Gambino Family

Gambino Family - New Orleans Threats lyrics

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(feat. Gotti/Q.B./Pheno)



[intro]

Motherfuckin Gambino's in this bitch again

Gotti wit dat motherfuckin nigga QB and P'heno

My motherfuckin yung gunz in this motherfucker to



[Chorus ]

We be New Orleans Threats

To New Orleans best, sendin slugs through your crooked ass, cops vests

[x4]



[Gotti]

Fuck New Orleans best, I be New Orleans threats

And I put dat on my motherfuckin last breathe

I got a team of young breeders dat'll die wit me

Melichoir, Regenelli, P'heno, ride wit me

Who da fuck these jealious cops just takin us for

Pull me over, search my car,  they be lookin for war

I put aside da superstar shit, because they'll prolly left me scar'd wit some horrable facts, 

Because i'm black, i'm a tar-get, so reguardless

Gotti be involved, is some hard shit

Screamin fuck da police, niggaz died in these streets

My lil' homie murdered, by these cowards in blue

Dressed him in his best suit and layed'em down in his casket

And for your foes, don't worry

I'll barry those bastards, smother their kids wit plastic, turn they house to ashes

I'd rather die blastin, den face da courts again

Unless i'm facin is death and for my days dats left

I'll be New Orleans motherfuckin threat

I bet you bitches feel dat



[Chorus x4]





[QB]

All niggaz get caught up, shoot, duck

But you can't run nigga, to much stressful shit happened in a dirty city

I went from workin on a job to makin platinum hits

Having so much on my minds, this about some shit

Fuck da police, comin straight from uptown

All niggaz don't won' fuck wit these rounds, I loud, I aim, I point, I hit

Watch'em, ............. (Gotti- What da fuck u did) droped'em



[P'heno]

I be a Nolimit nigga til' my casket drops

Fuck these judges and these crooked ass bastard cops

Da bitches wanna see me rot in jail, i'd rather burn in hell

Den doin 10 or 25 in a jail cell

Fuck da laws, dem bitches slave me

Penitentary raised, da melphamene is what made me

Mean muggin, pistol huggin my automatic chrome

For crooked cops I dispise, bustin your fuckin domes

Dat is my zone, I be a threat until i'm dead and gone

Me and Gotti da coco-dawns, til our last song



[Chorus x4]



[Gotti: Talking]

Motherfuckers, how you like that now

Bust da back, on you punk ass, fuckin cops

I'd rather be da first to blast, for you pull on my ass

Man fuck dem man

We be New Orleans threats until we dead 'n gone

Gambino' representin this motherfucke
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