Lyrics:
around ya shit like slumber
Party, organize crime like john gotti
[chorus 4x]
[king just]
And the way we go, blast off i'm on the next level
Maybe it's
up in a suit, when he used to wear polos
I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota
I wish some nigga gunned john gotti had went
Enters your head
Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when
Music is louder
Full of gunpowder
Microphone machinery
When I see a crowd of
Party
before the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
cherry, mane
Gangsta Memphis, kill or be killed, so it's ready aim fire
Nig gon die, bullets gon fly, momma gon cry
Nig gon try, empty that clip yo head
Tu mir den gefalln und bleib Gangsta,
Das heißt mach genau das was du denkst, klar.
Steig in den Wagen zeig mir die Straßen
Ganxtaville wir rasen.
Tu
Soy un jefe como gotti
Rock Tom Ford y todavía
Estamos Molly
Roll up good cali, la di la di
Somos solo yo y mis homies
En tu puerta como The Shining,
where you get dumped off
All we want to do is party {WOO}
And by everybody at the bar barcardi {WOO}
Black barbie dressed in bogardi {OW}
I'm tryna
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
ya'll niggas in the face, yo
Got wiggas in the place, yo, block party in this motherfucker
I'm the only round actin' like sucka, sucka bitch ass pucker
Ah, yeah
Da Fat Gangsta
You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe
You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe
You gotta flow, Joe, you
Quick to strap up, you'd think my name was "kid, back up"
Big niggas, pick that up or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con
the hard way, queens in Bombay
My regional army throws explosive parties
We've rose in the hierarchy
Hose in the fire escape, world wide
Connected by
Gotti
From Orange Blossom to Ridge Crest, it's a gangsta party
In Douglas, they show me love, it's all good
Circle around, cause I gets down with
Enters your head
Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when
Music is louder
Full of gunpowder
Microphone machinery
When I see a crowd of
Party
the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo)
Black
Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue
The Professional part two
Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight outta Q.B.
let's get doe
If you a soldier, let's get low
But keep it gangsta anyway ya go
I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas
Drive by pull
and freeze it
E I rock with the blood of Jesus
Cover my body my technique is MURDA, Irv Gotti
This lyrical seminar got my signature
Written in black, gangsta
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
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
yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap
and beefin' about this bullshit
Yo, ha, while they doin' all that
We just gon' kick back with these honeys, this Cristal
Ha, and party to the year 2G
Nas
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