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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
Yeah, I know people who would've had their family all wiped out They don't tell lies and, and rat That's, that's on page number one (Gotti) It's
Yeah Live from the bottom of the map With the buddah burning heavy By the bottle of the jack I been working daily man I never get a pass So I gotta
get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot 'Cause bitch made niggaz get fucked like a ho But be outta work like that nigga Arsenio 'Cause niggaz be talkin'
too late) Push the button, 'cause I'ma get Pass me a SCUD missile, so I can bomb the land Yo Pras (what?) Yo Pras (what?) Some start to wonder
What's all the noise about? Have some respect shut the fuck up Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
ass, we ran right through it You out acting like yo' shit be tight Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright Get the fuck out my site, I
been small It done get smaller Work too hard Ima play harder Bigger than a king Im bigger than I though tho Jumped out my dreams Into my life yo Dressed
my scale, I play that trap shit Bump Yo Gotti When I'm working my scale, I play that trap shit Bump Young Yeezy When I'm working my scale, I play that
Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno We know Tarantino a killer But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck
down your state, go, get yo' guns We, we came to fight It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite Get your work up, get your work up Get
his ass, we ran right through it You out actin like yo' shit be tight Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright Get the fuck out my site, I
proper And enough for one key I See seventy thousand dollas Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint I bet with Yo Gotti He hit five straight points We
Employee of the Month, cause yo, I do work The K-A-N-E is on the J-O-B An expert, cause I get it D-O-N-E So lights, camera, action - all hail the one!
them hard times This come with the gang life I really had to work for the shit I want Had to grind for the shit I need I done made it out them
and Jon B but bitch I was raised by the Gotti, Ashanti, So bodies on me Yeah I’m the papa OG, and you snotty nose, vamanos, rapido please Pour me coqui
on) From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...) Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned In the back and we packin on all who
happy when he happy But, he actin', he ain't happy where he at I think it's time to work, work, on you Time to work, work on you, work, work on you)
yo, hey yo I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it up, I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it up, I like the way you
ya, put them hookers to work He want to save the hoe, so he took her to church Bitches slangin', lootin', hookin', recruitin' Work the credit cards,
What's all the noise about? Have some respect shut the fuck up Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
a party ahk Fuck a cop catch a body call it body rock Blowing sticky on my grizzy call it milli rock Mind yo bizzy before I smoke you like extended glocs
Already bitch Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga Get on yo' money motherfucker It's really goin down in the South Sweet Jones biatch! (Uh)
there?) Yo, hey yo [Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman] Get up, stand up - throw your hands up All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up Get up, stand
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