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Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'
In the back of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris
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Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'
In the back of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles
Click-clack, knock your shit back, no more chit-chat
(Niggas in the hood)
Grabba leaf, keep a nigga high, I'm cheefing on a spliff (ayy)
Pull up
Hood why you do 'em like that?
Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back
Couple weeks old, "Bugatti" done went gold
You ain't even know, I deserve
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
overboat when
It's a new day ya should be scared I'm back with Stoute
Southside, Queensbridge, the hood's in here
[Chorus: Ashanti + (Nas)]
There's no me
deep back
And Ridge Crest with my seat back with Yo Gotti and E-Mack
And these niggas got them diamonds glowin' in they mouth
And they rockin' furs
nigga we talking about loyalty
We going back, fuck with everybody we started with
Ya, they want that old Gotti flow so I went and got Drama
Classic
Layin' on my back
In the newly mown grass
Rain is coming down
But I know the clouds will pass
You bring me tea
Say "the babe's a-sleepin'"
Lay
presence
Takin' bustas back to the Essence
Tellin' my people peep my lethal message
Visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode
Murderous motives
hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
Created in my back pocket
Ya
the yae nigga day by day
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, in your hood screamin'
ehrrr,
he combed his hair and then put his hat back on.
he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115
miles an hour, with the police
of dope run-in
Hustling tryna dodge des cases
You niggas been telling n
Da streets been beggin
So I had to go back 2 Da basics
Gotti dis yo boy Yo
and meet me yeah)
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know, oh baby
I got you in the hood, but (meet me at the Southside yeah)
in my hood, slangin' that white
Shirt on right, no ? on sight
Hundred I shoot, hundred I hit,
Five hundred ? nigga this my life
Yo Gotti don't shit
spot
There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For the man that was really important
Who lived down
one or get guap with them, I'm Yo Gotti
Can't panic, don't panic
They knocking, don't panic
It's them people in penny-loafers
They searching
Watch me
Jigga-man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon
You gotta, pop that
car's white
Motherfuck a hater, I done lived a hard life
I'm swanging out my building
Trying to raise my children
Top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
Nigga Meek
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
bop, a Jay-Z boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th
not?
Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot
There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For
Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest
[Chorus x2]
I was born a bastard, my pops was
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