Lyrics:
Maceo - Nextel Chirp
For all you player haters out there,
You've tuned into the sounds of the Southern Style DJ's
(yup)
You've tuned into
(yeah), fuck round and hop out the 'Gotti
Yeah I got ice on ice (yeah)
Then I put a bitch on white (yeah)
Told the bih to ride my pegs (yeah)
Told
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
[King Just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap
proper
And enough for one key I
See seventy thousand dollas
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti
He hit five straight points
We
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off
Then up against
[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
pull out the shotty
Causin' permanent damage to they bodies
We niggas like Gotti, takin' it to the extreme
Doin' whatever it takes, nigga
By any means,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
never leave
[Nas]
Murder Inc. Y'all
[Ja Rule]
Its Murdah - N*****
[Nas]
It's over now - get on that right
[Nas]
Irv Gotti - Ill Will Baby
[Ashanti]
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
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
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
to hit em, okay
Malcolm in the middle, every nigga standing with em finna have to get it, okay
Mind your business, boy better find a witness, I'ma be yo
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
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