John Gotti (feat. AG Da Coroner, Guilty Simpson & Your Old Droog) - Sean Price

Statik Selektah Queens, New York Flushing shit (We backkkk againnnnn) That's right Yo Sour smoke out the nasal The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil Sistine Chapel rapper, I'm here to blaze you Pop off material, get laid up n sprayed up just like arterial Clementine nine, dripping venereal Linguine linguistics that left my verbal lesson saucy Send a message, leave you sleeping next to headless horsey Play the plaintiff, I'mma slide off to prior engagements Let you die in the basement/Toast wine from the time of the ancient- Turkish warriors, cobblestones in Macedonia Albanians in Shkup... never living by the book We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy Never do dirt in our own land That shit's forbidden, G Hoxha singing from the top of the Xhamia Pickled peppers at the picnic table Feta cheese, perfect Flia Straight outta Dukagjin One of the illest places No one's smiling There's only drunken men with killer faces -Meyhem Lauren- I'm known for simmering the mean gravy Gleam crazy, my mind's hazy New York made me The most official, to holster pistol Trim the fat, scrape the gristle Meyhem Lauren will make your family miss you I'll gladly press the trigger button If you press an issue Whether it's beef or beats I try to make a casket fit you We'll fuck you up then fuck you up And then come back to get you And do that two more times We call that shit a triple triple My flow is typhoon rap, it's deeper than an ocean ripple Our hollow tips will hit you Leave you with an altered nipple Slumped over saying "Lord, please have mercy" Or play the G, now we made hot flames burst me Queens veteran, dressed like tennis men Back block medicine, slap chop venison Knock, knock, let us in My whole clique's equipped to shoot though My army got more fucking arms than a can of pulpo -Maffew Ragazino- Brownsville's Jesus, white and blue Adidas Got more knowledge than them Poor Righteous Teachers Clarence Smith, Stan Smith, 13X's Some will overstand but common men never receive the message Concepts like I'm Frank Butcher Neighborhood pusher, 62's through ya sub woofer Unca nunca for the pitbulls with red noses Wet bogies dipped in shit to stop bodies from decomposing Cool, calm and collected Keep my composure All my business in black and white like negative exposures Keep a Polaroid for the posers A picture's worth a thousand words So lock and load up You don't know me from a hole in a commode, bruh I am the shit, just ask your bitch I bet she know, yup It's St. Maffew Truffles in that duffle Princess in the catsuit -AG Da ner- This is dope fiend rap Have a nigga leaning sideways Frankie Blue Eye shit I do it my way Legendary, scary, February Valentine murder Ike Turner, gun butt with a nice burner Bluey spot guzzler Long Island Tea sipper Mind of a killer Trenchcoat Mafia nigga Hollow point slinger Smile while I'm flipping fingers Angels and demons Mellowed out, Stylistic singer Corner store postup Backstreet wanderer Butter your toast up Tight pussy conqueror Smart aleck, talk back, type of nigga Fuck you Disrespect your mother, your brother Father and son, too (everybody!) Long live the music cause it's part of my blood But how long can I stay breathing Only God is my judge Through the lights, cameras and action Glammer, glitters and gold Every legend repping my era Carries part of my soul (90's, nigga)

Back in the line of fire Sayin' my style's dated is like checkin' to see if wine expired Salut, thought of that bar in the car Cheffin' up in the truck like halal food Got them raps for you, I ain't talkin' gyros Get on the mic and spit that porno for pyros I'm not concerned with goin' viral Knew I'd be the best When Droogs was in the recess throwin' spirals Mad punches, I was throwin' spiral notebooks away Even wrote hooks for you to say Now look at me today Rockin' Woodstock and Lollapalooza Get your dollars up, loser While we worked hard, you fought and bickered, now you broke I can see that malt liquor stain on your Nautica Need to stop poppin' junk and pass that Henny But don't start a debacle over the bottle Get rocked in your head with it Then we'll really see your numbskull, should've tried to be humble Sprayin', it's plagued to run up on you with a gun cocked Stick safety pins in your face like you punk rock The kid vicious like Sid Dukin' your hot mom 'til my johnny get rotten seed on rotten.com Only bustin' these sex pistols from now on Anarchy in BK, that's all we play I'm sittin', thinkin' in the dark Hit my boo up like, "When we linkin' in the park?" Take it to the head, ball courts, finger popped the tote You lames in the crib playin' Papa Roach This ain't rap, it's hard rock with a hip-hop approach Jethro meets Death Row, Death Row tone Pull a Suge Knight, make you drink piss Who you think you is? You ain't a thug, you listen to Incubus Son, new streets'll break your heart I know cats that'll murk it and take part in a Stop the Violence march Yoke up young dweller in the elevator And watch the footage on News 12 later Doin' hot boy shit to get 'em knocked The old heads like "Chill, let him rock" Wildin' with that death metal, desperately need an alternative Most of these kids dyin' ain't even get a turn to live Go straight from Juvy to juve Talkin' 'bout how they move yay, off white like a duvet Only folk they know is the game, never heard of Joan Baez Lot of freaks were goin' bi, les I paint pictures that's hi-res [?], the parachute jump light blinkin' in the room 'Bout to go back to my old way, true, true You know I don't fuck with Coldplay and U2 U2? I hate them mothafuckas - yo they suck! Yo what happened to all the good rock music? I wanna know! Man, yo 92.3, remember that? Yo I'm 'bout to cop a guitar, Skiz 'bout to get on bass, RTC on the drums. Yo forreal, we're gonna take over. Yo we the new Alice in Chains. Yo I'm watchin' Clerks right now, on the big screen That's beautiful, man And he's from Russia, too No way, what part of Russia? I don't fuckin' know, do I look like his fuckin' biographer?

For real man, as long as I got that thing man I'll never be broke, for real These motherfuckers all around here eatin' good God forbid if I got to strong arm to take some From one of these niggas but if I got to That's what the fuck I'ma do for real My loot's like Dave Chappelle Funny as hell, money is frail Pockets on E and a broke ass nigga I'm not gon' be That's why I keep a glock on me You ain't gotta believe I pop a gun But when I'm roamin' in your residence cockin' one You better give me that, I said give me that Can't stop when I come like a Jimmy hat Word on the streets is you make a good knot And I don't give a fuck about the neighborhood watch I'm comin' in your pet shop, pass the word Yeah, family get cash for birds And I'm there to take that cheese I got manners I still say please Please tell me all of you know I want cocaine, weed, ice and all your dough Now where it at y'all? R O B Hood bully nigga R O B What we pullin' niggas? Robberies Get 'em, get 'em Robberies Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em R O B Hood bully nigga R O B What we pullin' niggas? Robberies Get 'em, get 'em Robberies Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em If my stomach's growlin' Catch me in at your next function prowlin' Somethin' like the players ball But in the background I play the wall Everybody all drunk and messed up Motherfuckers lookin' all clean and dressed up Niggas got cash for sho 'Cause everywhere I look a nigga flashin' dough Tryin' to get attention from a nasty hoe Perfect victims for my grab and go And when they leave that's my queue I don't give a fuck I'll rob your bitch too Creepin' on your Cadillac truck If you wanna live give your Cadillac up And I mean quick and fast Soon as I get the cash I hit the gas R O B Hood bully nigga R O B What we pullin' niggas? Robberies Get 'em, get 'em Robberies Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em R O B Hood bully nigga R O B What we pullin' niggas? Robberies Get 'em, get 'em Robberies Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em Nobody move, nobody dead Nobody move, nobody dead Nobody move, nobody dead R O B Hood bully nigga R O B What we pullin' niggas? Robberies Get 'em, get 'em Robberies Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em R O B Hood bully nigga R O B What we pullin' niggas? Robberies Get 'em, get 'em Robberies Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em