Lyrics:
get mine
You cannot blind me, addicted to a life of crime (hmm)
My time as shorty was full of car chases (woo)
While runnin' with John Gotti's
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
merk out uh, ANUDDA DAY, ANUDDA DOLLA, BILL DUNN ENTERTAINMENT WON'T YOU COME AND HOLLA, SEE ya bitch a little later yo by the collar, know i got that
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
blind me addicted to
A life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While runnin' with John
Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
thinkin' 'bout it
Yo, yo
I'm Yo Gotti, I normally don't talk a lot
I open the door and she walkin' out
A couple of things you should figure out (what
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
Y'all want attention, need religion
Y'all don't get no mention, no addy or location
I heard Gwen tryna holla back
When you winning, they holla back
cin't
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Yeah
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all your
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
did it for you
Holla back
Yo before we rapped about sound scan and radio play
All I needed was a mic a DJ and I was straight
Okay you do the beatbox
, follow, you fall
You holler and you holla, you follow, you fall
You holler and you holla, follow, you fall
Yo, microphones get ripped holdin' us back
K
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
dollars at (dollars at)
So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)
Everyday we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin'
bitch up
[Mannie:] Oh 20 dub deuces is how we do that there yo
[Lac:] If you ride with an ugly chick than put that bitch in
[Mannie:] Get you a dime
don't ring my phone
If you ain't talking bout dollas just leave me alone
Naw I ain't tryna holla if you ain't talking bout funds
No type of conversation
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Marlyginni on the Beat, uh
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Marlyginni on The Beat, go
Talk to me, baby talk to me
Just tell me, what your problem
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
where y'all at
Golden Era Kids, holla back if y'all feelin that
87, 88 and 89
Back when Hip Hop was at its most creative time
Yo, I come in the crib, eat,
Holla (day), holla (day), holla-day
Poppy you break it down
The first holiday representin' to ya
A sparkly, shiny day called Glitterpalooza
concerned about bein' hard than havin' fun
Yo, wow tig', I see you takin' it there, you got your arsenal, huh?
I think I know where you got that from,
order more hits and slaughter more kids
Let me holla at you, yo, that Baltimore shit (ayo)
Yeah mean? I'm just robbing to eat
And there's at least
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