Lyrics:
mind giving yo location up
I am the man bitch don't take that for granted
I make the deal Ace gone translate Spanish
I got the keys by the end
then an edible
I'm bout to run for Senate ho
You won't even centerfold
Then on top of cheese I'm ain't talking about oregano
I'm talkin' about yo
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
them chains call me Jango
Boy you get wrong hit yo sister not yo main h*e
BeeZ
Aye
Pull up let that thang hit
Pap thats my brother so we probably f**ked
Of course it's dope
Hangin' tough like the name on my rope
Watch it be weary instead of
Steppin' wit the boys
A musical massacre of inadequate noise
By
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
[C Murder]
Wha?
Ghetto boy
Just a lil' Ghetto Boy
Chorus
A lil' a lil' a lil' a lil' a lil' a lil'
Just a lil' ghetto boy [Repeat: x4]
love it, I can't help it
Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it
Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s
Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
13th niggas, yeah dem boys at war
I say dem at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem Hot Boys niggas will take yo boys to work
(B.G.)
Now it was drama
of there
Same place you put your hat
My niggas throwing hollows there
I'm loading up the oo-wop listening to 2Pac
I'm a dope boy so the money in the shoe
Yeah that's right Chuck man, that's what you gotta do
You got to tell 'em JUST LIKE THAT, you know what I'm sayin'?
Cause yo, man let me tell you
me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"
(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein
the super star like a Czar
In control, by far
Cruisin' like a Benz or a Jaguar
Boss your Audi, like John Gotti
So like my man whose name is
Make a move,
a traffic light
Thatu0027s right!
Yo Gotti Cocaine Music
Whole gang shootinu0027
Whole crew flippinu0027 weight
The dope stay movinu0027
And there's no way
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
While they all talk shit , Ditch em all in the distance
Then put em in the scope
Yo my boy dat shit too dope
Team geared up & on the road
When we pull up
an Uncle Tom
Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue
For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. Screen, sellin' you dreams
Granny buyin'
invest in myself that’s how it gotta be
When I die I gotta make sure all of my kids eat
Keep a white boy he higher than Wiz Khalifa be
Gotta hold yo head
Boy, you best forget it (Just forget it)
To my parents I'm indebted (I am)
In this game my name embedded
I'm the voice of South Brooklyn (Whoa, whoa,
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
[Chorus]
test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go)
Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
step up in this motherfucker chest up
Only hot boy left up in this mother
Other niggas slept up but I kept up
Niggas stepped down but I stepped up
In
the same set up, bruh
He have some liquor, have him some weed
Have a pistol sitting right there
That shaky kitchen table
And he sittin' by the dope
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