Lyrics:
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
get mine
You cannot blind me, addicted to a life of crime (hmm)
My time as shorty was full of car chases (woo)
While runnin' with John Gotti's
blind me addicted to
A life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While runnin' with John
Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don
how much you want
How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
One scoop or two (Yeah)
Sweet, sweet love
When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
how much you want
How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
One scoop or two (Yeah)
Sweet, sweet love
When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
thinkin' 'bout it
Yo, yo
I'm Yo Gotti, I normally don't talk a lot
I open the door and she walkin' out
A couple of things you should figure out (what
smiling like a thief
I got yo find my own God
Homie ain't no peace
I listen to my forefathers
The real True G's
Criminal mind I'm street smart
I'm Nimrod
"1008 degrees
Hottest shit nigga in the streets
Hands down
This what they been waiting on
Yeah
For times that I was fucked up
I done ran my bucks up
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me
on the streets
No gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
Ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
You 'bout to die thug!
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
known that I don't play
It doesn't matter who is after me I gotta get paid
And I'm a get it how I know to get it today
A by-product of the church I guess
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
truck and pop ya
Midnight opera over the wheels
Slug body marks and pop up
Yo, seem like y'all niggas ain't never gon' learn
Either you hitting
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
Ahh
Push Keyz
Ahh (That's because I came up in the trenches)
Push Keyz (I got outta that state of depression)
Yo, Product of the street I was taught
while they racing,
and the ones at the finish line take yo high down say
good by now the ones i want done can get tied down
never told a fib why would i
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
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
tell it's a drug the way the streets paying
I got the cheapest quarter pieces and you can tell I'm a dboy by my sneakers C.O.C
Chorus
Motherfuckers
survival was my instinct I could only be so wrong
I see the bigger picture, but if painted it'd be wrong
I chose to be myself yo I'm a product of my destiny
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