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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
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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
wyryte na bitach zwroty
Zdobywam przyłożenie Touchdown niczym Yo Gotti
To krzyczane wokale to wokale na screw
Poczuj się jak w Memphis Brożas Buczer this
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
Laying low like its a hunt just so we don't cross winds
Like why hide knew you was a phony by ya scent
Took some time vent this instrumental won't end
I
(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
Born in the belly of the beast who would think
Little me would be lucky as the forth clover leaf
Black wolf tryna move through a herd full of sheep
can't stay here
Kicked me out in October
Perfect time of year
Happy chappy
No toxic atmosphere
Still am full of cheer
Said get me another beer
Handled so
This instrumental reminds me of…
This instrumental reminds me of…
It reminds me of Sing About Me by Mr. Lamar
It sort of sounds like a funeral
But it
Right beside him got a baddie with a thong full of cash
Now he’s feelin’ kinda horny slap his ice on her ass
Then smoke a blunt right by the fire while
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt-skrrt)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt)
QC murder ain't no Gotti (QC)
Shh, don't tell nobody (ayy)
We ain't tryna rob, that's just
in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
Yeah yo yo yo I'm the type to sneak into your dorm and get shit warm
I'm the type to spit on microphones and leave em deformed
Babu cuts into Alchemist
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
in sauce
Full garage and I need it with the Maserati
Ready to bomb if it kill me fuck it Kamikaze
Mobbing Gotti's but first we gotta do it smooth
Ready
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
Wyclef talking:
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
Wake up everybody Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
bring the heat.
instrumental by: G.U.S. - “22ndCentury”
written by: R.PsYCh WiTtiD
HOOK
OOOOOHHH RAH
[RAH RAH RAH]
ITS DOOO
OR DIE [DIE DIE DIE]
WE ARE THE FEW
[I SAID]
WE
to Gotti Yo
Tryna get rich, no Roddy, shout to Roddy tho
Any negativy im throwin out the window
Keep my knots fat, an thats word to Carl Winslow
Floatin
yeah
Real shit, all my thug niggas
Big Pre, Big Chaz, motherfuckin black hands
Check it
[Verse 1]
For the first time in my life, I feel the love from my
a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
Yo, when you hear me spit
Ion want your pity on the life I live
A lot has been discovered since i grew from a kid
And im still constantly learning
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