DMX, Ja Rule - Gotti Style lyrics

Aaaah, what
Niggas don't want it, yeah
Ja Rule, DMX
Def Jam niggas, hah
Motherfuckers better stay the fuck out of our way
Understand that, knawmean?
We doing this shit straight gangsta style, gotti style nigga
Fuck y'all

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the torture, the high class, toss to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner city
Niggas is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up with a gun in your mouth, straight cheese
I should bust 'em, cuz' see me killing you don't mean nothing
I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin nigga
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 large, 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 niggas gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that
Niggas 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
Motherfuckers

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 going
Break fools that act like they ain't knowing how it's going
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz' that's that kid
Unmask that kid, look at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't shit
You fucking faggot
You know I coulda been stuck it to you
Nigga I wasn't even think about fucking with you
But I bet now I know your man is thinking twice bout who to fuck with
Shit is getting bad, I'm robbing niggas I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of time before I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggas little sister and make him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now he's trying to house shit
But I bet you get back on some mouse shit
When I punch you in your mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a nigga broken off quick
Yelllckkk! (gagging sound), is the sound he makes chocking off dick
How you feel, eating with a straw he has to suck through
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you
Fucking bitch sucking dick like a jockstrap
Put them Glocks back
Trying to be the first punk motherfucker that shot back
Got that? didn't get? You know where you gonna be laying right?
I'm telling you, ha, you know what the fuck I'm saying right?
You will respect this, cuz' it gets reckless when I cut the
Dun-nun-dun-nun-dun-nun-dun-nun, you be like "What the--Nooo!"
But it's too late cuz' the heat-seaker done found the heat
The concrete done found your meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot from steam coming off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughing up chunks of flesh
Then niggas'll roll with his monstrous death, beating punks to death
Ain't nothing left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the casket with some shades, cuz' 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 bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishing
My mission is almost complete
This message will self destruct in two seconds
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep