Lyrics:
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
That's s a Bugatti (that's a bu whaa?) whoo
I'm feeling like gotti (I'm feeling like whoo) Oh
I feel like Gotti (yeah) Oh
A rebel no rowdy (woah)
I pass
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo cuz) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone put
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
DJ motherfucking LA
Nice
Chea Chea
Cold summer bringing in the heat (Turn up my headphones)
Cold summer bringing heat in the winter (Get ya papers
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
seat recline
She ain't in my range, so I gotta dog her
Call me rover four leaf clover
I get lucky with yo bitch and then it's over
Cold shoulder
I got
Yo JT tell her to give me a 7 UP man
Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe
Man that show was liver than a motherfucker
the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
spin da gush and da velo
I only tush with labelo
Trapping trapping
like I hopped out da bando
Yo am start with a similie
AP AP what you really need
Yo I gotta back ache stomach ache diarrhea vomiting
Cold feet runny nose head ache insomnia
Cranky moody burpin' while I'm cursin'
Baby
Fast lanin, but the car flipped
I'm not gonna lie to ya, cause I don't lie
I just kick thick game, some people say: why?
Cause I'm back on the block,
to get some coney dogs from Lipumas
In Rochester walking up Main St. with my shooters
We out the zoo
Gorillas clothed by Black Sheep
Y'all niggas weak
I
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
I don't give a fuck about the nigga sellin' crack
All I know, he better put some back
Robbin' the community, yo that's whack
You robbin' a Benz?
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that,
cut the cheese
Ain't no rules to the game, if it is we ain't playin'
In your business like EPMD, "So What Cha Sayin'"
You co-signin that bullshit yo
really is
Built pyramids, ground up from the streets
It's that Q talk serious
Yo, see I'm a student of a game how I pay attention
You so poor that
scream
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes
I
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
C'mon, you know it, you know it
You know it, you know it (tell them
to Gotti Yo
Tryna get rich, no Roddy, shout to Roddy tho
Any negativy im throwin out the window
Keep my knots fat, an thats word to Carl Winslow
Floatin
you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John
Yo, Yo
Gansta, Gansta
Gansta Yo
That's Right
Journey Through the life of some real niggas
Some real niggas, You'll never see what I've seen
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