Songtext Gotti Lil' Wayne

Gotti

C5

Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this, Nah 2 thirds of the worlds most loyalest Imma shoot em Imma pay the bail I'm sure of this, Imma kill em Imma get the witness, teach em more of this We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is dig the hole get the wood box bring the florist in, tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them 38s 45s, all type of tourists about to hit the bomb pour the holy water in celebrating for participating and the slaughtering, eating steaks at the same spot they killed Pauly in, Frank whites 3 in the quarter taping your daughter in, Columbia with the connect putting the order in, Nigga act we gon' 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 with

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, if I need something call baby, and the streets was calling me, but a nigga had car waiting, and yeah we all went through or 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 3rd world start rapping in the 4th grade, start trapping in the 6th grade, went platinum in the 10th grade, dropped out a nigga was getting paid, this from 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 and get a new cup, but this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hemped up and all them niggas thats biting got they Finns cut...I know real niggas gon' fuck with this, like thats that shit I be talkin' bout

And we gon be around til yo motherfuckin' body rock, And if the Fedz bring us in we get the same time Gotti Got, And if the Fedz bring us in we get the same time Gotti Got, And if the Fedz 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 Cops, Free My niggas Down and Rest In peace to all my dead Partnas, I smoke by the pound and like a week, and fuck the weight watchers Got my self a brand new triple-beam, Just the weight 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, dont know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go Haywire, I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to yall mailboxes and the deadman can't talk and the fedz dont have saiunces, 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 and I know real niggas gon fuck with this..Like that's that shit I Be talkin' bout

And we gon be around til yo motherfuckin' body rock, And if the Fedz bring us in we get the same time Gotti Got, And if the Fedz bring us in we get the same time Gotti Got, And if the Fedz bring us in we get the same time Gotti Got

C5