Search results for 'real talk by yo gotti' Page #4

Worldwide Gangsta

Boo

Pain Is Love [Clean]

2001

together family orientated through guns, drugs, and good relations
Real conversations, we call it real talk
And that s*** spreads all the way from LA

and never show up late
Yo we live and we die, stay real never fake
We love and don't hate and we here to tempt fate

You know it was never written, I had

I'm a Soldier

Silkk the Shocker

Charge It 2 da Game

1998

wit me killas
Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!

[Chorus:] [Silkk The Shocker]

I'm a N-O- nigga L-I
M-I-T soldier (2X)

mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be running around with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't fronting no fuck niggas
Big stepper,

dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas (Shh)
Big stepper, we'll stomp on you lil' niggas

pandemic, all I seen was snow
It's like I missed summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be running 'round with real

And that's to talk my shit 
So baby talk yo shit
Imma talk my shit
So baby talk yo shit
Talk my shit
So baby talk yo shit
Imma talk my shit
So baby talk yo

dealers
Yo Gotti he be running round with real killers
Hush gang he ain't fronting no fuck niggas Shh
Big stepper we'll stomp on you lil niggas
Niggas say

(Yo)
(Imam Gotti yo)
(Tres Doze Regime)
(Cuatro Siete Outfit)
(Aiyo)
(Real talk yo)
(Yeah yeah)
(Walk the walk)
(Talk the talk)

Antes de la pandemia

pandemic, all I seen was snow
It's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real

Horsemen Talk

Killah Priest

Priesthood

2001

{*horses galloping and neighing*}

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, motherfucker

[Chorus 1: Killah Priest]
This is Horsemen Talk, Horsemen walk
Get

Aye who them niggas over there looking all cfrazy man?!

Yo Polo What the fuck aye go pull over there man

aye aye skurt (gunfire)

Like John gotti I

in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick

like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my

tennis chain
Do it by myself, if I get caught, it ain't no witness, man (Gotti, what makes you do it?)
Loaded up them bricks inside my jet and then I

Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo

talk about it

Bitch, loose lips, sync ships Worst case, it be too late
Before some people get to see this Mob shit, we the meanest

We do real numbers,

50 Bars

50 Cent

Guess Who's Back?

2002

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

Quiet Niggas

Nas

Nastradamus

1999

can't creep
I miss the shit out of David Dinkins
Please free John Gotti
They kept the black man eatin', not killin' everybody
Drug wars is real
You

were real cushy (Sleep)
Cute girls wear Doc Martens

(Oh)
When I hit the beat switch all the jaws drop (Jaws drop)
Blowin' out the speakers right on yo

I Call Shots

Kurupt

Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha

1999

Got-ti motherfucker
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up
This might give you a heart attack
It's real

Exodus (Outro)

Ja Rule

Exodus

2005

gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)

I mean

nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,

talk sells nothing
Im calling your front, stop bluffing
Provoke a stroke with my 42 seconds of dope
Adrenaline pages flood my notebook, yo
Rapper noyd