Gotti Style (I Shot Ya Freestyle) lyrics

by

Ja Rule


[Ja Rule]
Aaaah
What
n*ggas don't want it
Yeah
Ja Rule
DMX
Def Jam n*ggas hah
Mutherf*ckers better stay the f*ck out of our way
Understand that, knawmean?
We doin this sh*t straight gangsta style, Gotti style n*gga
f*ck y'all

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the torture
The high class, toss to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner city
n*ggas is definitely assed-out, f*ckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight cheese
I should bust em
Cuz see me killin you don't mean nothin
I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin n*gga
Then you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be burned
Drug money is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some rules just think, are fit for takes
And Ja's rules make em laws, that you fatefully break
Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded
We can murder each other, meet at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the immortal words of Pac
My n*ggas gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that
n*ggas is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom
Give little kids back, that's the way we do things
Never leave shells, never drop names
Roll with the game as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world share my pain
In my demise you can put it on my grave
"Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days
And outta darkness done graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair
Cross the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you here
Motherf*ckers
[DMX]
Check it out y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check it out y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check it out y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check it out y'all

Uh, GRRRRRRRRRRRR
I make moves that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like they knowin how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that's that kid
Unmask that kid, look at that bast*rd kid
That don't mind having to break sh*t or take sh*t
That mutherf*cker, if you ain't me you ain't sh*t
You f*ckin faggot
You know I coulda been stuck it to you
n*gga I would even think about f*ckin wit you
But I bet now your man is thinkin twice bout who to f*ck wit
sh*t is gettin bad, I'm robbin n*ggas I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of time before I get shot
I'ma torture this n*ggas little sister and make him watch
Give a n*gga a little room, now he's tryin to house sh*t
But I bet you look back on some mouse sh*t
When I put this in your mouth, b*tch
Aaaah, a n*gga bein broken off quick
Yeeck, is the sound he makes chokin off di*k
How you feel, he eatin dinner with a straw for you to suck through
f*ck me? No f*ck you, now I gotta touch you
f*ckin b*tch suckin di*k like a jockstrap
Put them Glocks back
Tryin to be the first punk motherf*cker that shot back
Got that, didn't get, you know where you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin Ahk, you know what the f*ck I'm sayin right?
You will respect this, cuz it gets reckless when I cut the
Dun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun, be like "What the--No"
But it's too late cuz the heat-seeker done found the heat
The concrete done found your meat
Guts hittin the ground still hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, and coughin up chunks of flesh
That n*gga soul low, within months of death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my knife
Y'all motherf*ckers don't understand, when it's on it's on
Up in the casket with shades, cause your eyes is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid
But you made it happen, with that bullsh*t you did
Now you want peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass tugged out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My mission is almost complete
This message will self-distruct in two seconds
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
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