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a ol school mind frame in the fuccen field
Like pimp and bun we gotta keep it trill

What I mean by keepen it real 
Stand ya ground homie keep it hunnid

swear Ima shine
Yo I'm frustrated as fuck
Cuz I'm down on my luck
And I put on the radio hearing
Rappers that suck, yea
Walking around like they Tut 

Inna Bando we cookin' dickhead snitchin' you see me lurk on block you trippin
Catch a enemy bun them the next week end
His face on a news he's

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

Black Tee

Bun B

Trap House

2005

2: Bun B]
It's Bun B in his black tee & G in his black tee
Repping UGK and BAT in his black tee
Pimp in his black tee, mack in his black tee
Free

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Aye)
I apologize (Uh huh)
If I slang that iron, for my dream to stay alive (Oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Gotti, these niggas scared to be

made her my queen
It's me and the money, ain't no in between
I gotta honey bun, tucked in the jeans
Still got the sig, with the red laser beam
Look like

school mind frame in the fuccen field
Like pimp and bun we gotta keep it trill
What I mean by keepen it real
Stand ya ground homie keep it hunnid in da

spit that shit, nigga get some

Yo, It's like David against Goliath
Ghostbusters verses Bowzer
Gary Coleman battlin' Fat Albert
You could be tall

Ha ha yea
Uh real shit
Check it out yo

Get a grip, get it fast
More smoke, more cash dPG with the blue flag
One ratchet ho with a fat ass
Category,

Gold Medal

Yo Gotti

The Usual Suspects

2015

Pocket monster cruisn' in the [?]
Blood on blood, this side get fucked
The money count, I just keep countin'
[?] and Yo Gotti gon' count it
200 bands

Chicago

Boo & Gotti

Perfect Timing

2003

Everyday that I smoke weed, and reminisce
How I lost my dreams to be a hoop star
But the streets of chi taught me to do more
I got family

I walk I'm surrounded by spirits
If I turned off the beat would you listen
All alone I just feel I'm existing
Don't give a fuck about yo opinion
In my

Step in da Club

Grimm

Super Saucey [Clean]

2005

go home, go to bed and sleep tight
Grab this Hennessey by the hair and make her speak right

Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar

She wanna be my Cuban cuz she know she shine whenever we link
My team knew i get it yo let’s it go
All my n****s iced out call them boys eskimos 
I’m

Schemin hanging around the wrong people fakin they be leachin
Dont you look up to me young nigga i aint a preacher
I just like to rock out to the mic

fuck with Jacee B yo bitch she comes and tastes this D
I told you man got funds on me she went and put them buns on me
Load up shots and shoot that three

with that
Name be rangin got status
Drop a bag on yo lil bitch ass
Nuts be hangin with active
Watch I let the roof down
Coupe, I'm in panoramic
Bitch I'm

Niggaz Done Started Something

DMX

It's Dark and Hell Is Hot

Niggas done started something

Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa
Rica, sipping margaritas wit

me
But tonight Shady's rocka-by baby

You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
You

What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where

Say I dissed you, I ain't say that
Never switched up on nobody
I ain't dropping names like a project by Carti
I'm skipping the beef like a track by Yo

lesson
The levels I'm setting's impressive
Let me keep on shelling
Yo
G sells sea shells by the sea shore
True Fam I used to sell more
Used to be bagging

a play, I'm right there where they needed me
I been makin' boss friend niggas, that's the G in me (that's the G in me)
"Gotti don't bring yo' gun in this