Lyrics:
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
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
where they kill for mils and they blast the steel
But I'm from murda murda Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner, but I'll slash your grill
Yo don't got
Fat Joe feat. Noreaga
Misery Needs Company
[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]
[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty
three's for
[Featuring Noreaga]
intro: [police sirens]
[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]
[Fat Joe]
Yo yo one's for the cash two's for my facilty
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
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
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
everyday we high as hell
Dope is what we try an sell
Nickle and dimes for buyin' yayo
Til I got lines of clientele
Load up yo clip
Click-clack
Come in lets ride, chill by the tides, official vibes
Don't look surprised, you lit you fly, yo hips yo thighs
This truth or lies, I fantasize, but I
landscape property
House was hit by hurricane Fauni (Ayy)
Xan', lean, hit like Gene Gotti
Got girls touchin' on bodies
Got thrashed so good, it was gnarly
[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
faster than a sonic toaster
I'm the outer force that changes course
To move a comet closer
My wanted poster posted right by my Obama poster
You got
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
shit
No no not a thang
Feel like tony up in bada bing
Im the king
LeBron Gotti wit all his rings
Im supreme
Tape almost done
Gotta do another drive by
She say I got the big head Yo Gotti
Maybe because my paper tags came with no mileage
The same n****s broke swear I'm nobody
That n**** lame I fucked
to hit em, okay
Malcolm in the middle, every nigga standing with em finna have to get it, okay
Mind your business, boy better find a witness, I'ma be yo
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
assassins that'll slash ya throat That's my family So put ya hands up Put ya hands up Put ya hands up That's my family Keep the hands up And represent
con niggas in the game today
Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie?
What if Sammie never ratted Gotti?
What if New York without Giuliani?
What if
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
Aye who them niggas over there looking all cfrazy man?!
Yo Polo What the fuck aye go pull over there man
aye aye skurt (gunfire)
Like John gotti I
Aye
Lil' Haitian Gotti Like that there, yeah yeah
Haha
I got them, mmm
I ain’t regular, bitch I’m steppin up, with the weapon tucked (I’m a special
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