Lyrics:
Noble Da Genius Verse
Grew Up Keeping it G code
Keeping Da street code
Ima a gangsta slash geek I was never Emo
Where the beat goes I go beast mode
the L the G are A P letters"
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched)
Rougher than Gotti in tone
Got a body harder than Flintstone
Your girl got her
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
it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't perpetrates
I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate
Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat
Got so much dough I
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
the stage
MF That's a show body
She ain't got a real job
All she do is show body
Spin the murder inc
Dj call up irv gotti
Pull up to yo bitch house
Hi nice
Bitch niggas want to know if its true
Yo tell these motherfuckers who they listening to
Verse 3 (Feddie Demarco)
This ain't no Feddie Wapp, nigga I'm
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
need your body
I talk about that ass coz bitch yo gotti
Tell her say my name she call me daddy
Teller number nine will suck your D
A little kush and coke
coming soon
I flip the shit like Pacino and
It's your Dog Day Afternoon attica Attica
Drug agents you bring your static-a
My alphabet will slash that
Neck
life and a better roof
You don’t understand prolly cause yo life been bulletproof
Feelin like I’m gotti I might go n cop a rarri
All black in Versace
bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe,
And that's rea
Ooh yeah yay, Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it, yeah
Shawty ride or die here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do
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
Laughter ceases after masterpieces slash your thesis
Questioning my passion is like asking Jesus if the crucifixion hurt
Flirting with ears, but
about shit
Fuck with the cult and we splitting yo wig
Keep a razor tucked, fuck bobbing and weaving
Death by the bundle, have ya people grieving
Going
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
Rolling up
Getting high
Smoking weed
Help me get by
Three A.M can't sleep
Now I'm up
Should I roll me
A joint
Should I roll me
Blunt
Lemon haze
to take yo damn life
Just one slash it's night night
I ain't even gotta try
Stacking these bodies on bodies
All of yo homies they dead, dead, dead
Body bag
[Verse One: Ras Kass]
These niggaz rowdy-rowdy never rains in Southern Cali
Only clowdy, howey hit the valley in black Denali's
Like I am Johnny Gotti
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
much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our shit 'cause!)
Where we from?
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg
paper im on yo ass, ceo illy been by the bag
post wit dat strap that was by the bag, I feel like wop ima buy the block
i feel like ross ima chop
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