Gotti (feat. The Lox)

Lil Wayne

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    Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this (na, ahn ahn)
    Nah, (two thirds) of the world's most loyalest
    (I'mma shoot em),I'mma pay the bail, I'm sure of this
    (I'mma kill em, I'mma get the witness), teach 'em more of this
    (We never sing, not even on a song), where the choruses?
    (Dig the hole, get the wood box), bring the florist in
    (Tell the pastor tell the family), we was just warning them

    (38'S, 45's), all type of tauruses
    (About to hit the bong), pour the holy water in
    (Celebrating), for participating, (in the slaughtering)
    Eating steaks at the same spot, they killed paulie in
    (Frank white's three in the quarter, taping your daughter in)
    Columbia with the connect, (putting the order in)
    (Nigga act, we gonna clap), like we the audience
    (Make sure you ain't down to strap), get rid of all the prints
    Do your homework on, (whoever you go to war against)

    I had 20s on my benz, lend it to all my friends
    And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy
    And if I need something call baby, I need something call baby
    And the streets was calling me, but a nigga had call waiting
    And yeah we all went through our phases, we all went through our savings
    Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shaving
    And sometimes we had to be vegetables

    That mean we had to stay patient, cause they say you are what you eat
    I took the star out of starvation, bitch
    I come from a third world, start rapping in the fourth grade
    Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade
    Dropped out a nigga getting paid, this when birdman had a fade
    This when hummers didn't come stretch, but birdman had 'em made
    This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks
    You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get a new cup
    But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hemmed up
    And all them niggas that's biting got they fins cut

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    I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
    Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
    I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
    Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
    And we gon' be around 'till yo motherfuckin' body rot
    And if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got
    And if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got
    And if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got

    But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up
    And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck
    We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the shit we didn't touch
    This when niggas called diddy puff
    Letting biggie bump while I'm sitting up in that big body
    I can show you a dead body
    Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters
    Wrap the birds in red tape, call them bitches red robins
    Pops had kilos, I needed one key I would've made copies

    Free my niggas down and rest in peace to all my dead partners
    I smoke 'bout a pound in like a week, and fuck the weight watchers
    Got my self a brand new triple beam, just to weigh options
    I stumbled upon a gold mine, I thank God that it ain't copper
    Some niggas were late bloomers, but boy, look how they've blossomed
    Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire
    I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes

    And dead man can't talk and the feds don't have séances
    Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full
    Of drugs and put it in her pussy
    And get through customs cause last time we just took em
    I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin'
    And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga
    Laying behind them bushes

    I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
    Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
    I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
    Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
    And we gon' be around 'till yo motherfuckin' body rot
    And if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got
    And if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got
    And if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got

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    Composición: David Styles, Dwayne Carter, Jason Phillips, Maurice Jordan y Andrew Jones

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