Rehearse that's my word Thinking the game Ds knew my first name Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared Yo they gotta eight I gotta teck
brains out looking to get my cap fit, thinking they all acted up and while I'm at yo ass I'll probably put these fuckin slugs in yo ass Chorus: [E
I crack an evil grin Lyrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10 Sucker MC's, you ain't down with the Syndicate Try to kick game, but end up talkin weak shit, yo
clowns goin around clonin the town down Tryin to throw me with Gotti under the ground [Fat Joe] Yo niggaz call me Joe the Don Been in this rap game
the under Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough And baby ain't old enough For this game I'm rollin up De-zamn
{Ja Rule} Gotti, here we go again, yo.. Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggaz I'm born The future problem's, kickin and carryin on Cause
[Irv Gotti talking] Nobody cares Trouble's like a cancer, you gotta get it early You don't get it early it gets to big, it kills you Nobody cares That
love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo
world then evolved him to chaos Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace Chorus [Prodigy] Yo
come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!! [Chorus: Silkk The Shocker] I'm a N-O- nigga L-I M-I-T soldier [2X] [2nd Verse: Fiend & Lil' Gotti
figures bloodsport on the streets no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes
liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo
[Hook: Yo Gotti] I'm yo gotti... Niggas pistol playing showing straps How you ain't got no work but in the trap... aye where they do that at [x4] I know
You can get married and fight her all nite bro' But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I'm the same
[Chorus:] Standing in the kitchen On that stove is part of whippin Mixin soda with the yoda Girl I can't show you till I get some over Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da (I'm yo gotti
yea I know I'm cold But you and cool have no relation Spit an iceburg I bet your boats gon' sink Flow colder than no degrees I know you like to think that yo
ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo. Hollar "one-time"