D-Gotti - Nu World Order lyrics

(*talking*) Wreckshop, 2000, uh Get em up, get em up, get em up Get em up, where my G's at Get em up, get em up, get em up Get em up, where them trees at [Hook - 2x] It's the new world order, true trend starters Boys try to copy, but they can't come harder Throw it like you know it, scream it like you mean it The things they dream about, we done already seen it [D-Reck] I be the D-R-E-C Coming with mo' flavor, than a swisha sweet leaf Introduced the Shop, when I dropped P-A-T Hit the flow went ghetto gold, the rest is history Ran our break, chance I take, the money I make I wreck states If the rap game was a computer game, I'd be the new Bill Gates Innovator, heavy weight move shaker, bread breaker Hold it man elevator, chance taker, star maker G's making jobs, and playa hater exterminator Navigator album, narrator Thought it was over but it ain't, billion dollas later won't break the bank Po' up drank, wet the paint, boguard on a empty tank It ain't gon never stop me, it'll never stop We bomb on you boys, bomb on you boys [Hook - 2x] [E.S.G.] Hit the do' strapped for show, sitting on 4's with the Wreckshop crooks Boys run around through H-Town, peep around trying to steal my hooks Wanna be a balla, wanna be the don Monkey see monkey do, now you come through that ambiance Wreckshop the bomb here we come, on the run from the paparazzi Boys wanna copy but they sloppy, try to follow us to the damn production Wanna be just like me, knowing you don't like me Keep it real ha how you feel, catch a square and fight me They told me keep it playa, I'm bombing on you hoes The first up out the South, two hundred diamonds on my clothes Smoking bank shine and grind, E.S.G. they still don't love you Acting bad first boguard slab, on his album cover what Get em up, get em up, get em up Get em up, where my G's at Get em up, get em up, get em up Get em up, where them trees at - 2x [Hook - 2x] [Dirty $] We could turn your wife shady, from a 3-80 Man who you think you playing with Wanna act some like G's, seventeen in the clip So I could watch these hollow tips split And make your heart stick dicks eternally You haters ain't concerned to me We concentrate on currency, paper chase is an emergency Trying to push something German you see It's an emergency, a selfish robbery There ain't no stopping thee Shop to wreck, we do chin checks Where the tissue at, dissect like surgery [D-Gotti] Lobster for lunch, pa** the blunt Boys don't really wanna mess with us Buckle up, show you hoes that you plain scared To go on ahead and knuckle up Come with us do a show with us Get out of line we born to bust Broads acting silly, having fun with us And have war behind my, commandants At the ambiance six double O valet Step down, the broads staring At the Gucci suit that I'm wearing Princess cuts be glaring I'm a man, they wish they could marry Like Donna, my click don't be caring I'm a young man Wreckshop savage And a living for apparatus, the baddest [Hook - 2x]