Lyrics:
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Ren-incarnate
Dropping West coast shit in every motherfucking state
Motherfucking legend, y'all niggas be knowing
You can leave yo' bitch and keep on going
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
bitches is pimpin'
Oh and did I mention
Keep me up out your mentions
You bitches ain't soldiers y'all
Just be wantin' attention
Hey yo New York, get
West west yall
William Holla with the S yall yall
Know what time it is
Woof! Can't spell the west without the "es"
DJ Clue beyotch! Kurupt!
I fall
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
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
[Intro: RZA]
Hip hop is all about having fun, yo, yo
[RZA]
Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me
Wit the strength of Samson, you
to Gotti and Ja y’all some smart
Ass niggas, man i’m proud of y’all niggas
Man y’all gon’ have Nas
Rapping another ten years
For y’all niggas you gon’ be
to this
Where ya'll at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll at
Yo, You must wanna die
From the nigga you testify against
scared I can see it in yo' eyes
'Cause y'all don't want no more driver in yo' eyes
Niggaz want the drama?
They can get it 'cause we soilders and we
that Nigga
Getting served by yo bih
We be murkin'
Money macking Murderers in this Bih
I know you heard about that Nigga.
Said words about that Nigga
It
nerves and f**k up my mental
Yo f**k that little boy send Spain to go get him
We ain't on the net
They clowns he know that i'll zip him
I swear he know
Wyclef talking:
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
Wake up everybody Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
bring the heat.
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
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
right there up on the curb
I hit your line like "Peace yo. What's the word? Let's puff this herb"
She f**k with me and go to sleep, and end up late for
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
or maybe Brazil
On the real can you feel me?
Yeah, yeah, set it off
It's Kurupt Young Gotti
Doin it big, for all y'all suckers
We set it off, Snoop
White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap [Kurupt] Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
I'm ready for war
Napalm bomb strickin' close range I'm raw
You can't star, blinded by the gleam of the par
I teach y'all the Soopafly ways
.JPG/220px-Yo_Gotti_2009_(improved).JPG "Yo Gotti")
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