Deep Dishes lyrics

by

Kurupt


(Intro)
It's Gotti Bin Laden
It's Gotti Bin Laden
They say I'm the evil one
Gotti Adolf Hitler

[Hook]
You n*ggas ain't nuthin but b*tches
I roll down the streets with the homies on deep dishes
Crack n*ggas like plates and dishes
Authentic, malicious, vicious, piranha fishes motherf*cker, eat a fat di*k
You and every single n*gga that you f*ck with, you stole my sh*t
My style, my name, and the way that I bang

[Verse 1]
Think just because you got diamonds you n*ggas is shynin'
Your diamonds ain't bigger than Simon's motherf*cker
I'm preparing to pump fear, and I'm fearless as f*ck
The Count Armani Crystal Young Gotti Kurupt
Knockin' cinder block sections outta cars and trucks
I'm back and never left, I came and never leave
I see bustas now-a-days wearin flags and chucks
Actin' like they bang, lookin like fags in chucks
They turned bangin to a gimmick, n*gga its the truth
You don't wear kahkis with Timberland boots, or Air force ones
Juss Cortez and Chucks, you copy-cat punks
The thunda's official on California Soil
Made him mass destruction and termoil
You ain't got weapons of mass destruction on you
And I'mma make you leak like gallons of oil
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Think just because you got diamonds you n*ggas is shynin'
Ya diamonds will get motherf*ckers to firin'
I'm tired of watchin BET
And all I really see is imataions of me
And everything that we used to be
They used to say we couldn't Gang Bang on TV
But now-a-days thats all I see
n*gga im Pharatic in a G'd up fashion
With a passion for dumpin' and blastin'
A terrorist n*gga
The most wanted Gotti Bin Laden for ridin'
Homicidal vibes is the object
My objective strategic selective
I'm back home n*gga so mark off your sections
I got all bad news, Make n*ggas move, Relocate to a different state
I get sh*t dumpin' like motherphukkin Austrailian Kangaroos
I got all the tools, from the homies that Crippin' n*gga to pirus
I'm the fire fly n*gga, I'mma show what happens when 5 fly n*gga
n*gga I ain't no b*tch, And I'mma tell you b*tch n*ggas just like this n*gga

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
So what you know about rollin' these streets so deep
Juss G to a T n*gga rollin on 3's
What you know about Gang Bangin' n*gga
Or are you just imatating Gang Bangin' n*gga
Some of these n*ggas might go for it
20 others just sit back and ignore it
But not us from Tha Raw motherf*ckeraa
Gotta let you b*tch n*ggas know motherf*ckeraa
We Ride these Streets, All Weeks
Hood than a motherf*cker
ZEEET ZEEEET !!
Bangin these streets
What you know about us
What about you n*gga
We don't know about you
What you really wanna what you wanna Really bout to do
[Hook] - 2X

[Outro]
Motherf*cker, Every n*gga you rolled wit
Every n*gga you f*ck wit n*gga
It's Gotti Bin Laden, Gotti Adolf Hitler
n*gguh Paul Vitti Stallone, Ne Ohafa, The Juggaknot
Hannibal the 8th, Gotti Vorhees n*gga, f*ck y'all
KURUPT! Suckaa ass n*ggas, yeah Death Row
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