Lyrics:
the face by a cop, close casket
An open and shut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fuckin somethin' in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta shit
Put somethin' in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm lookin' real
Stomping in the party
Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fucking something in this bitch
Hit 'em with some gangsta shit
Put something in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm
when it comes to being gangsta's to they selves.
They want to be Corleone, Luigi or Gambino or Gotti
Or whatever the fuck that is, who people don't even
try to evict me
When we come to Atlanta we gon' re-open Nickies
I'm a gangsta rap teacher, nigga you better know it
It's the Don Gotti Jr. slash
yo ass cuz you think you did something
I aint fucked up bout no nigga
Niggas coming by the dozen
I be with da shit, my paper is thick, like niggas kill
You rap about money and nigga might sign ya,
You rap about me and a nigga might find ya,
But ? yo ass what you hear right behind you
Dope game
foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck cause I keep sellin'
Yo, what the fuck are the yellin?
"Gangsta Gangsta" that's what they're yellin'
Niggas
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by
This my time, my time
My turn, my turn
My grind, my grind
If you think it's a game, play with it right
You think you gangsta
'Cause you did time
Well,
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
Chi-town to Miami
Houston to mother f***in' LA, we connect n****
With some gangsta s***
Mother f***ers, you frontin' we comin' with heat n****s
AR-15s
to her right and she like it
She on the hip like a psychic, izzy.
One of the coolest of fool on the flo
I whispered in her ear, come here you ready
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
babe
Lucille: Yo Gotti
Why you lookin' through my phone?
Gotti: Yo, Lucille? Lucille: What?
Gotti: Yo, what the fuck is this?
Lucille: What the fuck is
your purse
Slim didn't send Proof to get at the wankstas
He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas
What up, Gotti? And this little war you
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
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
Yeah motherfuckers
That's what y'all want right
That ol' gangsta, that ol' gangsta
Check it out now yo, yo
All I need, bomb ass freak nigga
of these niggas, I'm sick of the cap (yes sir)
"Gotti, why you got security, but you still got a strap"
"Gotti worth a hundred million
Grind like he in
my nizzle and get your whole body plastered
I remember the wall trick, if you got some manner
Gangsta walk yo' ass over here pumpin' to Banner
Yeah!
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