Lyrics:
the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising' death couldn't hold me back
Alpha stocks, I keep rising.... yo C. Laney
Catch ya lying, yo C. Laney,
plentiful
Tested by the wise yes bitch I'm fool proof
Projecting my demise
Bullet proof vest
In the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising'
Death
man couldn't see a thing it was bright as atomic bombs
Then he heard a voice what's up with all the persecution
Yo my name J and you don't know just
if we on camera
I'm fucking yo bitch even tho I can't stand her
Tony Montana tony Montana
I come to make noise write it in my day planner
I put that
and Star baby pah
Def Squad be the best by far
I rock New York then Motown like
Yup, my name rings bells, bells
This year I'm confident so yo homes watch
girls wanna give it up (Yeah) wanna give it up (Yeah)
Middle Eastern girls wanna give it up (Yeah) wanna give it up (Yeah)
Now I be, in the club
nigga dirty black, that's what I call the
gat
Shell sheezie, ask my nigga be Neezie
Big Man, Big Champ, Big Hurt, don't make them killers go
only smoke Marley Know you could die if you speak on Jelani
Top Tier my label I feel like yo gotti He could put on my shoes but they only fit me
You
Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his frame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
Cuz the flow is
can't touch me i'm the best
I could never be mad i'm too blessed
Yaknoo i'm popping but i ain't no sucka
Yo man on my tip i hate that lame ass busta
I
Pronounced un-cuffed with the hoofs pound
I'm Kurupt, Young Gotti, the Headless Horseman
I'm the one that started off extortion
Contortion began to spread
You can never idol someone that was made by god
Drink up for summer
Drink up for winter
Ask Santa for tequila when its December
Ride for my niggas
quicker then punts
Im sick of you punks
Cock it back now Im upset
Yo' niggas next
Im blowing smoke outta ya chest when it connect
Creepin like insects
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
addition
I subtracted fear now the money no longer missing
Get rid of the middle man causing the long division
And unify the people see it's really a bigger
the brittle
Parable, double dribble, at the top still in the middle
Beats they getting bodied silenced by all this violence
John Doe with the Gotti they know,
Yo Gotti
Know yo thotti
Niggas dats da LAW
All yo dawgs say dey dawgs
Till dey get da paws
Elevate hella strait
We don't hesitate
medicate
off in the west set
Had a baby girl by some dude
I used to hear second-hand from her brethren
That the youth was vexed, "yo kardinal I need food"
I
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
I'ma pull yo car, for actin' hard,
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
left by his mans
That's fucked up
Can't fuck with a lot of niggas
Know them killers
Better hit them niggas
They don't show they flaws
But swear they
Man, you niggas need to see this
S.T.L. is where we stay, in the middle, no coast
Lyrics boastin' with flava (what up Mo?)
I'm just your neighbor,
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
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