Dmx - Gotti Style lyrics

Aaaah What n***as don't want it Yeah Ja Rule DMX Def Jam n***as hah Mutherf**ers better stay the f** out of our way Understand that, knawmean? We doin this sh** straight gangsta style, Gotti style n***a f** y'all Uh, uh, uh Ja's the torture The high cla**, toss to D Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner city n***as is definately a**ed-out, f**in wit me End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight cheese I should bust em Cuz see me k**in you don't mean nothin I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin n***a Then you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be burned Drug money is rightfully earned, well deserved Some rules just think, are fit for takes And Ja's rules make em large, that you fatefully break Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded We can murder each other, meet at the Crossroads And if I die tonight, in the immortal words of Pac My n***as gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that n***as is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom Give little kids back, that's the way we do things Never leave shells, never drop names Roll with the game as it change Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world share my pain In my demise you can put it on my grave "Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days And outta darkness done graduated, may he lay" And this I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair Cross the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you here Motherf**ers Check it out y'all Check it out, check it out Check it out y'all Check it out, check it out Check it out y'all Check it out, check it out Check it out y'all Uh, GRRRRRRRRRRRR I make moves that get me where I'm goin Break fools that act like they ain't knowin how it's goin Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that's that kid Unmask that kid, look at that ba*tard kid That don't mind having to break sh** or take sh** And motherf**er, if you ain't me you ain't sh** You f**in f*ggot You know I coulda been stuck it to you n***a I wasn't even think about f**in wit you But I bet now I know your man is thinkin twice bout who to f** wit sh** is gettin bad, I'm robbin n***as I grew up with And I know it's just a matter of time before I get shot Or I'ma torture this n***as little sister and make him watch Give a n***a a little room, now he's tryin to house sh** But I bet you get back on some mouse sh** When I punch you in your mouth, b**h Aaaah, a n***a broken off quick Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes chockin off dick How you feel, eatin with a straw he has to s** through f** me? No f** you, now I gotta touch you f**in b**h s**in dick like a jockstrap Put them Glocks back Tryin to be the first punk motherf**er that shot back Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin right? I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the f** I'm sayin right? You will respect this, cuz it gets reckless when I cut the Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun, you be like "What the--Nooo!" But it's too late cuz the heat-seaker done found the heat The concrete done found your meat Cuz hittin the ground still hot from steam comin off Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh Then n***as'll roll with his monstrous d**h, beatin punks to d**h Ain't nuthin left but the memory of what used to be your life Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my knife Y'all motherf**ers don't understand, when it's on it's on You up in the casket with some shades, cuz your eyes is gone I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid But you made it happen, with that bullsh** you did Now you want peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition And get your a** drug out the Hudson by some old man fishin My mission is almost complete This message will self distruct in two seconds Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep