Lyrics:
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You sayin' "fuck Redman" nigga likewise
This is how I talkin' to your hoe, hey
Put it down
[Chorus]
Gillahouse, Gilla
Gotti Click
Yo
on game
Teach 'em how to keep it pimpin'
I told you don't talk out the turn
You fucked up when you didn't listen
Fuck it, I'm done with your ass
I
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
hustlers naturally born
With street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti
Y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd, a gemstar hit down on the plate
The Mobb niggas
I mean it’s simple can’t fuck wit us
I got money on yo head
I don’t do my dirty work i cut off my hands
I don’t even touch the work
I pray these
care of the fam. right ?
Ain't that what you told me
Ain't what my life like
One of a kind, blood line like no other niggas,
Sincerely yours, yo
'em up, .40 on me tell 'em cough it up
Big Gotti, I'm bossin' up, if it's under hunnid it don't cost enough
I be tearin' clubs up like Three Six
I be
at wholesale
Wax off Mr Miyagi
Leap if you froggy
I walk the walk like Johnny
Your bitch down in my DMz I’m yo gotti
She gone snap me the kitty, I’d fuck
You niggas don't even know
All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin'
Show me somethin' I ain't seen before
That hoe want my piccolo
spit digital oil, boy I got a metaverse palace
Don't ask me nothing, I can't talk in public or comment on UTA
I'm too busy running it up with Bun B none
you a rat
You talk on the dead, ain't no takin' it back
Bullets hot, the choppa make him freeze
She can't talk, that bitch up on her knees
If it's up
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas
yo shit
Talk yo shit
Bad bitch
Talk yo shit
Talk yo shit
Bad bitch
Talk yo shit
Yeah
Can't get em off my titty put that nga right to sleep
I be in
yea
(yea)
Cluemanatti
(my nigga)
Holla back nigga
(yea, uh, yea)
Irv gotti
(yea)
Murder inc.
(uh, yea, uh)
(run'em down nigga]
[Fabolous]
Yea
Irv Gotti
Yea
Murder Inc.
Uh, Yea, Uh
Run'em down nigga
Load the 4-4 up
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the Lambo,
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
and talk)
Bitch come and talk to me you gotta say it honestly(Bitch come and talk)
Bitch come and talk to me finessin' on yo own Gs yeah!(Bitch come and talk
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo
Ah, yeah
Da Fat Gangsta
You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe
You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe
You gotta flow, Joe, you
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
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
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
Rollin like a Mack truck, waxin those who talk junk
Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs
Wanna see your dome bust sucker cause I don't care
the enemy voices, Get your head out the noises, if you let em it's poison
Let em talk
Get your head out the noises, if you let em it's poison, that's
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