Lil Wayne - Gotti lyrics

Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this Nah two thirds of the world's most loyalest I'mma shoot em I'mma pay the bail, I'm sure of this I'mma k** em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist in Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them 38's 45's, all type of Taurus' About to hit the bong, pour the holy water in Celebrating for participating and the slaughtering Eating steaks at the same spot they k**ed Paulie in Frank White's three in the quarter taping your daughter in Columbia with the connect putting the order in n***a act we gonna clap like we the audience Make sure you wipe down the strap, get rid of all the prints Do your homework on whoever you go to war against I had 20's on my Benz, lent it to all my friends And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby And the streets was calling me, but a n***a had call waiting And yeah we all went through our phases We all went through our savings Some n***as stayed on point, some n***as was point shaving And sometimes we had to be vegetables That mean we had to stay patient cause they say you are what you eat I took the star out of starvation, b**h I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade Dropped out a n***a was getting paid This when Birdman had a fade This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made, This when pretty b**hes set you up, and n***as didn't give two f**s You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get and get a new cup But this when n***as had pimp cups, and new rappers got hem'd up And all them n***as that's biting got they fins cut I know real n***as gon' f** with this Like "that's that sh** I be talkin' 'bout" I know real n***as gon' f** with this Like "that's that sh** I be talkin' 'bout" And we gon' be around til yo motherf**in' body rot And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got But this when n***as had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the sh** we didn't touch This when n***as called Diddy Puff Letting Biggie bump while I'm sitting up in that big body I can show you a dead body Lotta n***as got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters Wrap the birds in red tape call them b**hes Red Robins Pops had Kilos, I needed one key I would've made Cops Free my n***as down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners I smoke by the pound in like a week, and f** the Weight Watchers Got my self a brand new triple-beam, just to weigh options I stumbled upon a gold mine I thank God that it ain't copper Some n***as were late bloomers, but boy look how they've blossomed Don't know n***as that wear wires but I know n***as that go haywire I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of d** and put it in her p**y And get through customs cause last time we just took em I rather be blind before I be the n***a that stand around just lookin' And you can beat around the bush and find a n***a laying behind them bushes I know real n***as gon' f** with this Like "that's that sh** I be talkin' 'bout" I know real n***as gon' f** with this Like "that's that sh** I be talkin' 'bout And we gon' be around til yo motherf**in' body rot And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got