Here I Go

Lyrics

[Intro: Jadakiss] This is what you call a Gangsta Grill Invasion Oh yeah Drama, Green Lan Jadakiss Champ Is Here Part 3 You know what I mean? I got my nigga Yo Gotti with me It's Yo Gotti D-Block Y'all not even ready for what's about to happen Uh uh uh Yeah [Verse 1: Jadakiss] [?] shoots in the [?] Na, I don't see how you allow that Here I go, I'm in the trap with the loud pack Got the smoke alarm covered with the shower cap Seperate the new bills, bad bitches in the nude on a few pills Rolling tripple beam in the fish scales on the table 44 long case a nigga try to play you Cheeper just to kill him than to wait for him to pay you Thirsty to knock him out, gotta wait for them to weigh you Pockets getting heavy, choppers in the chevy [?] or the vodca and the berry But you ain't gotta worry 'bout it, shorty, do your thing Give it to him broad day, right on Martin Luther King He ain't gon' stop till he got him enough gwop I'm a down bottom nigga, but I'm from up top Street credibility, more than enough props Soon as you say the right words, I'm opening up shop Money in the bag, it's funny you should ask Cause they going like hot cakes, for 20 and a half I'm in the strip club,, the whores all love it It's money everywhere, the floor's all covered I'm a nice guy, but I come across all ruggid I use every penny, exhaust all budgets Fuck it [Interlude: Yo Gotti] Yo, what it do, Jada? Here I go Here I go [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] [?] gangstas live, nigga Down south all Memphis, mean mug, call it a Gangsta Grill, nigga My gangstas real, nigga They all [?] niggas Hundred on a chain, it's my gangsta [?] Black on black Benz, that's a Bat Mobil, nigga I got money from [?] nigga Men lie, women lie, numbers don't Niggas get popped, [?] Gotti won't She a 5 star bitch, [?] [?] shawty, I don't think so But she didn't know, she can get [?] But all that fake shit, shawty, you ain't quallified It's the man right here [?] right here [?] pounds of Kush, 500 grand right here It's my man right here He don't even speek english Call him Popeye, all he want is this spinich All I want is mean work, don't need no [?] I shoot [?] I won't snitch on my [?] [?] You the realest nigga walking, going crazy [?] my damn self Talking to my damn self You heard the voices in the back of my head I ain't tryna go fed Cocaine crazy, nigga Streets raised a nigga [?] shit, don't really faize a nigga DJ Drama my dawg, and this a Gangsta Grill Gangsta to gangsta, Jada, you know what it is I salute