Lyrics:
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
collars
Know I'm tal'n bout, for real though feel us ha-ha
[D-Gotti]
Still be, body rocking
Powered up, everybody watching
[Big Moe]
I'm here to party
from Memphis
They call me John Gotti
But they wouldn't show about it
You heard my shows be wildin'
People be straight yellin'
"I ain't goin'
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
bands now he layin' on his mans floor
I'm Yo Gotti nigga
And I'm from North Memphis
And East Atlanta Zone 6 and I got the north with me
Coca, coca, coca
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno
We know Tarantino a killer
But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck
G is also the king
You dig what I mean
Diamonds on my finger, diamonds on my toes
Yeah real cool like
make ya sound for real
Haha
Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
Only gone, Dillinger, Young Gotti
Fuck wit us
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
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
and all y'all
I'm Y-O, G-O, double T to the I, trick
Don't get it confused though, I represent this Memphis shit
Represent for the real niggas
For
I be talkin' 'bout"
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds
and all y'all
I'm Y-O, G-O, double T to the I, trick
Don't get it confused though, I represent this Memphis shit
Represent for the real niggas
For
and all y'all
I'm Y-O, G-O, double T to the I, trick
Don't get it confused though, I represent this Memphis shit
Represent for the real niggas
For
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
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
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
Anxiety, brothers trying me
Gun slingers, dead ringers
Yo, my slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got
with
Me and Yo Gotti (What?)
Fuck all that
Let's talk about that new Porsche I'm riding
(Uh, huh)
I'm getting money, they getting money
That's the end
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
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