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letra de shakur - eli fross

[intro]
i’m really 2pac reincarnated, bro
(great john on the beat, by the way)
n-gga talk hot, better move first, n-gga bust a move
’cause all my n-ggas with the drillin’ sh-t, pop out, know i keep a tool
get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy runnin’ out his what? what?
look, look

[chorus]
n-gga talk hot, better move first, n-gga bust a move (grrah)
’cause all my n-ggas with the drillin’ sh-t, pop out, know i keep a tool (baow)
get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy runnin’ out his shoes (grrah)
let a f-ck n-gga try to flex on me, get shot at with your boo (baow)
yeah, we send a n-gga sky high (high)
doin’ walk-ups and drive-bys (by)
ain’t no friends up in my gang, n-gga, only brothers with mob ties (ties)
all my dogs, yeah we put in pain n-gga, ain’t no opp n-gga survived
if a f-ck n-gga try to play with ’em, gеt x’ed out on the spot (grrah, grrah, grrah, gang)
got me feelin’ likе john gotti

[verse]
you get popped if you movin’ wocky
you get stepped on, ain’t no stress homie, get knocked down, no problem (gang)
and this spanish b-tch call me papi (grrah)
beat the cat up, not stoppin’ (hahaha)
all black, dressed like batman, tell bro it’s time to go robbin’ (free dev)
and we’ve been k!llin’ sh-t, yeah (baow)
i be with them k!llers who gon’ finish it there
and we ain’t doin’ sh-t fair
boy you wanna fight, come fight these bullets then, yeah
he got that work, then gimme that, this ain’t no pitty-pat (gang gang gang gnag)
i be with them wolves that hunt you down, there ain’t no duckin’ that
you’ll be a lost soul, flyin’ around for all that chitty-chat
and when these hollows come and send you down, there ain’t no comin’ back
i know you see a squad full of k!llers, but we got freaky hoes
you know this a corona-free party, so just don’t come with clothes (gang, gang)
feds be tryna get you, they watchin’, you know i’m duckin’ those
eighty thousand bands up on my neck, this sh-t is white and rose (baow, baow, baow)
[chorus]
n-gga talk hot, better move first, n-gga bust a move (what?)
’cause all my n-ggas with the drillin’ sh-t, pop out, know i keep a tool (grrah, grrah)
get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy runnin’ out his shoes (run, run, run, run, run)
let a f-ck n-gga try to flex on me, get shot at with your boo (baow)
yeah, we send a n-gga sky high (what?)
doin’ walk-ups and drive-bys (skrrt)
ain’t no friends up in my gang, n-gga, only brothers with mob ties (baow)
all my dogs, yeah we put in pain n-gga, ain’t no opp n-gga survived (who)
if a f-ck n-gga try to play with ’em, get x’ed out on the spot
got me feelin’ like john gotti

[outro]
got me feelin’ like john gotti
gotti, gotti, gotti (hahaha)

- eli fross

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