Lyrics:
Yeah, turn me up, yo
Ayyo I'm like a lifeguard on the beat
When niggas try to rap, I come through and I save the track
I'm fresh like Mannie, fly like
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
on the crossfade
Cuts like a battleaxe
You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps
Claim of mine, designed by the Ice himself
You beg for mercy as you read
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
other ballin' crews
Top of the world's all he views
A puff of weed
Nothing but greed don't live by the rules
Fuckin' wit' me here's what I do
Try to sell
on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti
I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck
A nigga try front on his body he gettin' sent back
Don't resent
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed
clockin' (clockin')
Yeah we wrong but dare a nigga try to stop us (try to stop us)
And you can get it, anywhere anybody
Dem Boyz got work, Dem Boyz got
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
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
[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,
with da kimbo deagles burning
Feeling like blade kill the evil by the morning
Taking off my shirt if a nigga try to run it
The pack I'm selling don't
not be Sinatra
Ya better resemble Gotti
Embodyin' Luca Brasi
In the lobby with the try-me
Ya women wish they could try it out
Creep into the Cliqo,
Head splittin, pass me sound ? ? ? ? , boy written
The prime's sounds can never be bitten, it was written
And if you really wanna come and try to make
Wyclef talking:
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
Wake up everybody Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
bring the heat.
depart
So I'm stacking up my art
Don't give a fuck if it's bought
I just light the blunt
I'd just like fuck, get a nut
If you willing, lemme hit it
Then
Something like ethereal the guidance system homing
Light up for the homies
Tryna smoke with Mario, recording with Yo Gotti
Then invest in hockey
Sliding
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
Tell me your interest still peakin'
I hope that it didn't just die out
I know you still gotta sliver of hope
And I'm down so I'm willing to find out
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
a hottie
Oh no pray they don't try me
Tell Taetae
Just go by Jay Mazi
Lil niggas slimy
I swear so they grimy
Acting real
You just can't blind me
Hating from
a million questions
(Get yo', uh, get yo' kill money)
Ooh, ask what you be willing to switch for
Newer eyes, truer ties (get yo' kill money)
Money signs,
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