Lyrics:
Ay you know what time it is nigga
Aw yeah it's cookin' time homeboy
Chea, I'm Yo Gotti
I got 36 ounces, fish scale uncut
Newspaper on the floor
I got it, come on nigga
Oh, Oh
Yeah, yo
Yeah, get nigga
Redman got fire nigga
Shots are in your hood when I'm high nigga
Shots of Cuervo
All along, been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs
Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads
And we hustle in the cold 'til
kicking in yo doe,
Mouths closed, you neva told,
They took yo kids,
You sold yo soul,
Anything for Michael kos
Now hood niggas call you trix,
Cause you
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
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
shit will get yo ass laid out
I'm Clark Kent
Under dark tint
But you can call me
[Chorus]
Superman
It's a bird, it's a plane
Naw nigga, it's
shit will get yo ass laid out
I'm Clark Kent
Under dark tint
But you can call me
[Chorus]
Superman
It's a bird, it's a plane
Naw nigga, it's
Yeah, Money Mos
Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yo Gotti you ready?
Yeah, I am
L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
Ya Hood Up
When you out at the club
Surrounded by thugs, bouncing the Dub, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you ain't in yo hood
Right when them bitch niggas
whippin up bricks
Then having to sell it to yo cousin nigga
You don't know the hustle
Niggas is not like that
You gon live in the hood
You gon die in
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
Yea, Gotti Montana
Real nigga, I'mma die a real nigga
I'mma die a real nigga
I'mma die a real nigga, I'mma die a real nigga,
I'mma die a real nigga
bear
I'm smokin gas you can't hear me clear
All eyes on me i'm 2 pac
Niggas gettin harrased by the cops fuck the police
Police pull up at every block
She
fuck a bitch I gank with my dick
A young nigga from the hood it's all good
When I represent my city, I'm suckin on a bitch titty
And red alazay
strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my mind on a place to hide from police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot a jake
niggas from the other side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters, greet em with the hollow tips
Flip 'em like the Gotti clip my crew shift the body
Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh
Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo...
(verse one) {:28}
Where i'm from kids get it
shit early when niggas killed my daddy
AR by my underarm, done caught me one, shawty
They labeled me the Dapper Don just like Jon Gotti
Sometimes
flip shit with bitches that ride all day
And niggas that get head, on the highway
And niggas hating
To see Satin
Or be played
I'm gon' tell yo
got ya
Need 2 get back on yo feet; nigga I got ya
I break bread wit tha team; nigga I got ya
Real niggas (I got ya); My hood (I got ya)
My nigga (I got
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