DMX - Gotti Style Lyrics
AaaahWhatNiggas don't want itYeahJa RuleDMXDef Jam niggas hahMuther*****ers better stay the ***** out of our wayUnderstand that, knawmean?We doin this shit straight gangsta style, Gotti style nigga***** y'allUh, uh, uhJa's the tortureThe high class, toss to DGrimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner cityNiggas is definately assed-out, *****in wit meEnd up wit a gun in your mouth, straight cheeseI should bust emCuz see me killin you don't mean nothinI'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin niggaThen you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be burnedDrug money is rightfully earned, well deservedSome rules just think, are fit for takesAnd Ja's rules make em large, that you fatefully breakUnless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loadedWe can murder each other, meet at the CrossroadsAnd if I die tonight, in the immortal words of PacMy niggas gonna hunt you till you drop, believe thatNiggas is capable of all that, take your mom for ransomGive little kids back, that's the way we do thingsNever leave shells, never drop namesRoll with the game as it changeJa's to blame, I'ma let this world share my painIn my demise you can put it on my grave"Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter daysAnd outta darkness done graduated, may he lay"And this I swear, here in Hell we don't play fairCross the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you hereMother*****ersCheck it out y'allCheck it out, check it outCheck it out y'allCheck it out, check it outCheck it out y'allCheck it out, check it outCheck it out y'allUh, GRRRRRRRRRRRRI make moves that get me where I'm goinBreak fools that act like they ain't knowin how it's goinDizown, with the dizark, cuz that's that kidUnmask that kid, look at that bastard kidThat don't mind having to break shit or take shitAnd mother*****er, if you ain't me you ain't shitYou *****in faggotYou know I coulda been stuck it to youNigga I wasn't even think about *****in wit youBut I bet now I know your man is thinkin twice bout who to ***** witShit is gettin bad, I'm robbin niggas I grew up withAnd I know it's just a matter of time before I get shotOr I'ma torture this niggas little sister and make him watchGive a nigga a little room, now he's tryin to house shitBut I bet you get back on some mouse shitWhen I punch you in your mouth, *****Aaaah, a nigga broken off quickYelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes chockin off dickHow you feel, eatin with a straw he has to suck through***** me? No ***** you, now I gotta touch you*****in ***** suckin dick like a jockstrapPut them Glocks backTryin to be the first punk mother*****er that shot backGot that? Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin right?I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the ***** I'm sayin right?You will respect this, cuz it gets reckless when I cut theDun-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 heatThe concrete done found your meatCuz hittin the ground still hot from steam comin offEyes rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of fleshThen niggas'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to deathAin't nuthin left but the memory of what used to be your lifeFuneral payments, and dried up blood on my knifeY'all mother*****ers don't understand, when it's on it's onYou up in the casket with some shades, cuz your eyes is goneI know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slidBut you made it happen, with that bullshit you didNow you want peace? Well take a piece of this ammunitionAnd get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishinMy mission is almost completeThis message will self distruct in two secondsBeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
