Various Artists - New Orleans Threats lyrics

[intro] Motherf**in Gambino's in this b**h again Gotti wit dat motherf**in n***a QB and P'heno My motherf**in yung gunz in this motherf**er to [Chorus ] We be New Orleans Threats To New Orleans best, sendin slugs through your crooked a**, cops vests X4 [Gotti] f** New Orleans best, I be New Orleans threats And I put dat on my motherf**in last breathe I got a team of young breeders dat'll die wit me Melichoir, Regenelli, P'heno, ride wit me Who da f** these jealious cops just takin us for Pull me over, search my car, they be lookin for war I put aside da superstar sh**, because they'll prolly left me scar'd wit some horrable facts Because i'm black, i'm a tar-get, so reguardless Gotti be involved, is some hard sh** Screamin f** da police, n***as died in these streets My lil' homie murdered, by these cowards in blue Dressed him in his best suit and layed'em down in his casket And for your foes, don't worry I'll barry those ba*tards, smother their kids wit plastic, turn they house to ashes I'd rather die blastin, den face da courts again Unless i'm facin is d**h and for my days dats left I'll be New Orleans motherf**in threat I bet you b**hes feel dat [Chorus x4] [QB] All n***as get caught up, shoot, duck But you can't run n***a, to much stressful sh** happened in a dirty city I went from workin on a job to makin platinum hits Having so much on my minds, this about some sh** f** da police, comin straight from uptown All n***as don't won' f** wit these rounds, I loud, I aim, I point, I hit Watch'em, ............. (Gotti- What da f** u did) droped'em [P'heno] I be a Nolimit n***a til' my casket drops f** these judges and these crooked a** ba*tard cops Da b**hes wanna see me rot in jail, i'd rather burn in hell Den doin 10 or 25 in a jail cell f** da laws, dem b**hes slave me Penitentary raised, da melphamene is what made me Mean muggin, pistol huggin my automatic chrome For crooked cops I dispise, bustin your f**in domes Dat is my zone, I be a threat until i'm dead and gone Me and Gotti da coco-dawns, til our last song [Chorus x4] [Gotti- Talking] Motherf**ers, how you like that now Bust da back, on you punk a**, f**in cops I'd rather be da first to blast, for you pull on my a** Man f** dem man We be New Orleans threats until we dead 'n gone Gambino' representin this motherf**er