Ru Gotti

Lyrics

[Verse] Ain't no shootin' out this vehicle, bitch, I ain't into that The suckers sent some shots at me, on Jesus, nigga sent 'em back We tend to black Gotta take 'em off, we take this rental back We got the drop, then we gon' sit on that until he spin it back Ten a dome, that's all he good at, I put my nigga on He Jesus signin', strip his bitch ass and send that nigga home Better not let them niggas show up here, 'cause we don't get along Got on a homie, bet we did a skit before we did a song We in the streets, whenever I'm in the city, I'm in the East Forever East, Ru Gang, nigga, forever bang the P Real, man, some niggas is strange and they ain't gang to me Niggas do that high power woofin', ain't did a thing to me Pull up on suckers and watch 'em go the other way Caught him loafin' just the other day, I'm so gutter K On my brother grave, diss his names until I see his face Screamin' free my brother Brazy Dave until he beat his case, nigga Know I got it on me if you see me lonely Big black .40, same color as that nigga Kony Ten what it's holdin' Lemon squeeze, aim it at your homie Shout out ones before me I'm the nigga now, just so y'all know it, yeah Real nigga and I'm standin' on it Cuttin' niggas off the team, nigga, I been plannin' on it How you a shooter, nigga? You ain't even had opponents Spin somethin', send thirty shots like, "Pussy nigga, hold this" Out of the gang, I'm the coldest, on my mama's oldest I put my neighborhood on and put it on my shoulders Besides the city, they ain't know the symbols way before this And we ain't goin' shoulders, word to all my semi toters Twin Mozzy, Mozzy Twin, y'all already knowin' Gangland can't get in if Celly Ru ain't goin' We was really funkin', didn't contribute so you didn't notice Suckers in the Backwood if they ask me what I'm smokin' Ru Gotti, few bodies, left your homie dead Fuck the homie, he been rollin' over, talkin' to the feds Cannon on me, hammer on me, ride with contraband Glad he dead, but I hate to say that I ain't pop your man All them drive-bys we ain't do, bitch, we be walkin' in Park the whip, when he drive by, we gon' park his shit Keep talkin', bitch, we gon' air him out, fuck all that arguing You just got it painted, bitch, we know what kind of car you in G-O-D, you ain't got no bodies with your bitch ass Your brother dead, bitch, and you keep talkin' 'bout a shitbag We don't never see you when we slidin' where you been at I can't wait until the day you die and say I did that Lay-up range, cherry pickin', hella close shots Hundred rounds on it, feelin' like it's never gon' stop Homies woofin', speakin' down because I stay four Friendly fire, hit his ass up with that AR Got it on me, keep a yeeky when I roll around Bitch mad, now she throwin' shots and she couldn't hold it down Fake nigga show up to my show, act like my homie now Tryna keep the snakes out of my lawn, I gotta mow it down Had to throw the thing inside the pond, we knocked your homie down Twenty-twos when we was young, got nothin' less than .40 cal Ru Gotti keep talkin' 'bout bodies, I'm just showin' out And I'ma have to die behind this shit 'cause I ain't goin' out (And I'ma have to die behind this shit 'cause I ain't goin' out)