[Mr. Serv-On]
Time to release this terror on you
Best believe in these letters across my stomach
I'm gonna blast on you, p*ss on you
f*ck what these coward b*tches told me
Live a quiet life, take a wife
f*ck that I'm slanging this sh*t day and night
Gimme a b*tch, 36 ounces to a crooked scale
A thousand pounds to a bail, n*gga thats mail
If I fail to die with money in my pocket
n*gga blast from my side if I ride
I'm high-siding on you motherf*ckers
Lot of you b*tches made to suffer
For that cheese, so drop to your knees, and say please
To these young n*ggas, cap pillas, and they be candy dealers
Ready to pistol whip and to die rich sh*t a jail trip
I'll frusterate your b*tch
A n*gga wanna be laying in them guts, n*gga you know whats up
I'm slanging this 'cane, from Youngsfolk, Virginia to the bay
Every day, flipping them browns
Sharp me for my sh*t, I'm baseball whipping
Like pac man, n*ggas don't doubt it, been bout it
Rolling with my click, Prime Suspects
Ready to die rich or die a b*tch
You know my trip, I'm ready to die rich or die a b*tch
n*gga, you feel me
[Prime Suspects]
What's that music man?
Man what's the real Milly bro?
I said bro I got to get, we got to get rich
Man that n*gga Gotti
Lil Gotti
f*ck it, so lets go get it cause you know I ain't no b*tch
[Mac] Chorus
You either die rich or die a b*tch
Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch
[Prime Suspects]
I want all that sh*t x4
[Prime Suspects]
Yo, I'm coming, you running, cause I'm gunning
My nine humming, 12 gauge to your f*ckin stomach
Facing charges, my ??? is of runs and guns
Getting it done, for the fun, putting it down like Torrence n*gga
Run, be that killa California
Home if that n*gga did one leave you soaked
Like a sonar, a No Limit soldier
Been totin', f*ck ghetto quotes
Murder he spoke, I never wrote
I live with the most, I left a note
PS undercover, pull the bluff from my coat, b*tch
You die rich or a b*tch n*gga
Situation too real so you bail
And when you see us don't bow, n*gga kneel
Used to wonder how you jump ship in full throttle
But when a n*gga got your heart too so you usually follow
Now you screamin and hollerin, with that middle no ax
But the world can't hear you, with that deed off your back
You gameless but you shameless
Like a five dollar hoe on the stroll
And its gonna be ripped up to toe
Guarantee to die a b*tch, block hardy
Not a prophet just a hoe ass b*tch
Huh, realase that smoke from your ass, I hear you hollerin, whaaaat
My momma raised me up a little bad motherf*cker
At the age of fifteen told me slow down it brother
You bout to get our sh*t with all that weed hold firm
Don't be no b*tch little n*gga, get the riches of the world
So I'm a let know, I'm out for the gusto rippin some key
I can't be late cause this murder rate is at an all time pace
Less your kicks up, you better duck cause I could give a f*ck
As for this tool I got, step poppa gave me this stuff, n*gga
Chorus x4
[Lil Gotti Gambino]
Four, five, mack 10, my only friend
Who can guarantee me papers till my end
Selecting my dividends I want it all
I'm macking a hog in 97, chasing down the chedder
Down for whatever, hustling in any kind of weather
Running with killers, thug n*ggas, drug dealers
You feel us, no limit thrillers, mob figures
Made n*ggas, livin the family of grave n*ggas
So misbehave, front page my mafia wave
Got me inches away from a cage my gat you display
On partners be played, my silent prayers be thug haters
In thier grave I be a breeder
All my days can I take time out to pray
Cause momma said judgement day ain't far away
So I be thuggin, pistol huggin, slug bustin
I wish a n*gga would trip, I'm a do him wrong and split his dome
To the moon, to the danger zone
And get dealt with, you either die rich or die a b*tch
Lil Gotti, representing
I'm representing that whole Gambino Family
Mia X, the farazano, unlady like, Mr. Serv-On
TRU, Prime Suspects, with that platinum sh*t
With the beats by the pound, P, the colonel, that n*gga Silkk
The Shocker, C-Murder, the whole No Limit family
Represent, for you