John Gotti

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[Verse 1: Sean Price]

Yeah

Outlandish, I brandish the weapon of mass

Destruction, I cut 'em, I'm bustin' yo' ass

Sucka-ass cats be sufferin' succotash

Sylvester, still wreck you, fuck's this trash? (Woo)

I'm Sean Price (Price) and the price is millions

Gang-raid mother, the soul of a thousand children

Half God body, other half Rob Zombie

Lift chrome, gets dissed on like I'm John Gotti

Investin' in chrome, Sylvester Stallone

First blood, the first slug rest in ya dome

Uh, the man stunt with the God step

I'm old school like manhuntin' the projects

Believe it, dude

Undisputable bars, you far from believable

I epitomize funky

The dignified guy wise, the signified monkey

[Verse 2: AG Da Coroner]

'Dro indo, a nine milly, my truly fly

Lay a nigga out like Cochise in Cooley High

Headshots, death shots, red tops

Mediterranean cuisine at the best spots

À la carte or whole menu for wifey

Baby backs with good head and some Nikes

Don't take me lightly

Half these suckas, they wanna fight me

What's they reason? They girl want a piping

Popped the E and drunk the forty 'til they said I was hyphy

This ain't no live feed, this is my life, G

A crazy Puerto Rican, split your head to the white meat

Get a nigga hit up in the bing when the kite leave

It's Coronelli Capone

I'm the reason E.T. phone home, 'cause he pussy

Pop-off on the rookies

The empire get fired upon, and quickly

[Verse 3: Guilty Simpson]

I don't hit weed, the weed hits me, I'm just G

Don't ask if I rap, I emcee

I rhyme dangerous, trigger finger hand gestures

Won't spell it out, I'm illiterate to all sign language

I'm anguish, workin' ya nerves, purgin' the verbs

Never been a nerd with the words

No I don't splurge on a bird, she gets nada

Burnin' herb on the block, no ???

But still I feel a power surge

Find me where the dollars merge

Beat your shot clock 'fore you chop a bird

Choose your sport from where the users snort

And violate rules in court

Like a black John Gotti style

Blowin' trial in a pair of crocodiles

Andyeah, we still the hottest out

Where the fake shit is not allowed

[Verse 4: Your Old Droog]