Lyrics:
nigga, get yo information up
Watching Belly, smokin blunts, take Jamaican puffs
One day I'ma have a house and car like Jamaican cuz
Credits roll, back
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
(Get on yo knees, nigga
Get on yo knees and pray)
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
I can tell by how he rap
I be with the grim reaper but I'm getting these niggas wrapped
I know where that money at like that shit on Google Maps
I
Nigga we not playin!
Zero tolerance for that fake
Shit get shot playin! That's how we on it
Yeah it's rap 'til we start sprayin!
When you see
[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey want to see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
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
the crime industry a capo
Started as a pickpocket, though
Later came riches and the privates, yo
Used to target corner stores and supermarkets
Mad warrants
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Schemin hanging around the wrong people fakin they be leachin
Dont you look up to me young nigga i aint a preacher
I just like to rock out to the mic
up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
all on his beef was hickory
The situation at hand still remained critical
The check analytical, reaction was pitiful
He pushed his pawn up, yo, that's
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
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
by myself, by myself
up like carpaccio, nigga
Extra thin
Yo, I play with cold stoves so
Hot it'll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu Nikes go
With the Pittsburgh Pirates
Doing the dash when the blue lights come on
I'm not a industry nigga, they jus want me in the industry
I'm not a rapper, I'm jus good at rapping
I
shit
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
Nine pound, we rocked it
'96, strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate, my team'll glow like radiation
With
a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hiding in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the blades in yo' ass
You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass
a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hiding in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the blades in yo' ass
You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass
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