Ru Gotti

[Verse]
Ain't no shootin' out this vehicle, bitch, I ain't into that
The suckers sent some shots at me, on Jesus, nigga sent 'em back
We tend to black
Gotta take 'em off, we take this rental back
We got the drop, then we gon' sit on that until he spin it back
Ten a dome, that's all he good at, I put my nigga on
He Jesus signin', strip his bitch ass and send that nigga home
Better not let them niggas show up here, 'cause we don't get along
Got on a homie, bet we did a skit before we did a song
We in the streets, whenever I'm in the city, I'm in the East
Forever East, Ru Gang, nigga, forever bang the P
Real, man, some niggas is strange and they ain't gang to me
Niggas do that high power woofin', ain't did a thing to me
Pull up on suckers and watch 'em go the other way
Caught him loafin' just the other day, I'm so gutter K
On my brother grave, diss his names until I see his face
Screamin' free my brother Brazy Dave until he beat his case, nigga
Know I got it on me if you see me lonely
Big black .40, same color as that nigga Kony
Ten what it's holdin'
Lemon squeeze, aim it at your homie
Shout out ones before me
I'm the nigga now, just so y'all know it, yeah
Real nigga and I'm standin' on it
Cuttin' niggas off the team, nigga, I been plannin' on it
How you a shooter, nigga? You ain't even had opponents
Spin somethin', send thirty shots like, "Pussy nigga, hold this"
Out of the gang, I'm the coldest, on my mama's oldest
I put my neighborhood on and put it on my shoulders
Besides the city, they ain't know the symbols way before this
And we ain't goin' shoulders, word to all my semi toters
Twin Mozzy, Mozzy Twin, y'all already knowin'
Gangland can't get in if Celly Ru ain't goin'
We was really funkin', didn't contribute so you didn't notice
Suckers in the Backwood if they ask me what I'm smokin'
Ru Gotti, few bodies, left your homie dead
Fuck the homie, he been rollin' over, talkin' to the feds
Cannon on me, hammer on me, ride with contraband
Glad he dead, but I hate to say that I ain't pop your man
All them drive-bys we ain't do, bitch, we be walkin' in
Park the whip, when he drive by, we gon' park his shit
Keep talkin', bitch, we gon' air him out, fuck all that arguing
You just got it painted, bitch, we know what kind of car you in
G-O-D, you ain't got no bodies with your bitch ass
Your brother dead, bitch, and you keep talkin' 'bout a shitbag
We don't never see you when we slidin' where you been at
I can't wait until the day you die and say I did that
Lay-up range, cherry pickin', hella close shots
Hundred rounds on it, feelin' like it's never gon' stop
Homies woofin', speakin' down because I stay four
Friendly fire, hit his ass up with that AR
Got it on me, keep a yeeky when I roll around
Bitch mad, now she throwin' shots and she couldn't hold it down
Fake nigga show up to my show, act like my homie now
Tryna keep the snakes out of my lawn, I gotta mow it down
Had to throw the thing inside the pond, we knocked your homie down
Twenty-twos when we was young, got nothin' less than .40 cal
Ru Gotti keep talkin' 'bout bodies, I'm just showin' out
And I'ma have to die behind this shit 'cause I ain't goin' out
(And I'ma have to die behind this shit 'cause I ain't goin' out)