Lyrics:
hustlers naturally born
With street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti
Y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd, a gemstar hit down on the plate
The Mobb niggas
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And why'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., why'know
lose
Toda mi gente
That's hit by the blues
Esta de moda
Por siempre
To do what you choose
So do what it do
Get right with yo
Mood
Who am I?
Who is
You are watching a master at work
Is this what you want?
Got your attention
Ask, are you watching closely?
Shapeless, like water
Yeah
Yup
Yo ayo
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
like the love coming from the blocky
I don't feel nobody
I don't feel nobody
I'm like who are you
I don't know yo like Gotti
I don't feel nobody
I do
my blick nigga
Me and Flockaveli, bitch I'm sensin' like I'm belly
They be by my celly, flip them bitches at the telly
Trained To Go nigga, how I rob
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like
Coldest in the city
Whole team on froze
If u know yo girl a hoe
Then u know we getting chose
It ain't yo coochie
Its just yo turn
When u simp ass niggas
and
Every time I see her I just listen like yo gotti cuz
I just wanna show you love nothing else It's true
I just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
She say I got the big head Yo Gotti
Maybe because my paper tags came with no mileage
The same n****s broke swear I'm nobody
That n**** lame I fucked
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
Digging
6feet In her ground
All this money
Like a bank
Doing shit
He wish he can't
I go by Gotti
Riding in a Maserati
Pimpin call me Scotty
Blow
Wyclef talking:
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
Wake up everybody Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
bring the heat.
Come in lets ride, chill by the tides, official vibes
Don't look surprised, you lit you fly, yo hips yo thighs
This truth or lies, I fantasize, but I
sippin' DP
Regime be the team of the scream
Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean
On your radio, yo, yo
[Chorus]
I'm your radio (Turn me
5 star Rake it up
Where’s yo gotti
anything that try me
You know I that body
You know that I
BODY
betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
I just call her boo
I think her name is Shawna
What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda.
I just call
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with
That's s a Bugatti (that's a bu whaa?) whoo
I'm feeling like gotti (I'm feeling like whoo) Oh
I feel like Gotti (yeah) Oh
A rebel no rowdy (woah)
I pass
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