(Intro)
It's Gotti Bin Laden
It's Gotti Bin Laden
They say I'm the evil one
Gotti Adolf h*****
[Chorus]
You n***** ain't nuthin but b******
I roll down the streets with the homies on deep dishes
Crack n***** like plates and dishes
authentic, malicious, vicious, piranha fishes m***********, eat a fat d***
You and every single n**** that you f*** with, you stole my s***
My style, my name, and the way that I bang
[Verse 1]
Think just because you got diamonds you n***** is shynin'
Your diamonds ain't bigger than Simon's m***********
I'm preparing to pump fear, and I'm fearless as f***
The Count Armani Crystal Young Gotti Kurupt
Knockin' cinder block sections outta cars and trucks
I'm back and never left, I came and never leave
I see bustas now-a-days wearin flags and chucks
Actin' like they bang, lookin like f*** in chucks
They turned bangin to a gimmick, n**** its the truth
You don't wear kahkis with Timberland boots, or Air force ones
Juss Cortez and Chucks, you copy-cat punks
The thunda's official on California Soil
Made him mass destruction and termoil
You ain't got weapons of mass destruction on you
And I'ma make you leak like gallons of oil
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Think just because you got diamonds you n***** is shynin'
Ya diamonds will get m************ to firin'
I'm tired of watchin BET
And all I really see is imataions of me
And everything that we used to be
They used to say we couldnt Gang Bang on TV
But now-a-days thats all I see
n**** im Pharatic in a G'd up fashion
With a passion for dumpin' and blastin'
A terrorist n****
The most wanted Gotti Bin Laden for ridin'
Homicidal vibes is the object
My objective strategic selective
I'm back home n**** so mark off your sections
I got all bad news, Make n***** move, Relocate to a different state
I get s*** dumpin' like motherphukkin Austrailian Kangaroos
I got all the tools, from the homies that Crippin' n**** to pirus
I'm the fire fly n****, I'ma show what happens when 5 fly n****
n**** I ain't no b****, And I'ma tell you b**** n***** just like this n****
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
So what you know about rollin' these streets so deep
Juss G to a T n**** rollin on 3's
What you know about Gang Bangin' n****
Or are you just imatating Gang Bangin' n****
Some of these n***** might go for it
20 others just sit back and ignore it
But not us from Tha Raw m***********aa
Gotta let you b**** n***** know m***********aa
We Ride these Streets, All Weeks
Hood than a m***********
ZEEET ZEEEET !!
Bangin these streets
What you know about us
What about you n****
We don't know about you
What you really wanna what you wanna Really bout to do
[Chorus] - 2X
[Outro]
m***********, Every n**** you rolled wit
Every n**** you f*** wit n****
It's Gotti Bin Laden, Gotti Adolf h*****
Nigguh Paul Vitti Stallone, Ne Ohafa, The Juggaknot
Hannibal the 8th, Gotti Vorhees n****, f*** y'all
KURUPT! Suckaa a** n*****, yeah Death Row
It's Gotti Bin Laden
It's Gotti Bin Laden
They say I'm the evil one
Gotti Adolf h*****
[Chorus]
You n***** ain't nuthin but b******
I roll down the streets with the homies on deep dishes
Crack n***** like plates and dishes
authentic, malicious, vicious, piranha fishes m***********, eat a fat d***
You and every single n**** that you f*** with, you stole my s***
My style, my name, and the way that I bang
[Verse 1]
Think just because you got diamonds you n***** is shynin'
Your diamonds ain't bigger than Simon's m***********
I'm preparing to pump fear, and I'm fearless as f***
The Count Armani Crystal Young Gotti Kurupt
Knockin' cinder block sections outta cars and trucks
I'm back and never left, I came and never leave
I see bustas now-a-days wearin flags and chucks
Actin' like they bang, lookin like f*** in chucks
They turned bangin to a gimmick, n**** its the truth
You don't wear kahkis with Timberland boots, or Air force ones
Juss Cortez and Chucks, you copy-cat punks
The thunda's official on California Soil
Made him mass destruction and termoil
You ain't got weapons of mass destruction on you
And I'ma make you leak like gallons of oil
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Think just because you got diamonds you n***** is shynin'
Ya diamonds will get m************ to firin'
I'm tired of watchin BET
And all I really see is imataions of me
And everything that we used to be
They used to say we couldnt Gang Bang on TV
But now-a-days thats all I see
n**** im Pharatic in a G'd up fashion
With a passion for dumpin' and blastin'
A terrorist n****
The most wanted Gotti Bin Laden for ridin'
Homicidal vibes is the object
My objective strategic selective
I'm back home n**** so mark off your sections
I got all bad news, Make n***** move, Relocate to a different state
I get s*** dumpin' like motherphukkin Austrailian Kangaroos
I got all the tools, from the homies that Crippin' n**** to pirus
I'm the fire fly n****, I'ma show what happens when 5 fly n****
n**** I ain't no b****, And I'ma tell you b**** n***** just like this n****
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
So what you know about rollin' these streets so deep
Juss G to a T n**** rollin on 3's
What you know about Gang Bangin' n****
Or are you just imatating Gang Bangin' n****
Some of these n***** might go for it
20 others just sit back and ignore it
But not us from Tha Raw m***********aa
Gotta let you b**** n***** know m***********aa
We Ride these Streets, All Weeks
Hood than a m***********
ZEEET ZEEEET !!
Bangin these streets
What you know about us
What about you n****
We don't know about you
What you really wanna what you wanna Really bout to do
[Chorus] - 2X
[Outro]
m***********, Every n**** you rolled wit
Every n**** you f*** wit n****
It's Gotti Bin Laden, Gotti Adolf h*****
Nigguh Paul Vitti Stallone, Ne Ohafa, The Juggaknot
Hannibal the 8th, Gotti Vorhees n****, f*** y'all
KURUPT! Suckaa a** n*****, yeah Death Row