Lyrics:
cause I'm Taxin
Then askin, questions later the innovator
The Total Mic Devestator just call me the motivator
And get down, to my mad ass rhythm section
here to let y'all niggaz know I ain't new to this
Gun butt your bitch
That's the way I get down, believe my style is Murder
Clap a nigga, dipped and hide
or get paid
You ain't movin not a thing, homeboy
Click em with automatics and automatic toys
Bounce, rock, rollerskatin
Dippin down the streets
in front of gate club
We passin by diamonds glowing up
Seen on the gram trying to meet up
In the magazine you know we blowing up
If I was Yo Gotti
yet they callin' me they nigga
Should I get the A.K. and jump like Jack
Or should I just reanimate the mothafuckin' Fac
My name is Spice 1, but I be
die by myself imma stay ten toe
Inhale exotic smoking the dro
Ay bih kick the down ay get on the flo
Ay gimmie that shit
Ay gimmie that shit or I'm
gotta turn my mic up man
Yo, y'all gotta turn it down
Let me get some water if I gotta
Scream for niggas to hear me
Yo hold it down let him rap let him
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
never
I feel like Justin beiber
With these bitches
You run up on me
You get hit out yo britches
I travel the world
And I'm burning down bridges
I'm
quick, smoke that ho out, right quick
A gram? Man, if you don't get yo' ass up outta here, nigga
Get that nigga ass up outta here, man
Nigga talkin'
Let me give it to 'em
(Gotti Go) I got a whole lotta anger
Now I gotta hop out with that banger
Now I gotta treat you like a stranger
Pussy get
they sent him to 200 box
So Twin listen, holla at Gotti and Ron Ron
Tell him congratulations
He made it to the Lakers
And we gonna get this money
Like it
Every time we get a drop them niggas mad they ain’t gone spin nun
Niggas go to the jeweler just to look they ain’t gone spend nun
I’m almost off
Tyson ready to bite somebody
Baby said she quit, but now she back on Molly
Designer on my body-ody-ody-ody
White lamb, Yo Gotti
I seen was snow
It's like I missed the summer, put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Fame, a drug Dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' around with real
get in y'all body
I even claimed the life of mobster John Gotti
Have you had a checkup? If no is your answer
Then let me introduce myself, my name is
on some coven shit
Talk down then we up the blick
Like grrrr grrrr grrrr knocking paint off the walls
Like grrrr grrr grrrr knock yo teeth right out yo jaw
Why so serious?
Modern warfare with a twist
M4A1 to genie dust
Ay Veda's beating us
I'm so devious
I get on my carpet I float like Aladdin
Drafting
[King Just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap
it, poppin' collars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' knuckles up, catch you slippin', dawg
That's how we do it independent now we
Yo
Who that? Who that?
Who that? Who that? Who that, uh
Flipmode, uh, Icewater, yeah, Flipmode, come on
Icewater, let's get it, come on
Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
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