[Intro - Yo Gotti] Yeah I'm Yo Gotti Ha This here for the hood This here for the hood All around the globe, every hood, nigga [Chorus - Yo Gotti] This
Man cock that shit... Yo man, this nigga Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock this tho man), oh that nigga think he sweet, (Yo pass that mac man) Yo not for nothin
comin' home Mami Breathe and stop Exhale when the baseline drop [1st Verse] Ay yo its murder on the streets Killa capitol I'm blasting you For the love
'all (Jah) It's MURAHHHHHHHH! Nigga, HA HA! (Nas) It's over now; y'all know that right? (Irv Gotti!) (Nas) Ill Will baby (Ash) It's Murdah, for life (
[Young Jeezy] I'm just chillin' in that Phantom bumpin that Yo Gotti He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout
ya im yo gotti baby feel feel feel like the whole world waitin on ya different swag different trill pay for tags different bill perfect smile different grill loui shades they for
got the hood pushin' more than time clocks So I dropped a hundred in the streets I dona??t buy stocks Tell a little mothafucka get his shine pa Good fellas hood
save everybody Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real} {And thats real, ayo
the John Lennon Boy, you won't catch me arguin' Brick City that's right Hood down, hands up Red 'Lord Of The Ring' clean, lookin' for that precious
I got it, come on, nigga Oh, oh, yeah, yo Yeah, get, nigga Redman got fire, nigga Shots'll ring your hood when I'm high nigga Shots of Cuervo are fuckin
yo, I got a letter from the governor, the other day I opened, I read it, and this is what it say It's time for you to get yo' stack right The bitch don
about a dozen You never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high Yo, yo yo
Gangsta Gang We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here Bring yo bitch ass in, close the door Now you wanna run and fetch me a ho Motha fucka tell yo mama
' In the back of the club with ma, ma Poppin' bottles of Cris with ma, ma Put the bar on the tab for ma, ma Throwin' hundreds up for grabs for ma, ma
work, and that's real A nigga took something from Gotti and got killed Shady pistol drive, we posted up on the hill And the grams and the halves for fifty
bitch It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo body boy I got that chopper boy, coming through yo block
Hood , Every Single Gangsta , All The Dope Boys , & Every Gang Banger, Would You Believe Me If I Told You I Was A Millionaire ? My Lamborghini Paid For
These Hoes Be Wild Times I Think To Myself Another Nigga In My Bed So I Stop Thinkin' At All That Shit Will Fuck Up Yo Head My Confedearal Chances Work So Hard For