Lyrics:
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
EL hun
You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy
Bein' broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy
This nigga say he doin' numbers, where yo math
and fade out like TV sets
into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you
Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you
Good mourning,
If I'm lyin' then I'm dyin', I done been met dealth before, I got a question, but I ain't gon
Ask it, Cause you ain't gon' let me know, cuz told
Me
kick
I rap raunchy
You can't off me by killing me softly
Shit'll get costly
I'll off these dicks
I cause harm with bars I flip
They strongly pick
turn into a hater
Real gangsta bitch I let ya meet yo maker
You sorry now bitch yea you betta be
They see me fly by like there go ha hip ass
They love
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
on the streets
No gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
Ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
You 'bout to die thug!
there
Bitch that's KEN
If you ain know who It is now you know who I am
Camera on my doorbell
I see who be ringin me
Fendi on my belt buckle
Give yo a**
count, I know that she lyin'
Whatever she tell you, multiply it by three times
But I squeeze it and I leave it and I (squeeze it and I leave it and I)
I
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
I already seen you when you walked through
By yourself, you ain't got no one to talk to
Oh baby, I'm so drawn to you (Drawn to you)
And I Think
Think
on a killing spree, well
Throw you in the water hole, then tell yo ass to be well
You ain't got no say, I'm bout to ring the reel, real well
Like it or not
I always trust the oath that u guide
Too many saying they the truth
By now I know that they lyin
They out here prayin for the troops
But in
a homebody
Say that she neat but she suck me it's so sloppy
Women lie, men lie I heard that from yo Gotti
I'm a visionary
See my potential I'm legendary
Chosen
washed my hands
You gotta watch these niggaz who you call yo friends
I don't no who I can trust no more
Love been feeling like lust on the low
I be
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
I can try and redeem it
Or make the most of this stop watch that I'm racin'
You stop and watch you ain't racing
You erasing yo minutes
You can't
and Benz's
Lyin' pendants with diamonds ill as lacin' the a face with a vengeance
Havin' blocks on in the livest parts known
By mankind with crime is how
the 9th inning
Keep your eyes on the ball when you swingin
Don't be confused, don't be fooled by the wind-up
Start switchin your position, make your mind up
design got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin', shit"
This is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't
realest nigga in it (I am)
Free my dogs i swear to God it been a minute
Yo, it's Boosie and Gotti
Niggas know we go retarded for money we fuck up the check
Coldest in the city
Whole team on froze
If u know yo girl a hoe
Then u know we getting chose
It ain't yo coochie
Its just yo turn
When u simp ass niggas
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