Lyrics:
Memphis Bleek
Catch me with them green jars in the tinted jeep
On, B-L-A-D's I get C-L-A-P's
Catch me not givin' a fuck I'm on these LA Trees
One for
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
nigga not played,
(Bottom line niggas) and Cleveland in yo' face, And nigga we rollin' with
the Ruthless in the nine, For the pain for the gain, For
y'all, there was money on the table with the bricks
I was walkin' to the bathroom to take a shit
Then I heard my dogs barkin', there's some noise by
Good evening
You could be anywhere in the world right now
But you're right here with me
Nah this ain't no movie
This is real life
Gotti I got this
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 navigate
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
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
a crime, while in the blind of a flyin' saucer
Unidentified object, and dead of the night walkin'
Y'all parkin' I'm sparkin', hard to talk from a coffin'
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
[Intro - Memphis Bleek]
Uh (uh) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Know what it sound like
(It's the Roc nigga)
Heard
Got-ti motherfucker
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up
This might give you a heart attack
It's real
they found me)
Was fuckin' with cocaine, way before I met Yo Gotti (way before I met Yo Gotti)
This street shit in my veins, a quarter-million can't
I'm in the burbs But I still walk thru and ask A nigga what the word
I'll smack one of these niggas then I stand in yo face
Trip one of these niggas
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that ass
From Memphis Tenn, around the world and then back again
Make non-rappin' weak MC's go home practicing
I flip
Gettin' drunk, writin rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
Cause ain't nothin' changed but the size of the bottles
We still rock the shows with a Rollo-ass
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
and bake shake and)
They in my views yeah they watching
(yeah they watching)
I'm serving white like gotti
( Servin white like I'm)
oohhh, I know they can't
yo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm
yo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes
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