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Dmx - Gotti Style lyrics

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






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Dmx - Gotti Style lyrics