Lyrics:
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love? (Love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where
brain in the G-4
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Aaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!
Shake it mommy
Girl tell me where you get that from
Put it on me
Alright (alright)
[verse 2]
I'm
Sing
I don't know to tell the truth
If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all
Heads got to roll
I was raised to live, Lord I pray
Where in the fuck are we at?
[Method Man]:
Where we at? At?
[Redman]:
The bri- the bricks...
[Method Man]:
Shalon...
[Redman]:
Yo
[Method Man]:
I'm sayin' fool
I know kids who went to school together
Now they all grown up, tryin' to kill each other
Shootouts on the playground is where it goes
on Greenleaf
with their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got
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
and Cease ???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind
shouts, I'mma need a Jordan ring
Fuck you mean this is really mean
Gotti after life
Future looking bright, bitches crack tongue on the pipe
I don't
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
a hit
Big money on my leisure, pop bottles wit' top models
Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico,
Yo' girlfriend I'm a freak her
Believe me I'm a giant,
weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One twos we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
the chosen one
Guilty by association that's a lie (Liar)
How dare you make that accusation I'm an A1 nigga
Check my verification, do whatever to protect my
yo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm
Yeah (yeah)
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ha
Like Tommy Lee and Pamela, I'm fuckin' on a camera
More stamina than animals, Gucci is no amateur
like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie
While we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
yo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm
the chosen one
Guilty by association that's a lie (Liar)
How dare you make that accusation I'm an A1 nigga
Check my verification, do whatever to protect my
And when I snore it sounds like
I'm sayin "Wheres my money?"
I aint playin, I'm out there
Like, "Wheres my honies?"
You gotta be a pimp to understand
Just
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
like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie
While we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
Shawty said her dream is to get cuffed by a real nigga
Sorry couldn't please you i been hiding two or three bitches from ya
Where a nigga from when
to say "Fuck the Five-O"
Let me explain the rhyme
Yo, cut the nice flow like Bob Marley
I'm the black star they probably follow my every move
Like I'm
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