Lyrics:
me brain
Til ain't no knowledge
Swap the brown for the chriss
Ain't have no guidance
Now I got the big head like I'm Yo Gotti
Watch she pop on the dick
a party goin down wiv Mr Big in da sky
We're the host wiv the most, yo, we're always on the wing
By your side, it's an angel ting
It's an angel ting, it's
(Air)
So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip)
Yo bitch caressing my hair (Yea)
Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick (Aye)
Fuck wit bitches by
Watch it
Move back away from him
Is he dead?
[Sigh]
He passed out on the sofa
Whoa!
[Pacewon]
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Light a blunt, get pumped
P-A-see-E
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 the waist
Eye position get melted by hot shit, he felt it
dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My man Skeet so
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And why'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., why'know
landscape property
House was hit by hurricane Fauni (Ayy)
Xan', lean, hit like Gene Gotti
Got girls touchin' on bodies
Got thrashed so good, it was gnarly
crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
would think I worked at Publix how I bag a nigga
Don’t know about me lil' buddy you better ask a nigga
Get ya information
Lil Haitian Gotti they won’t
a motherfuckin' mine
Aye, I step in this bitch and I clutch this weapon
I get paid by the second, I'm finna blow bitch I'm destined
They gotta pay me the way that
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
to New York City
[Cam'Ron]
Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from(word)
It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one
You'll get eight
Tell all yo homies bout it I'm the one they call silent
Stepping and repping on sight
Identity by itself be causing violence
I don't be tryna cause
Shutup yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You
might have to start packin now
Way too many John gottis not no more Pacquiaos
Niggas get a strap and start to think that they invincible
Bitch I'm from
side of Queens
We get the CREAM, laid up, love-love for dame
Cos I mean what I mean, I'm out to claim King
Doin my thing, do wild stakes my name'll reign
of Queens
We get the cream laid up love love for dame
'Cause I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim king
Doin my thing, do wild stakes my namell reign
Oh my God! Is that Based 9Side?
Aye
Yeah I seen yo' ass around 'Ion say nun'
You be comin' out the spot with your homegirls but I know you think
style tight like Gotti when I touch you
Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle
Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch
Cop
over the world just by staying true
You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late
But get some money 2 fold cause the game don't wait
[Chorus:
illegal alien one
Yo comin' up next is Tim Dog
Yo, Dog, eat them motherfuckers
Comin' at cha with a funky rhyme that'll sure nuff catch ya
Get fat, get
weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, I'm tired
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