Lyrics:
Greyhound
Just me hittin like a beat from Dr. Dre, out
I'll be waiting on you (I'll be waiting)
I'll be waiting on you (I'ma be right here, for you ba-by
the money and run
I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in front of your son
If you ain't got Missy and Meth
Want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your
Yeah, yeah, ha ha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggas is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real!
the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy
Hey yo I come through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin'
Bangin' that gangsta music
Dippin' with my forty-five
You niggas gon' make me lose it
Fuckin' with a Dogg Pound nigga for life, yeah
For life,
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now, ahah!
King amongst kings! It's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'
To bring
IRV GOTTI:
Dear Lord, I come to You a humble man
Asking Your forgiveness for all my sins that I've committed throughout my life
And Lord, I ask
to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like
niggas want to imitate us
Cause all we wanna do is put the g right back in you
Yeah worry about your muthafuckin punk ass crew
And we keeps it gangsta
Ya
Aye you know this The Art of Hustle
On this album nigga, it's all about the laws, it's all about the rules, the shit that mean shit
So today
baby) You don't
Need no motherfuckin' bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right nigga
Keep your game tight
Play right play by
Ruff Ryders, you got a problem come find us
Hop up like the sand now right behind ya
Like where the cheese bitch fuck lasagna
Pair of shoes size bags,
stop
Ya mash on the gas roll right by they ass
Slap Dresta in the dash yeah,
Hook:
guaranteed to hear something sweet uh,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha
the highest clientele
You and you, I give a fuck how the pussy smell
Heads to tails, the bitch bail with limp
With a hell of a limp, see on that gangsta tip
Yeah niggas, yeah
Uhh, that's what I'm talkin ?bout right here niggas
That's what I'm talkin ?bout right here gotti
This what I needed, nigga
the highest clientele
You and you, I give a fuck how the pussy smell
Heads to tails, the bitch bail with limp
With a hell of a limp, see on that gangsta tip
at the right price
Bitch you think you high class, you ain't worth a third of a nigga
Ya man is gangsta, but we ain't never heard of the nigga
Shit hit
a dumpster some where
'Cause them south side east side gangstas don't care
Nigga I would, fool you don't {know you don't}
He fuckin' with no niggas
you out your motherfucking mind
You could see the shit I'm doing, if you was blind
Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine
[Yo Gotti]
What am I to do
The same hoes
The same hoes
Me and Justin Bieber fuck the same hoes
Me and Snoop Dogg, we fuck the same hoes
Me and Yo Gotti fuck the same hoes
The same
Talkin' that drive-by shit
Everybody talkin' that gangsta shit
Talkin that drive-by shit
Everybody talking that gangsta shit
Slaves to the rhythm
right there
N-O-B-L-E, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
We bubble with ease, and I double my cheese
I got niggas out in Compton that'll find yo' ass
I got niggas out in
Niggas paper so long
So if you want me, get me , got me
But now they call me Snoop Gotti
They call him Snoop Capone
Should of had shot him
And that's
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
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