Lyrics:
the projects
Foot soldiers by thousands
Motha fuckaz can't get in
With out an appointment
If you finna try
Best holla at my lawyer
Death before dishonor
You know
the projects
Foot soldiers by thousands
Can't get in
With out an appointment
If you finna try
Best holla at my lawyer
Death before dishonor
You know my stiiz
Jot
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
Watch me
Jigga-man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon
You gotta, pop that
with hell of heat exposed
The S.C. script have a design to serve anydody
Yeah, West Coast is more feared than John Gotti
Chorus...
So what you gon' do
the rest be silicone
To each is own, beats keep it authentic
Baggin bodies wit it, Gangsta chick!
[Irv Gotti: talking (Vita)]
Yeah that's right Gangsta
get it all in her, lean down whisper, "Is you gon' cum for me?"
She was faithful 'til she met a gangsta, I brought her habits back
Standin' over yo
man couldn't see a thing it was bright as atomic bombs
Then he heard a voice what's up with all the persecution
Yo my name J and you don't know just
You aint just hear about what happened to Dolph
Yo Gotti
I'm knockin all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick young nigga ill
All of my niggas united
when it comes to being gangsta's to they selves.
They want to be Corleone, Luigi or Gambino or Gotti
Or whatever the fuck that is, who people don't even
a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'
Don't
a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'
Don't
(Uh hahaha)
Huh (yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
How you like it, though?
He's a shotta (yeah)
He's a robber (yeah)
He's a trapper
the 9 (The 9)
You cannot step with the guys (With the guys)
Try to step, leave yo' ass in the sky
(In the sky)
I like to flex when I'm fried (Fried)
Try
what you done heard 'bout Atlanta
We finna break the standards, rubber bands instead of platinum
I'm a hustler, not a rapper
We gangstas, y'all some
caterpillar
Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see your sound language
Sell
a gangsta!
All the chicks waivin' hi when you ridin by
God damn playa I love being a gangsta!
And when you roll they all want to roll
God damn playa I love
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
motion in ocean I feel like john gotti
Woah I'm chasing this money a passion a hobby
I fuck yo bitch in my crocs boy you looking like scotty
Hold up I beat
you slick dissin' but that shit lame
All that make believe rappin' about cocaine
Don't play with me Ho Gotti you a hoe mane
You went from my biggest
She's a gangsta
You know she would
Try to hide it by looking good
Roll behind you're back she could and stood a female
Hood
She's the pretty in
ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
This bitch is sold out (4x)
[Verse 1]
This Yo Gotti
Mic check 1, 2
I love you
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