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Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga

When they see us dip
Mamacita
Hey
The way you
Move them hips
I got to please yah
Cause when I feel
Yo lips
You know
I never felt like this
Nahhhh
Me

(Air)
So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip)
Yo bitch caressing my hair (Yea)
Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick (Aye)
Fuck wit bitches 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

Cradle to the Grave

Mobb Deep

The Infamous

1995

to the grave
(Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!)

Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, stand still!
Bottle you! Drop that ass off in

The Grave Prelude

Mobb Deep

The Infamous

1995

Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, stand still
Bottle you drop that ass off in a land fill
Son bless me with the iron, I got beef
With some

It Could Happen to You

Mobb Deep

Muggs Presents the Soul Assassins, Chapter I

1997

It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw

a hobby and I move just like a chief ( Like A Chief )
You can tell me that you love me but I know that talk is cheap ( Talk Is Cheap )
Ain't tryna be yo

my lobby (fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti

investigation for years
I feel like Gotti
So it's fuck the Feds, let's make somethin clear
They never caught me
I had to do the dash for the bag and the big body

how I move, I got Rees on my feet
Shoes on the whip, got the tints on the car
Got the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star
Chopper in the trunk, I

Throw yo hands
If you relate
Built by hand
By the greats
Built to stand never break
Move like sand
Heavyweight
Fuck the dash
I do light speed
They not

shit popper
Spark my trees and wake the whole house
Like it's a pot of Folgers
Movin' like and army platoon, lots of soldiers
M-16's aimed above yo

in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick

like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my

callin hits like John Gotti (Mob boss)
He keep talking about what he gone do (What)
If you gone push up go with yo move (On god)
Standing my ten ain't got

yo gotti
No coi Leray don't invite me to noo parties
These niggas think they kno me you don't know bout me
I'm 1 of 1 i don't compare to nobody
Yea we

with my Gz like I’m gotti 
C to the MZ with my Gz like I’m gotti 
Ima take my time ima keep goin up 
Keep that shxt witchu I don’t want yo luv 
I need

And what I have to say (J. Dean Bitch!) pay attention bae Yo!


Take a look at me now an up and coming boss
Faked the hook with the cross you know I'm dipped

Sell My Dope

Nakia Shine

Life

2003

[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...

[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope

Yo I'm on some grown man shit, mentally another level
My crew we all gods and we snuffing out devils
Move calm and collected, walk with a purpose

paper im on yo ass, ceo illy been by the bag


post wit dat strap that was by the bag, I feel like wop ima buy the block
i feel like ross ima chop

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

Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo