Irv Gotti - The Wrap (Freestyle) lyrics

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Irv Gotti - The Wrap (Freestyle) lyrics

(Ja Rule) Buck 89 on the boards . . . what up Buck Word to Nicolas Cage, Hussein, what up n***a Haha, life is good . . . a yo It's a reality that . . . all the real n***as Have to smash on the b**h n***as And you know I like to call this The Wrap, hehe, yeah, uh, yeah (Verse) It's a Wrap and any men that don't wanna get clapped Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance I'm real advanced with that co*k and blast Cause the feds won't look back, for cleaning cash What cashes we cleansing, it's all about the Benjamins, what If it's dirty then we rincing it off You n***as don't give a f**, mobbed up in H2s n***as is tlaking sh**, aw b**h, that's old news They say I rap to rhythm and blues But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all n***as rappin' it too He's like "Baby can you give it to me" Nah, I'mma give it to you The same way that we gave it to Proof The same way that we gave it to Loose Put that bang, bang, bang to use n***a Cause Rule's the truth n***a, for show Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh Hit 'em in retro, throwback like West 'Paul n***as wanna ball, but can't on the West Coast Dre Day's been dead a long time ago Respect the Inc/Row/Rap-A-Lot collabo Just know that you n***a ain't save on the globe And while the world probes, IRS versus I.N.C I'm still wishing y'all the R.I.P Can I Live, for I D.I.E I'm talkin', M.I.B, murder inc bosses Count your losses (Fatal Hussein) Now before they start runnin' they lips I thought I should warn these motherf**ers, there's a gun in this b**h And I know he's got one on his hip But I got the drop, and outside, Rule got the Drops All it takes is a co*k and a pop Money for bail, ain't seeing no more sales Instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts They told me J.Prince runnin' the south And I'm beast from the east, that'll come and put a gun in your mouth I got bricks for days, dicks to make a b**h behave Had to baldhead my sh** threw, had to switch the waves Just that quick, slip and the mac spit, bladdat Four up in they chest and reload while they back flip We in this together, bad weather, rippin' the storm They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin' the norm You supposed to know the La Costra Nostra flow I did it, cause I lived it, you can quote the flow Hit your six up with sixteen in sixty seconds Get your whips up, we split beams, keep fifty weapons To you coppers that's posin' a threat Fire up the air, wholes in the tec To put a hole in your neck See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five Ride by, blazin' out the five, n***a I'm so cool b**hes say, Hizzy, you remind me of the old school In the club posted, snatching hoes with no j**els n***a (Ja Rule talking) You know As the world turns, these b**h n***as is runnin' And hiding and sh** (You know these motherf**ers be ducking' hidin') But I'm f**ing chasin y'all f*ggots All across the globe (Smashing they a**) Out the back of BET, out the back of clubs n***a, you ain't POPPIn' BUB IN NO MOTHERfu*kIN' CLUBS, nowhere ni**a, BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF you fu*kING CLOWNs You n***as is f**ing clowns, y'all ain't gonna nowhere I'm right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'll motherf**in' b**h a** n***as down, it's a wrap n***as, it's a wrap n***as It's a wrap n***as, it's a wrap n***as A yo, this n***a, this n***a runnin' around talkin' about "I got shot nine times, I got shot" Want everybody to be motherf**in' sympathetic A yo 50, pull your skirt down B A yo, n***as get shot everday b, you tough? HAHAHA Yeah ... Murder Inc sh** . . . b**h a** n***a WE OUT