Lyrics:
the wack, who tryin to bite my style
Take yo ass to da old school
And part your fuckin' eyebrows
I comin' through to
About to get set
So act like WU
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
[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
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
Sippin' on the mud, no money And I can do this by myself
Smokin' on the bud, no buddy I smoke from the top of the shelf
Showin' fake love, they don't
by any means it ain’t no question just know I got it
Whether we trapping or we out robbing
Know what I bang don’t tell me what’s poppin
Niggas tryna
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo
I'm with, yo we don't give a fuck
So what the fuck nigga
Yo we don't give a fuck
Surrounded by sounds, smoking clouds
No spaces
Unfamiliar faces, I
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
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
Play this at the party just to get it started
Play this at the party just to get it poppin
Play this at the party just to get it started
Play this
on yo lips girl yeah you poppin’
A freak up in them sheets she the want the 9 in
Let’s stack this money up girl yeah lets pile it
Girl anything you want
I go by cola no soda I thought I told yaaaaa
Bitch I'm Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang Ha!
Man I lost my miiiiiiind
Guess who's back in this bitch
To take over this mutha f**kin club?
(Hahahaha)
[chorus:]
I like it when she stompin' poppin'
Ghetto droppin'
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Just Enough to get to get by
Now the people maad as fuck you wonder why
Now you in the corner stuck me oh my
If it’s in yo eye then you gotta try
I
beside me
7's all over my body
Are these rappers even rappers
Or photographers
Cause they be sending shots
Like paparazzi
Sosii go stupid
I am yo, Gotti
proper, the build
The pocket is filled
Stop jockin the skill, you cant get a deal
Writin corny ass lyrics that nobody feels
Dough, Yo Gotti, the X
watch a nigga scat
Pink panther poppin pink like a pepto biz
Don't imitate and try to take like a clepto kid
Smoke the blunt got a good high, call it
and hit yo target
Big money eem I got it don't gotta bargain
Drugs been hittin harder cus niggas been outhea starvin
From the dirty streets of Charlotte
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