Lyrics:
niggaz just watch it, hear me
Only ones that who we got respect for
Is them niggaz that we say peace to
Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on
Yo, my
killers T-R-U 'cross my stomach
Yo' neighborhood thug nigga, tryin to make it
Out this fucked up environment
Where niggaz die tryin to make a dollar outta
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
say the streets talk and I ain't hearin a word
Feet to the ground got my ear to the curb
Roll with niggaz disappear in them burbs
Pop up appear with
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga
streets (305)
M.I.A.M.I. nowhere to hide
Yo you won't survive up in my streets it's suicide
[Verse Two]
From the Keys to Orlando I got niggaz ready
deal wit me (wit me)
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Don't get this shit confused (fused) we was neva
want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!)
You's confused for a minute but here we are
My nigga Cad in this motherfucker
I got my
(Chorus)
Yall niggas better play our shit cause the gangstas we run this bitch
Yall niggaz better play our shit cause the soldiers we run this bitch
Yall
dollar rather drunk or sober
Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot,
they put in yo' ear
The only thing I'm transportin is my Naughty hear
I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough
by slangin records by
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
Watch me
Jigga-man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon
You gotta, pop that
that
[Hook]
[Verse2: Yo Gotti]
How many real niggaz can stand up and tell the truth
Lay it all on the line when they step in the booth
Not that many
with the cool and mellow shit
For your ass takin' niggaz back through the past
All up on my nutz shit be swingin' like a fist
Can't even take a piss
If I
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
anybody in the way they gonna get it
I'm a G I was raised by killers and thug niggaz
That'll sufforcate you(hard breathing)and leave you in a tub nigga
dead over two dice
My ape click, potty chips, body shit
Chinese click on you stick you like Poli-Grip
One false move and your body ripped, niggaz lay in
Beat-beat the crap out of me?" No!
You punk-ass niggaz better hop or chill
'Cause my glock can kill twenty motherfuckers with boxer skills
That's how
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
deal wit me (wit me)
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Don't get this shit confused (fused) we was neva
me loose my 9-5 got myself a 4-5 I'm,
Aimless spraying not playing with their vertabrates
These the Murda Dayz
So many niggaz must come wicked
We
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