him
BOW break that bread and eat it
I put my arm in the air
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
Every time we get a drop them niggas mad they ain’t gone spin nun
Niggas go to the jeweler just to look they ain’t gone spend nun
I’m almost off
walk's so mean
And her lips so serious and her house stay clean
She can walk that walk and she can talk that talk
I'm Yo Gotti I just wanna break that
seen Styles, Jada
Sheek with you at yo' show rocking it out
So the shootout you was involved in
Was the only time you've ever had The Lox
(locks) in
Light is shinin' beauty sunshine
Here comes one-time the ball was so fine
Heat is blazin' the kids were playin'
His partner was shady tryin'
Come here break yo' neck for me, baby (come here break yo' neck)
Come here sign a check for me, baby (come here sign a check)
She gon' take a risk for
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