Lyrics:
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey want to see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
antlers
Cancerous cause I ain't got no time to play
When I ask you a question
Answer is the lie where you lay
Lay where you die
Never wake up die where you
ho
Had to cut yo girl off
She turned into a crazy ho
Yeah I'm on that bullshit, yeah
I keep a full clip
First nigga try me I'ma send
Him to the pulpit,
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
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
don't stop for a breather
Turn a rap aethesist into a Def Squad believer
Yo Keith Murray can't be touched
Plus girls jump in my flow like double dutch
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
Ima boss nigga feel like Yo gotti
Got the glock feigning it need mo bodies
Feel like the realest nigga in the city
Nobody fucking wit me
New whip
it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't perpetrates
I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate
Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat
Got so much dough I
con niggas in the game today
Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie?
What if Sammie never ratted Gotti?
What if New York without Giuliani?
What if
worry, he worry about the next dude
It shorten important time that's past due
I'm scoring, scoring finally broke through
Adoring this foreign girl from
things 'til the very end, you better get yours
Time is runnin' out
Your streets is gettin' smaller as we speak
Giuliani turns these lights on so niggas
word, nigga, that's my word (word)
Yo Gotti (word)
I got a car (yeah), that bitch a classic (ayy)
White on red, inside out, that bitch nasty (ugh)
word, nigga, that's my word (word)
Yo Gotti (word)
I got a car (yeah), that bitch a classic (ayy)
White on red, inside out, that bitch nasty (ugh)
a gangsta nigga, kurupt young gotti
Me and gonzoe and capone, with a chrome
And a bone with a zone fucked up gettin blown (yeah)
Chorus:
[don't it feel good
wastin' your time
You know I'm not wastin' your time
These other niggas is lame
Tell them to stay out the way
You know you cannot be replaced
By nobody
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
"1008 degrees
Hottest shit nigga in the streets
Hands down
This what they been waiting on
Yeah
For times that I was fucked up
I done ran my bucks up
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' always (Yeah)
They lock me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend
Now
since my dad left ya I'm poppin
Took some time off but now a young bull droppin
Talk to me crazy or don't talk to me I got it Lord
Lookin like Gotti
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