Lyrics:
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
Young Gotti, I don't play no games
Feelin' Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_
I'm your radio baby in stereo baby
G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
doomed
Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope game
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then that's yo name
On the wall when they run up,
I got
your hairline back, fucking with this sly cat
You know exactly what I'm talking about (Clue!)
You know the game and this life, what this thug about
One
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
at
Push your hairline back, fucking with this sly cat
You know exactly what I'm talking about (Clue!)
You know the game and this life, what this thug
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 nigga that wouldn't
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
something kinda lyrical
War Games, War Games
Yo shit is sick but they lovin it
Inflicting damage from the pain and the suffering
Death by design pantomimes
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
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,
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
[Gotti]
Yeah, no doubt, ugh
One time for the motherfuckin…
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is a Mannie Frishzzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle [whistles] I
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
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
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
[gotti]
Yeah,no doubt,ugh
One time for the motherfuckin...
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is Mannie Frishizzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle, [whistles] I
bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe,
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
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
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
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
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