Lyrics:
my lobby (fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti
gotta turn these Boys II Men
Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty
Fool, you better ask somebody
Yeah
Yo-Yo, 199-Trey
Givin' a knock-out
like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my
cigarettes (SLAM!)
A thousand cigarettes up off the floor
Doin push-ups, all that bullshhhh
Yo I`m tryin to (SLAM!)
I just want to give a shout, to all
to the script
And get the jacket put on yo' ass for life
What jacket? Batch, this jacket,
That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice
That's why we can't
Threw switches on this blick
But, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Be discrete an keep yo' distance
When it get greasy you can't fix it
Don't be
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
and redirect and i won't say none
Body, body in the trunk next day he missing
Probably, probably dumped swimming with the fishes
Gotti, gotti done never left no
[Conversation]:
Keep everything on
Blaze always
Nigga this only nineteen thousand
(yo check this shit out)
I want my thousand dollars now
I
night long
"All night long"
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot
Just give me one good time
Nobody is looking at me anyway
Nobody is looking at me anyway
Yo, yo
[Verse 1]
I know that I'm hardcore
Know how
of the medicine developed to soothe creatures
You're pathetic if you're no believer
Cause we all are energetic and eager
Come alive when you walking side by side
oooowwwweeee
My homie tryna put you on a pretty white t
Gotti Gotti i aint stutter i paint you red
Behind that one thats word to my mother
Jigga with that shotty
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
shit
No no not a thang
Feel like tony up in bada bing
Im the king
LeBron Gotti wit all his rings
Im supreme
Tape almost done
Gotta do another drive by
on that tag on yo' toe
Now 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
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
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
warrior like rembrandt
Yo some cats claim they fly but really been landed
I really can't stand it
Let me take a seat, this a Rosa Parks 'ol bum, now
Yo, you know them a got run
Outta town when we apply pressure
Babylon time done, yo, send for the stretcher
So what them man a deal with?
Who can't
Jeff
So bust this beat
(Disc) (jock)
Yo Jazzy
[ VERSE 1: The Fresh Prince ]
Well, it's true that I'm the reigning king of the throne
But with all my
It's Cinoevil baby
FuckYoGimmick
Look
Ay
Ay
Your side bitch got a mustache
Your main bitch got my name tatted right above her butt crack
I got so
prosper
I'm a warrior for Christ, I won't falter
So when the world tries to bring me down
I stand tall, I don't wear a frown
With God by my side, I'm
get sweaty.
Beats and melodies, will make me blink.
I'll pull my shank out, and give a warrior's cry.
If you ain't down wit' my crew, all you die.
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