Lyrics:
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
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
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
Yo young Gotti
Pick up the shotty
We gunna be tardy
No party just war
The wars at the door
Its Babylons whore
People must rise
See through the lies
and Haitian Gotti can rap nigga
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh Huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon fall (Aye)
Tryna get me
Ha ha yea
Uh real shit
Check it out yo
Get a grip, get it fast
More smoke, more cash dPG with the blue flag
One ratchet ho with a fat ass
Category,
and
Every time I see her I just listen like yo gotti cuz
I just wanna show you love nothing else It's true
I just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
oooowwwweeee
My homie tryna put you on a pretty white t
Gotti Gotti i aint stutter i paint you red
Behind that one thats word to my mother
Jigga with that shotty
It's ya boi Muscle Gotti
Shout out my day one nigga Fredo, yea?
"Get Rich Or Get Recalled"
Maddest mixtape on the roads right now
Really in
spar witcha
Get it on with the pawns somethings just off witcha
They saying they ball with us
I'm showing the score difference
Dont be fooled by
[Gotti]
Yeah, no doubt, ugh
One time for the motherfuckin…
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is a Mannie Frishzzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle [whistles] I
And heal all the pain that's inside you
Let me check yo insides
Make sure that everything is alright
Let me grab you by the neck the heart & soul
And save u
(Yo, pass me that phone)
Hello? Yo, yo, can I speak to Cam?
Fuck is this be? State ya name
Yo, yo, hello yo, you don't know me
O nothing like
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
hey
Meeting place by the water the bay
Going up cause down not that way
Only the closest is sticking okay
Ya was never my friend what I say
Bother me yo
shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no Roddy
I’m smoking OG mixed up with Gelatti
Don’t wanna
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
She buying Yay
We by the bay
Do that every day
We smoking dank
Out by the lake
Fucked up off the drank
Just popped a molly
This shit a hobby
Shit
North, seeking middle-class prosperity
But by the summer of 1967
Much of that hope had turned to hopelessness (yo)
Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky,
[gotti]
Yeah,no doubt,ugh
One time for the motherfuckin...
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is Mannie Frishizzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle, [whistles] I
Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now
Underground hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*)
This one's a gangsta tune, whassup fosha?
I'mma send this one
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
like the love coming from the blocky
I don't feel nobody
I don't feel nobody
I'm like who are you
I don't know yo like Gotti
I don't feel nobody
I do
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