John Gotti

John Gotti, I’m in that catti with my bitch in the back Your mami got a body but she into the clap. And I know you pitchin purple, but switchin the past, Listen, don’t make me hurt you, I’m just giving you back On that I’m not five swerving, to..to you Niggas watch em for them blacks suburbs And no one is got the fads man papi’s home, And papi got it good he can put as you want listen, How to make the ..blocks look hot 9 to 10 benz is a couple of drops, Couple of rubble bends so they corrupt cops, Just to see my niggas eatin shit and huggin the blocks, Crack a chest eyes em, right beside em In front of a 100 million viewers shouldn’t surprise em We from the Bronx with the may us slipped up, And niggas get shot and broad ’cause we don’t give up, F*ck little niggas don’t bite the G shoot you, All for a pair so nice the shits.. While I see fean OD shot the wrong pack They’ve been call the shit the bomb smack Word the crack, the god body, the hard body, the realest ever The John Gotti, this rap shit will they kill me ever Crack pull up, everybody clear it out, Anybody pumpin that rock, and getting airy out, John Gotti, John Gotti, John Gotti just rap shit will they kill me never John Gotti, John Gotti, John Gotti just rap shit will they kill me never John Gotti, John Gotti, John Gotti John Gotti just rap shit will they kill me never Wild big sitting up with.. I’m on the coast line politic and what hoze We got the birds flying in the coop all day Tryin to find a new way to smuggle in period We bought up in the same, no small time.. If you ain’t growing in the cane, then we ain’t gonna need See I’m the one to call when things get deep And my Africans have put you main main to sleep now And Mexico far far from the block, Tryin to figure out how many glocks to a box now, Selling out is what it’s rocks in my socks If you can show me from..here’s the keys to the lock now Yeah, you know the streets is my territory Ain’t scared of nothing let you fear it for me Yeah whether wind lose it droll Leave the death is waiting for all, yeah. John Gotti, John Gotti, John Gotti just rap shit will they kill me never John Gotti, John Gotti, John Gotti just rap shit will they kill me never John Gotti, John Gotti, John Gotti John Gotti just rap shit will they kill me never I’m waiting for my..by the thunder lightening clapping Raining on my window pain and praying I make something happen Our preachers proxis never bother me when I was younger, Sitting on my grandmas lab and she cried I often wondered Will they kill me never? I’m out the wood and run the streets I am paying dues and lose I pray your angels cover me And now believe I never have and never could be, Lord give me time to be..I should see Sipping got me feeling like a play and riding clean Been in corners hoping I might find my savior, I’m on the curve, the John Gotti just rap She will and..so I rarely feel the word, And doing what I can ’cause it really ain’t much time, I leave us in the Lord dance I’m tired of crime.