Lyrics:
It's midnight I'm smoking But you probably knew that
I'm high as a kite I ain't got shit to prove
I'm talkin my shit I'm the wrong one to shoot
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
Yo check it out.
Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace.
(Yo what up kid?)
From the... what, what, what team is that you play for
off, my wisdom wiser so I muster
Rows of all opposed, lows conquer all
Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear Def clothes
Dapper like Dan from,
off, my wisdom wiser so I muster
Rows of all opposed, lows conquer all
Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear Def clothes
Dapper like Dan from,
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
shoot nigga
The out come is the same
So what ya wanna do nigga
Leave you covered with the ooze
I ain't talking bout slime time
Must be Drunk off
shita (Bitch)
Special kinda nigga (Oh yeah)
Steppin' kinda nigga
I’ll get off on yo ass, don’t need no weapon kinda nigga (I don't need no weapon)
Took
sheets, ayy
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Flip phone same color as Yo Gotti teeth, ayy
(Skrrt, skrrt) soulja racks (Racks)
Hopping out the soulja coupe (Skrrt)
Talibans
Uhh, Straight off the back
I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle
Uhh, straight off the back
I come straight off my back with
A gun like I'm in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle
And sack and crack and crackle
missing
After i shoot i'm dipping off quick
I got a little bit of old school in me
So nigga don't tempt me
If you a real ass nigga stand the fuck up
If you
(woo)
I get it but fuck all that culture shit
Disrespect my dead homie, I'm poppin' off, battle over with
Try to shoot the nigga up, cut the nigga,
Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, stand still
Bottle you drop that ass off in a land fill
Son bless me with the iron, I got beef
With some
with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with
So you might get wrecked,
My foes get checked,
These hoes expect,
Versace,
Fuckin' everybody,
I'm off like Gotti,
Off tha Hennessey,
My
Ain’t had no time ta wait fa it had ta get in my duffle
Everything a nigga doin got it off my own muscle
1762s I got my hood in my blick
& on my neck cus
invest in myself that’s how it gotta be
When I die I gotta make sure all of my kids eat
Keep a white boy he higher than Wiz Khalifa be
Gotta hold yo head
at?
No, where yo' bitch at? Aye, Bro
Where my D’Usse at
Don't tell, I'ma shoot that
I'ma shoot that
Nigga come through letting off the shots
I'ma shoot
Designer on him all that Off white get you lined homie
SHOOT Neck and up Ouu back ‘em up
Shoot off his foot watch ‘em fuck it up
CIVIL WAR BABIES They
Yo, the saga begins, begin 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
yourself for nobody
When she act up
I just give her act right like I'm Yo Gotti
I swear to god I'm sacked up
Blitzing shit like we the packers
Niggas actors
you up like a sensei
Take you down like the statue at Penn State
Get you off your feet like an Olajuwon head fake
Come, come, comin' with Havoc
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