Lyrics:
bread and meat
The squares asleep
But all the hogs out on the prowl
Blocks get locked down like they off a child
Time to eat up off the streets full
[Intro: Big Moe]
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side
went outside to drain my
Main vein for some relief
Found a backpack full of G notes
And like a thief, I snatched it up
Back at the crib I stashed it up
zero went straight to 100 real quick I can't trust nobody
I drive in a BM bitch slide in my DM real shit shoutout to Yo Gotti
I been trapping before I
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
I'm blessed)
Cause I didn't get popped (or I didn't get killed)
[Yo Gotti]
It's hard to except
The cards I was dealt
The life that I chose
???
A life
Money, Geto Boys and Underground Kingz
Wrote the rules on how to ball without a bodyguard
Learn to move or get hit with the John Gotti charge
I pray you
nigga, gangsta's talk!
Tell 'em one more time, gangsta talk!
All the homies in the hood, gangsta talk!
To my nigga Eastwood, gangsta talk!
Kurupt
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
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
I tell my hoes, "Rake it up," like Yo Gotti
I do my thing and I fuck up a party
Niggas that hate, they gonna wanna say "Sorry"
Free my guys, I
denied
Been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now
I'm at the round table, where
went outside to drain my
Main vein for some relief
Found a backpack full of G notes
And like a thief, I snatched it up
Back at the crib I stashed it up
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'
and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out
recline in Monte Carlo
I got the game down to a science, it's the clients
That turn small time hustlers into giants
Three course meal, waitin' for my
want that bad weather cause
I'm coming at you full power
Leaving niggas sour worser than anni Bower
So get cha shit straight or get cha head bust
I ain't
been broke a couple times but I always made a way
My ambitions as hustler keep me forever paid
Razor blade wit da soap, mean the rent getting paid
When
won't stop on my full time hustle hustle
Straight to the top on my full time hustle hustle
Yo you can catch me in Brooklyn on the clock when it comes
choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep through this
Me don tell yo seh man na hustler
You affi know man na hustler
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Action pak man na hustler
I be hustler yeah
No need to chill my
never I'm supposed to be
I chose to be on some Dark shit
Rip apart shit an' start shit, until whenever I depart, bitch
The hard shit will leave yo' ass
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