Lyrics:
that's another dead feline
I told lil baby we gone need some space we gone be fine
Concrete baby I was raise by the street sign
Nigga if you really was ya
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
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
[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
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out
Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get
niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
my last time speakin' on this shit, man
What my boy say?
CM who? CMF, Cocaine Musik Faggots
Neck full of water, water (Water), wrist full of water,
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
yo gotti
No coi Leray don't invite me to noo parties
These niggas think they kno me you don't know bout me
I'm 1 of 1 i don't compare to nobody
Yea we
body after body and our mayor Guiliani
ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
My daughter use a potty so she's older now
Educated street
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over
these delusion
But you can't break my passion
In Christ I hide please CAUTION!
I gotti Holy-Ghost in my body
And God blessed me full of money
You see me
to raise my children
Top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
Nigga Meek Milly, counted my first million
That's when my whole life changed, I pledge allegiance
Gotta hustle the block and get this doe (y'all don't see where I'm coming from)
So I can say I made it (Gotti)
That's how it is growing up on a street
to get a bag and never make it back home
Bulletproof truck, I'm full time rapping
I wasn't living like this when I was still trapping
Son seen me shed
Yo he got 'em done
Nobody to run to, what succumb to
My nigga just wanted to eat
Now he hunted on the street
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
Yeah
run you around
Since I was young I grew
Up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta
In the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
I do this sh*t i do this ugh
I do this sh*t for my gang
I started out with 1 chain
Now i give chains to the streets
I did my thing in the streets
Aye who them niggas over there looking all cfrazy man?!
Yo Polo What the fuck aye go pull over there man
aye aye skurt (gunfire)
Like John gotti I
Ten million dollars later I'm a blessing, nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing, nigga
Glock-40, Smith & Wesson, nigga
Streets will never ever
hit
Send my yougin's for to break in your crib
I pay 'em double, just send me the bricks
Shooter like Scottie I ain't talkin' Yo Gotti
That white
Who tha Who tha realist
Who tha realist
Who tha realist
Who tha realist
It might be me
I might be a problem
Just Like John Gotti
If I had it probably
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
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