DMX
DMX - Gotti Style lyrics
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Aaaah What Niggas don't want it Yeah Ja Rule DMX Def Jam niggas hah Mutherfuckers better stay the fuck out of our way Understand that, knawmean? We doin this shit straight gangsta style, Gotti style nigga Fuck y'all Uh, uh, uh Ja's the torture The high class, toss to D Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner city Niggas is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight cheese I should bust em Cuz see me killin you don't mean nothin I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin nigga Then you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be burned Drug money is rightfully earned, well deserved Some rules just think, are fit for takes And Ja's rules make em large, that you fatefully break Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded We can murder each other, meet at the Crossroads And if I die tonight, in the immortal words of Pac My niggas gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that Niggas is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom Give little kids back, that's the way we do things Never leave shells, never drop names Roll with the game as it change Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world share my pain In my demise you can put it on my grave "Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days And outta darkness done graduated, may he lay" And this I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair Cross the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you here Motherfuckers Check it out y'all Check it out, check it out Check it out y'all Check it out, check it out Check it out y'all Check it out, check it out Check it out y'all Uh, GRRRRRRRRRRRR I make moves that get me where I'm goin Break fools that act like they ain't knowin how it's goin Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that's that kid Unmask that kid, look at that bastard kid That don't mind having to break shit or take shit And motherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't shit You fuckin faggot You know I coulda been stuck it to you Nigga I wasn't even think about fuckin wit you But I bet now I know your man is thinkin twice bout who to fuck wit Shit is gettin bad, I'm robbin niggas I grew up with And I know it's just a matter of time before I get shot Or I'ma torture this niggas little sister and make him watch Give a nigga a little room, now he's tryin to house shit But I bet you get back on some mouse shit When I punch you in your mouth, bitch Aaaah, a nigga broken off quick Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes chockin off dick How you feel, eatin with a straw he has to suck through Fuck me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you Fuckin bitch suckin dick like a jockstrap Put them Glocks back Tryin to be the first punk motherfucker that shot back Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin right? I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin right? You will respect this, cuz it gets reckless when I cut the Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun, you be like "What the--Nooo!" But it's too late cuz the heat-seaker done found the heat The concrete done found your meat Cuz hittin the ground still hot from steam comin off Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh Then niggas'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death Ain't nuthin left but the memory of what used to be your life Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my knife Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on it's on You up in the casket with some shades, cuz your eyes is gone I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid But you made it happen, with that bullshit you did Now you want peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition And get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishin My mission is almost complete This message will self distruct in two seconds Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep