Lyrics:
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Hey Hit, that's some nice new pieces you got
Bracelets, trinkets, and necklaces
Yeah, yo
Real shit only, yeah (make some noise)
Sniffin' a gotti in lobbys off tits, we be LIT, we be LIT
Pourin' a 4 in a fifth with my bitch cause we be LIT we be lit
Go in a store on da floor is
knew the fella could play
Dig him
By the things he heard his right hand say
(Now, we're gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' that the man could swing)
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
the pocalypse
And I got em mad (Why Suavaee?)
Cause I'm Poppin (Poppin)
Im poppin, Nigga yeah I
I came out Augusta
Oh that's why you hate me?
Boy I do not play,
in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
the fish into cold boxes
Tractor trailers, old drug dealers
Got me feeling like Gotti the way they bug the ceilings
One rogue came in to box my appearance
Yo I make your fragile bones rattle with babbles chrome bowls
Microphone arrows thrown strike like stone paddles
To ya head you'll be spread
[Jadakiss]
Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist
And don't be scared to die, I ain't give you a choice
Niggas'll try
'cause we like, yo nigga
Get your mobb on show 'em what a G like
Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno
Niggas poppin, welcome
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit 'Loose Change'.
An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide
guilty
All my ghettoes up! All my ghetto's up!
Weh dem deh?
There doing you wrong
Let's get it poppin', let's get it poppin', yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
bitch but ion film her
Every time Im mad it make me remember the shit we did
Cant put yo trust in no bitch.
U cant get mad cause we poppin now
U cant
Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips
turn into a hater
Real gangsta bitch I let ya meet yo maker
You sorry now bitch yea you betta be
They see me fly by like there go ha hip ass
They love
berserk (Go berserk, crazy!)
Can't get enough of my life, no Yo Gotti, "I am" (I am)
Can't get enough of the price, I'ma tax you, Uncle Sam (Sam!)
She
of the fish in a cold boxers
Tractor trailers, old drug dealers
Got me feeling like Gotti the way they bug the ceilings
One rogue it came in to box my
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
(Tell, 'em why 'cause I) been around the world
Traveled the seven seas (and I be)
Poppin' bottles with celebrities (so you can find me)
Flyin' high,
Yo man, what you need?
Yo uh, man, I need something, man
I need a twenty, man
What you got, man?
I, I got this rope chain, man
Man, this look
(Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor,
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo
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