Lyrics:
the collar at?
Then you follow that nigga (Ohh, fake drama)
Callin me included, of the zeros
The three comas
Where's it soundin like Gotti like
Press they not
Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips
These are the only child blues
The only child blues
The only child who? yo yo yo
Back once again, hello it's yo' favorite mellow schizo
The pavement
buffeting
Give yo' ass that body work nigga we spraying
Ride wit three K's and I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade, nigga so quit playing
It's
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
the plug have to use a couple dollies
You used to be a boss I'm used to being Gotti
Six blunts three percs and some juice for me and Gotti
Never going broke
[Intro: Big Moe]
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side
greedy with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor
And plays him for bitch, every time he's with his click
He saw him up the streets, through the jeep passenger door
Looking sweet three deep, by the 24 store
[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
world and evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like around the way cops the average pitstop
QB City, Godfather Pt III
Gotti, Gambino, and Ty Nitty
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
One crime, two crimes, I do it all the time
I'm talkin' all da crimes, boy, I'm goin' off fa mine
Three crimes, four crimes, I go to war fa mine
when I blow down
Baby told me hit it from the back nigga go rounds
3 minutes condom on yo flo I'm at the door now
I had to go and I ain't even have no
the death I was sellin'
and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
if I didn't
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
[Cam'Ron]
Yo, there's a war going on outside no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet
Threw switches on this blick
But, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Be discrete an keep yo' distance
When it get greasy you can't fix it
Don't be
night long
"All night long"
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot
then evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop
QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface
with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor until
though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all
Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all
Chorus
Verse Three: Sheek Luchion
Yo, hard as it is
And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over
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