life fuckin unit) A real unit; a motherfuckin, CNN shit (CNN!) My nigga Swift on the motherfuckin fours (fours) We thugged out y'all (what!) Yo, yo.. we thugged
shit, all my thug niggas Big Pre, Big Chaz, motherfuckin black hands Check it [Verse 1] For the first time in my life, I feel the love from my Bitches and thugs
shit all my thug niggas Big Pre Big Chaz motherfuckin black hands Check it [Verse 1] For the first time in my life I feel the love from my Bitches and thugs
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now Articulate, hittin' body parts
swear to God I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard A born terror, a rebel without a pause I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus
Gotti was the dapper dan part of that Sammy The Bull, BUCK!!! informer that Bumpy Johnson held uptown part of that Yo! To all of my warriors and all of my thugs
to God I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard A born terror, a rebel without a pause I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
[U-God] Yo, rated x, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's Guess whose back, the jack of all trades is next The
m hearin' you letting yo' health slide these days And yo lady's dicked up, and you contracted to aids Who the fuck you callin' gay nigga, must a been
shit, all my thug niggas Big Pre, Big Chaz, motherfuckin black hands Check it {Verse 1} For the first time in my life, I feel the love from my Bitches and thugs
world then evolved him to chaos Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace Chorus [Prodigy] Yo
had the shorties starvin, Gotti finessed the dutchie unraveled the leaf, heave the gut like a phillie now we politicin, layin G while they listenin its a
a fuck who you are We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up the bar Cuban the Don Daddy like John Gotti I brung a long shotie for the chump bodies
his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti And his black
wit a tank full of gas A clip full of hollows, a pocket full of cash A wrist full, a ring full, a chest full of ice And a bitch in the rental wit a trunk