Lyrics:
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
these
Be the beach tease, give you weak knees
Just let me speak these
We can wade into the sea weed
Get swept up by a wave and into deep sleep
Kiss it all
yo ass cuz you think you did something
I aint fucked up bout no nigga
Niggas coming by the dozen
I be with da shit, my paper is thick, like niggas kill
your bed
Im runnin from my fate, you faggots ruunin to the feds
If yu wanna meet ill meet, quit tryna catch me while i eat
I aint ever call police b they
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
nailed
Southeast boy but I'll fist up a demon like I'm Ken Shi from North Star
Keys to the ting like Corsa
Pray get tanned b-bun this warmer
Scorcher Bun
lock us up, NOT
Don't they man? (Damn)
Yo girl be poppin up, you know that man
(Know that man)
She fuckin wit a playa, belied' that man
(Belied' that, G)
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
You see the number dividing
I'm yelling yo, No gotti
Bitch, I got hoes like Scottie
I can get… Fuck
I can get violent
Everyone dying
Yea, I'm on that
di youth dem wear di crown
Yo inna di country and di town
Hungry be fed, naked be clothed
Sick be nourish, aged protected, infants fi cared for
Mi
I be in the Stu
You need, I don't need you
Put two and two you the issue
I'ma speak on this shit that I do
I'm putting in pain to the shit that I do
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
you keep it real where you from
Cause where you at might put da dagger in yo back its like livin wit yo homey dat
Be on crack and fat my niggas know my
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
Yuh wah evil be.
No no no a Di Devil dat a speak fi mi
Daddy mi wuda Neva hurt Yuh, dat a weh mi feet fi be
Because Mi know say deep within Yuh soul,
wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good
Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters,
I'm stuck by yo side baby you different I'm willing to stay patient
Took a while to make you mine
His intentions was wicked I got you back in the spirit
Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you walked by him
Now thinks it's a setup, could it be or maybe not
She said dont sweat it he dont got the top lock
down
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
If I had a million dollars then I'd be rich
If ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitch
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don
Spit it down right to the wire I keep it rolling like tires
Coming through the speakers we be burning amplifiers
Looking for some work they ain't got
Politic, don't even speak see I don't kiss up
Gotta be styles and sheek Jada diss us
Diss us, that's goin piss us, see I love it when the government pick
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
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