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Gotti
It's fuckin' war, man
It's live
Time flyin' and I'm not gettin' young (Word)
The best days of my life is like '91
On the run as a juvenile livin' wild
Foul on the hill with them cinder blocks
Pitch game on point just like the White Sox
I'm a thug for life and I won't stop
What up, opps? You holdin' down north clique (Gotti)
Gotti got Sactown gettin' more rich
Life's a bitch, but I'ma fuck her raw, dog (Word)
When it comes to beef, I'm goin' overboard (Right)
I got grenades, shotguns and two nines
The world is mine, that's how I feel inside
Spit bars so I can get my rent paid
You gotta love it, we higher than a jet plane
Fly as fuck, laced up in war gear
QB tatted on me, we all here
Sip beers, put fear in everyone
I know I did shit that you never done
Caught jooks, robbed stores and all that
I'm not proud about it, dun














































