Lyrics:
is hockey
Money hungry, I am eatin souvlaki
Chasin my bucks, I'm Giannis, Milwaukee
Yo, yo, yo, I'm not Gotti
Baby, welcome to the party
My shordies
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
you
Got me turned off completely by that sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump yo' aim, straight through them spandex, don't front
Just name, spots
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
on again
I just had to bring 'em back
Word you definitely know what I'm about
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
All my friends call me stout
I just
And the enemy is one-time
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours, it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
the blind
Cartier on my eyes
I'm bossed up got yo hoe on me now
She blow me like a mine
Gone get burnt like toast if he try it
These niggas broke they be lyin
Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
Bring back Lil Kim before all the weird stuff
Lil Kim look like Moneybagg Yo
I'ma save all that there for another note
You lyin' if you ain't think MC
new-trition
Yo Gotti called, he's gonna pay my beautician
Took the cat's spot when he got out of the bag
Don't tell me what to do this isn't Gilead
You
Jews ain't offended, but I'm AWOL, strictly independent
If you want to sell rap you gotta buy it from us
Soundscan ain't the truth, I know they lyin
families
Lyin to their potnas
Lyin to women
And that's another thing
As a man If you can't respect a woman
I can't respect you
You come around me with that
hatin yo music the same
Pussy nigga why u always blaming
U ain’t got shit what u trynna tell me
I ain’t give no respect to people like u
Remembered that
yo' health slide these days
And yo lady's dicked up, and you contracted to aids
Who the fuck you callin' gay nigga, must a been talk to
Em'
you five, my heart died
Two loves niggas
Uh, Irv Gotti, yeah Jigga
Ha, my nigga O
Live fast die slow, motherfuckers
DMX, Ruff Ryders, huh, top dog
a hundred or something
Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless
I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with
brain's up in a twirl
(In a twirl)
The way I'm treated
By you bitches is disgusting
Why I'm telling people, never fuck
Never be trusting
(Never trust them)
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit 'Loose Change'.
An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide
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
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
with you?
Oh, wait, he was with me, trying to keep me from killin' you
Now, where was Jesus when you was lyin' and you was betrayin' me?
When I was
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
Threw switches on this blick
But, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Be discrete an keep yo' distance
When it get greasy you can't fix it
Don't be
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