Da Wild Boyz - Gotten lyrics

sh**, right back at y'all again It's da one they call woodie Still at it ain't nothin changed, like i said ????? Let's go get'em records Wild boyz downtown as well T-Bone on the track y'all know what time it is Chorus: repeat 2X You got rope round your neck, duct tape on ya wrist Pistol whips til ya scared, now here comes my diss [Da Wild Boyz] You tried to win a warfare, now try to pill a whellchair f** around and sit there, you'll get drilled and k**ed there I gives a f** bout you b**hes ya'll just hot cause I'm cold Look I've been talking to you b**hes But ain't on no street song Juvenile I know ya, B.G. don't make me come show ya You like to bling-a-ling, I like to stay with rein b**h y'all thank I cain't prove it, set the date and let's do it Set ya stage on fire, watch a wetboy run through it See Reggie be bustin head, a gangsta bout bustin head K.C. be bustin head, Juve be s**in head B.Geezy B.Geezy, you a real junky fo sheezy Boy ya lips stay swoll, black, sleezy, and greasy All that motherf**in rappin, on gangsta murder weapons We pimp ya whole f**in label, but uhh that why I just keep it I've got nothin but love fo ya Baby The way you pimpin your artist ????? Man you sold dope all ya life Got popped flipped the script started rappin that right *Chorus* How can gangstas make a million, in peace But y'all rappin in motherf**in business in da streets I don't hate ya Baby it ain't that critical I just flip ya arist cause pitiful Junky is what they are, drivin nothin but jive cars Real solja behind bar, won't say ya name but they are You like to rap all day, well bring your beef my way You like to ?? when you was real, more or less my cable bill Up and n***a let's bet, I won't even break a sweat I'ma take your Rolex the first round Hot Boys want somethin and get wet Won't say I'm thuggin when I wasn't Sayin I got it when I doesn't Look to me that's not healthy Claiming your rich when your not wealthy Get ya mind right Lil' Wayne, B.G. leave that sh** alone Pull ya pants up on your a**, and carry ya young a** home I'ma say it one more time, b**h you gets no love "Junkies gets what junkies does" Boy I catch you slippin I'ma beat ya like a hoe Have ya friends weepin ??????? metro Girl that Juvenile ain't know that he was on fire Exploded in ???? water, knock black magic off his tires ????? come ride through my hood So I can clean ya dirty world and super soak you good B.Geezy what'ch say, you cain't wait to see little Aunt Tizzy It's a must I keep it real, you got that look that's easy It's a dirty world and you b**hes losin You cain't do nothing about it cause I'ma keep you blusin You cain't make good songs cause I'ma do you wrong I'll take ya hit, flip yo sh** and make my pockets strong It's a dirty world and you b**hes losin You cain't do nothing about it cause I'ma keep you blusin You can't make good songs cause I'ma do you wrong I'll take your hit flip yo sh** and make you move on Yeah I see ya a** ridin dirty up my block But if you stop you'll get drop with da Glock all tops I see you rolling in your compressor I snatch that a** Hot Boyz one lesser I see you rolling in your compressor I snatch that a** Hot Boyz one lesser Yes bra *Chorus*