Lil Wayne, The LOX - Gotti lyrics

Hahaha (Ha ha ha) c5, D-Block, L-O-X
You know? Yeah, yeah

Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this
Nah, two thirds of the world's most loyalest
I'ma shoot em, I'ma pay the bail
I'm sure of this
I'ma kill em, I'ma get the witness
Teach 'em more of this
We never sing, not even on a song
Where the chorus is
Dig the hole, get the wood box
Bring the florist in
Tell the pastor, tell the family
We was just warnin' them
38's, 45's, all type of Tauruses
About to hit the bong, pour the Holy water in
Celebrating', for participatin'
In the slaughterin'
Eatin' steaks at the same spot
They killed Paulie in


Frank White's three in the quarter
Tapin' your daughter in
Columbia with the connect
Puttin' the order in
Nigga act, we gon' clap, like we the audience
Make sure you wipe down the strap
Get rid of all the prints
Do your homework on
Whoever you go to war against

I had 20s on my Benz
Lend it to all my friends
And everything was all gravy
Everything was all gravy
And if I need somethin' call Baby
I need something call Baby
And the streets was callin' me
But a nigga had call waitin'
And yeah we all went through our phases
We all went through our savings
Some niggas stayed on point
Some niggas was point shavin'
And sometimes we had to be vegetables
That mean we had to stay patient
'cause they say you are what you eat
I took the star out of starvation, bitch
I come from a Third World
Started rappin' in the fourth grade
Started trappin' in the sixth grade
Went platinum in the tenth grade
Dropped out, a nigga gettin' paid
This when Birdman had a fade
This when Hummers didn't come stretch
But Birdman had 'em made
This when pretty bitches set you up
And niggas didn't give two fucks
You had two guns and two phones
You could waste time and get a new cup
But this when niggas had pimp cups
And new rappers got hemmed up
And all them niggas that's bitin'
Got they fins cut

I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"

And we gon' be around 'til
Yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in
We get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in
We get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in
We get the same time Gotti got

Uh but this when niggas had pimp cups
And dirty money got rinsed up
And the early birds in the wormhole would
Get so fat that they'd get stuck
We'd clean our fingerprints up
We'd clean the shit we didn't touch
This when niggas called Diddy Puff
Lettin' Biggie bump
While I'm sittin' up in that big body
I can show you a dead body
Lotta niggas got pinched
And the snitches ended up dead lobsters
Wrap the birds in red tape
Call them bitches Red Robins pops had kilos
I needed one ki I would've made copies
Free my niggas down and Rest In
Peace to all my dead partners
I smoke 'bout a pound in like a week
And fuck the Weight Watchers
Got my self a brand new triple beam
Just to weigh options
I stumbled upon a gold mine
I thank God that it ain't copper
Some niggas were late bloomers, but, boy
Look how they've blossomed
Don't know niggas that wear wires but
I know niggas that go haywire
I know hoes that play possum
And will bring us to y'all mailboxes
And dead man can't talk and
The Feds don't have séances
Look, you put a knot on the end of a condom
Full of drugs and put it in her pussy
And get through customs
'cause last time we just took em
I rather be blind before I be the
Nigga that stand around just lookin'
And you can beat around the bush and
Find a nigga layin' behind them bushes

I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"

And we gon' be around 'til
Yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in
We get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in
We get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in
We get the same time Gotti got

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