Jadakiss - Gangsta Of The Year lyrics

[Produced by Sonny Digital] [Hook: Yo Gotti] It's a new year, I can think clear $1000 shades, I can see clear European made, motor in the rear Gettin' the phone tapped, Feds gettin' near Near, near, Feds on a sweep Shut the trap down, moved it down the street Kush super strong, Jakes took the pier I'm multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year Year, year, Gangsta of the Year Multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year Year, year, Gangsta of the Year Year, year, Gangsta of the Year [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] All I rock is white, b**h, I'm c**aine crazy First check I cashed was like a half of mill' from Baby Love for my homies, don't give a damn 'bout a lady 125 grams, that's four and a baby 20 cent 50, shooters coming with me Body hit the ground and your soul be uplifted Beat break down, them racks add up And all these haters actin' mad at us Gangsta of the Year, and I don't want a trophy I just want these f** n***as to pay me what they owe me Gangsta of the Year and I don't mean to brag But the title with the tags is 200 on the dash [Hook] [Verse 2: Jeezy] Gangsta of the world, know I'm nominated Bring it home every year, my own mama hate it Twelve hundred on my face, velour, Versace shots I left my filling on her face, yeah that Versace top I'm the last man standing, b**h, I need a trophy So much bread in my pocket, b**h, I'm feeling toasty Heard them snitch n***as singing, yeah, that karaoke Don't f** with police-a** n***as, b**h, don't even approach me Don't you n***as know you can't stop a moving train? Look at me now, getting paper, still moving, mane Ship it up in your face just like Benihana Told that b**h she make it back, I'll buy the b**h a Honda And I ain't see 'em move sh**, call me Jeezy Wonder If ain't nobody vouching for him, that make Jeezy wonder Gangsta of the Year, human chandelier Would tell you, feel my pain, you might shed a tear [Hook] [Verse 3 : Jadakiss] Yo - I'm really in the 'hood, all they do is pa** through So hands down I've been a winner for the past few I got the work to prove it and I got the cash, too A couple n***as still breathing, guess they pa**ed due That ain't no surprise, sitting on these pies LB, millionaires, sitting on his eyes We at the table sipping red and we puffing Cubans I done made a bunch of bread with a couple Cubans Yeah, you got a bunch of guns but you never use 'em Everybody get a run, is you win or losing? Shut the trap down - nothing moving Gangsta of the Year 'til they nominate a new one (what's up?) [Hook]