Lyrics:
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
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
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
Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect
Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat
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
die-ie
Oh, oh, all my life, yeah
Is in His hands, so I don't stress, I pray and strategize
Yo, flushed the work just in time and they raided
Thank
die-ie
Oh, my life
Is in His hands, so I don't stress, I pray and strategize
Yo, flushed the work just in time and they raided
Thank God (thank God)
Yo, M-O-B-B D-E-E-P motherfucker, word up
Q-borough, mad thorough
All my live niggas, check it, check it
Nobody close to they toes, so chill
Nobody
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
Nine o' nine on mine
Run my city full time
In my city full time
And on the grind full time
Nine o' nine on mine
Run my city full time
In my city
300 deep
I say it 300 times
We what the streets wanna see
Feel like 300 Spartans
Stomping with 600 feet
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
therapeutic
Got no time to think about it yo just go and do it
Matter fact just keep it booming
Run it back they goin stupid
Gimme dat no autotuning
Hit them up
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Nigga U not ( U Not)
Paul walker Living life 2 fast 2 furious
Think u can hang U can’t be serious
Turn yo bitch into my backpack
Cuz she was curious
Yeah)
Ima hardbody
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I just gotta keep a gun by me
Swear to god Nîgga love violence
Send a hit like I'm John gotti
Gotta feeling ima
thinkin' 'bout it
Yo, yo
I'm Yo Gotti, I normally don't talk a lot
I open the door and she walkin' out
A couple of things you should figure out (what
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,
These are the only child blues
The only child blues
The only child who? yo yo yo
Back once again, hello it's yo' favorite mellow schizo
The pavement
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