Lyrics:
Yo B, they ready
Let's go
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my,
blind me addicted to
A life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While runnin' with John
Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don
an average Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average hoes
Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm
For my super sperm (check it)
Check it,
[Joi Starr (Ghostface Killah)]
I, can't, leave these streets alone, no more (Yeah, yo)
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I'm skinned up, Nikes is
Yeah, Money Mos
Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yo Gotti you ready?
Yeah, I am
L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some
start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite
Devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side
So kiss yo' mama on the lips
Wit' somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rifles
To invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
I ain't come to make friends and niggaz ain't gotta like me
My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind"
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss
let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds,
Irv, Gotti know I'm
an average Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average hoes
Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm
For my super sperm (check it)
Check it,
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
digger)
You too cute, gimme mouth, pay you loot (too cute)
Better watch yo' bitch, she want the group (hey, hey)
Woo, woo, woo
Coupe with the wings
I can't get enough (Ugh, ugh)
This migo life I wanted, I can't get enough (Migo!)
But yo bitch I know she want me, she gon' give it up (Gon' give it
a new crib by the lake side
What is life? Life is love and I love my girl
So if life a bitch, then I'm tryna fuck the world
Yeah fuck 'em girl you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin' to make my chips
I
to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for
spar with me
If you take two to the head, by mistake, pardon me
Payback's a bitch, ain't it?
That's why I don't talk to niggas I'm good, I ain't
they understand me
I open up shop, open up shop 'cause I got candy
He's got candy, yo eyes roll in your head
Mo B. Dick, You toss and turn in yo bed
Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Bring yo bitch ass in, close the door
Now you wanna run and fetch me a ho
Motha fucka tell yo mama
with me
You could spar with me
If you take two to the head by mistake, pardon me
Payback's a bitch, ain't it?
That's why I don't talk to niggas, I'm
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