Lyrics:
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (I'm Yo Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men
holla at yo' peoples nigga..
[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow'
Like
cool
Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin'
Making movies, we'll make a movie about this shit after it happened
All that yappin', that
desolate, the eyes of the hood yo is desperate
Affected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard
Either get by or get God, but you try to get by
It's
homies, Skeme!
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That nigga duke just moved an ounce of yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the payroll
I even
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit 'Loose Change'.
An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide
this day still
Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature
If Hell awaits a, nigga, I'm comin with the razors
Still flashin ya shit, try to pass
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
Yo I park where da crack at
Heads by packs at
Down in Philly
Where my niggas roll crabs at
Pack gats at
Run up in a label
Take a nigga ass cap
the streets of my city block in my damn hood
where niggas take your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified me and Flo Rida remain hood
betta state yo
Ball]
Look, you niggaz play too much mayne
You need to pump yo' brakes
Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes
Right in my face caught
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
A bad influence? Yo I don't know
But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go
Yeah
Like yo Gotti throw a whole party of females
The narcotics gave proactive that Fiend feel
Like John Gotti my crime family a big deal
Nigga I still
spar with me
If you take two to the head, by mistake, pardon me
Payback's a bitch, ain't it?
That's why I don't talk to niggas I'm good, I ain't
they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife
[Chorus: Havoc]
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know
niggas keep talkin'
All you high paid niggas stay fly
I'ma slide left, fly right on by
I'ma do it on the boulevard
Fast bitches, fast cars and stars
MoXs on the Howard J G
[Master P]
And y'all other niggas that's still livin
That want to be a hero but can't be givin
Yo life up for these
Walk into yo’ house and will
Leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West
Where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will
Kill ya
do) Dog niggas (want a honey wit class?)
(Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)
Uh, uh
Hey yo, who would ever think that the two would
shop with yo rocks
'cause still all dogg go to heaven
From my hood to your hood
Game reconize it's all to the good
So here's a toast to the indo
Doing it
do) Dog niggas (want a honey wit class?)
(Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)
Uh, uh
Hey yo, who would ever think that the two would
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