Lyrics:
Full moon risin' over Atlanta
And I'm fourteen stories high
Lookin' down on a street full of people
Just like bees in a hive
Lord sometimes I
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album,
sit up in the back
Say nigga, there go them niggas right there cuz
Where nigga?
Across the street loc
Man I told these niggas the last time
They
in the mother fucking house
Know what I'm sayin'?
Unh, come on
I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork
Shuttin' down underground streets
and key it
I tell him to bring me my money then beat it
Get a nigga back to the streets, aye
Ask your man not me, aye
Only see him when its time to eat,
I don't walk, I stalk, living foul like pork
Shutting down underground streets of New York
Hawk is what the niggas call me, 'cause they all be
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
Digging
6feet In her ground
All this money
Like a bank
Doing shit
He wish he can't
I go by Gotti
Riding in a Maserati
Pimpin call me Scotty
Blow
and
Every time I see her I just listen like yo gotti cuz
I just wanna show you love nothing else It's true
I just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
you
Got me turned off completely by that sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump yo' aim, straight through them spandex, don't front
Just name, spots
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
Yo, Scatter (eeh)
Shotta nuh chat and nuh choppa (never)
You know it's Kartel (who?)
Timeless
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Hear me a seh nuh, Mad Dog (weh
I tell my hoes, "Rake it up," like Yo Gotti
I do my thing and I fuck up a party
Niggas that hate, they gonna wanna say "Sorry"
Free my guys, I
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
What's the story, Mr. Blue?
Did she pull the rug from under you?
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door?
I could
Dillinger drillin' ya for ya shit
On the streets for the sixth time in & out for the crime
I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars & dimes
I'm
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
Baddest nigga on the low, defecatin' with rhymes
Breakin' your spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to worry
I'm a bury the bullshit
Feel my full
Mega you want to be a gangsta? There's real gangsta
Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind
Where you be at man? Niggas be bucking
come in peace
[Guru] But still yo, I come from the streets
[Verse Two: Snoop Dogg]
This one's for my sons and my lil' daughter
Peace to JMJ and my
They say I died like 20 times
But I'm still here
Question me for 20 crimes
But I never squealed
They say my past fucked up
I say you dissin' nigga
baby
Walkin' up an down the street
You walk by me, smilin'
Act like you don't wanna speak
But I, Iittle girl
I've got tired of your low down,
Yeah, Money Mos
Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yo Gotti you ready?
Yeah, I am
L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some
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