Lyrics:
get yours
Bout to make yo' ass love it
Raise it up, show the G-string hustlin hustlin
Attention all y'all players and pimps
Right now in
The clientele competes
Our seats reclined in wealth
Greatness is your own design
If you’re the judge and jury
Then there’s no need to worry
Bout the time
When
become your pavement
I got important people tuned in
Cause my message is so abrasive
I get it poppin' like fried bacon
Stayin' focused on my destination
They like, "Gotti you changed," yeah I call it maturity
I gotta get to the bag, and these labels be fearing me
Five million in watches, and no stones
door
Niggas hands like cups , as soon as you give them cash they want more
But they gratitude won’t show
On my Dmx , what these bitches want from
and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath
boot, there's no time
I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic
Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same
So we'll take
million dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit with your business
I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
there til I finish
as a bird call me a pigeon or crow
No eagle, no leader, I'm more like a dove
More like a man showing love
Performing a show like my life isn't one
Ay yo, one,
homies
To know me is to love a thug
Nigga to the fullest Ducking bullets
Snatching guns when these trick
Niggas pull it
Handle my business like
get it
Snatch ya' fuckin' crown while your head is still in it
Business men in business suits, this is real business
They say that only God could judge,
Young Nigga stressing about cash but come wit the gang show them where the money at
Walo been stacking ain't no running now I turn your Bando to a hunted
who's [unverified], 'til your enemy dead
We gon' meet you, get my gun and trick or treat
You with the bullets that fled
And to show you it's not
Word up man
Yo, take my card my nigga
Yeah, ay yo
He was a serpent, too many foul moves was made
No love amongst the wicked, gotta get his head
she boring ain't no fun tho
Suck It up, Till I come You ain't Done ho
Make it bust it, bust it, bust it like a gun show
Tell Her bust it, bust it, bust
you like what you like
Then you don't need no co-sign
Know business, this show business
Stay on demand and it's showtime
I'm in the pocket like
to count but it better be there
I don't want a reason to bring my out the guns
But I know that the niggas don't like to play fair
Business is business
feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin'
And have your body parts mix and matching fella
heart
But you go and take a gun
Not knowing the filming
Was done by the actors
And their job is done right
To make you react to this
There goes
these demons schemin' on my head
Even though I'm the realest
See, there wasn't enough violence in Menace II Society
To show you how Cali killers be
a gun hammer
My sickness, should remind you of Christmas
Cause i’m always coming down with something
Like a young Santa
Understand, there will be no
And while I'm out there, chasin' them banks
And why I gotta smoke a pound of dank
You never know when your day gonna be your last day
Better get this money
I saw a little bit of the clips
But I feel like it doesn't do
It the justice of actually being there and
Experiencing the show in the moment
Yeah
discreet
Talking bad? That'll get your head sawed in half
All my dogs licking up the blood splatter off the grass
I don't have a gun but imma cock that
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