Lyrics:
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Suckin' me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honey dips
Likin' the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip
Shakin' that ass for
and dipping
I'm feeling mighty good, I'm crawling down slow
On tippity toe, Mo-Yo blazing a four
Uh, ain't got no braids, I keeps the bald fade
From the cradle
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
on the truth
You gon' see all 'em roaches scatter
Man, I'm worlds away from all you pions
Smokin' dope on Saturn (Whoa)
Stack it and go
Back for some mo' (Ha)
In
with clarity
(Black, yo) , mo' charity, it's a par
When it's business
I ain't gotta put on with anyone
I'm here to make money, ask anyone
Think of us
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
I put in work
I'm 'bout my green like an elf
(Elf)
I know the struggle
I know about havin' no help
(Help)
They say mo' money mo' problems
I need
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
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
(Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Blackchild what up?
I'd like to welcome all my niggas
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout
homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa
Don't even speak to me dawg, if you ain't a real nigga
Them
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
Da ha da ha ha ha ha ha
Da ha ha ha da ha ha ha ha ha
It was '87 crack money was "Ghetto Heaven"
Niggas gettin' it
Every block rise to perfection
like the love coming from the blocky
I don't feel nobody
I don't feel nobody
I'm like who are you
I don't know yo like Gotti
I don't feel nobody
I do
heaven
[Chorus x2: DJ Rogers & Puff]
What young thugs do for money
What young thugs do for money
[La the Darkman]
Yo, niggaz
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
yo bitch to remember my face
Superman I'll save da day holdup wait I need my cape
I do dis shit on a daily base pistol on me yea dats my ace
Money good
[Verse 1 - Turk] look, look, look I done told you once and I'm not gon say it no mo' Stuntin in front them hoes sayin what you gon through Now nigga,
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
G, and Drezz
Stack my money and have some kids
Gotti did just what it is
Cmg a hundred years
Day's been cold, just like my wrist
I'll be used
time is 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
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