Lyrics:
Started from the bottom we was trynna get our bands up
You ain't do shit for ya patna pick yo mans up
We was on our grind they could never understand
Yeah, uh, yo
No I'm not lettin y'all take me out the game
And no I ain't lettin y'all niggaz ruin my name - it's CRACK! [echoes]
... That's right,
Yeah, uh, yo
No I'm not lettin y'all take me out the game
And no I ain't lettin y'all niggaz ruin my name - it's CRACK! [echoes]
... That's right,
con niggas in the game today
Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie?
What if Sammie never ratted Gotti?
What if New York without Giuliani?
What if
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, I don't think they heard you, tell 'em again)
Game over
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
since seventeen
Hass got sixteen
How they take bro we was just into everything
Remember at sixteen
I told myself Ima get it by any means
And I got it
burn
Ballin like he in the league and signed a deal with David stern
Gotta eat off the plate u earned
Learn the game then teach the homies
Watch ya
broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up,
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
[Teddy]
y'all thought we was jokin', huh?
Beat is bomp
That's right, yeah
That beat is bomp, bomp bomp
Bomp bomp, yeah, uh huh
It's the G, yo
a better tomorrow
Coach, put me in the game
I'm for real, other peoples tryna to put me in them chains
Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame
We can
dealers
And cold hearted killers
Could it be it's in my blood
Cause my mom sold drugs?
She used to bust slugs and
Surround herself by thugs
Made mistakes by
[Da Franchise]
Uh, {chuckles}
Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck why'all niggaz thinking, man? Ain't no
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy-yippy-yeah, yippy-yah, yippy-yo
Like Deck said, this ain't your
Let's get this money, yeah, nigga. Uh
Yo, hey yo
Wallos is crisp, the duffle bag got a straight mill
Black Gotti's dice 'em off in the grill
Party
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more
Yo do the knowledge because it is good
Enough to over-stuff jumbo pack
Brother like Ason will never be attacked
A by a nigga couldn't figure how
fit through the peephole
Young nigga he fly as hell just like a seagull
I feel like John Gotti
I might catch a body
My niggas always doin' some shit
in a dark position
Death alley limo tinted
My niggas is cold as Christmas
Split yo water leave no witness
I use to sell chicken
I use to sell the dope
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