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letra de new orleans threats - gambino family

[intro]
motherf-ckin gambino’s in this b-tch again
gotti wit dat motherf-ckin n-gg- qb and p’heno
my motherf-ckin yung gunz in this motherf-cker to

[chorus ]
we be new orleans threats
to new orleans best, sendin slugs through your crooked -ss, cops vests
[x4]

[gotti]
f-ck new orleans best, i be new orleans threats
and i put dat on my motherf-ckin last breathe
i got a team of young breeders dat’ll die wit me
melichoir, regenelli, p’heno, ride wit me
who da f-ck these jealious cops just takin us for
pull me over, search my car, they be lookin for war
i put aside da superstar sh-t, 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-t
screamin f-ck da police, n-gg-z 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 b-st-rds, 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 death and for my days dats left
i’ll be new orleans motherf-ckin threat
i bet you b-tches feel dat

[chorus x4]

[qb]
all n-gg-z get caught up, shoot, duck
but you can’t run n-gg-, to much stressful sh-t 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-t
f-ck da police, comin straight from uptown
all n-gg-z don’t won’ f-ck wit these rounds, i loud, i aim, i point, i hit
watch’em, …………. (gotti- what da f-ck u did) droped’em

[p’heno]
i be a nolimit n-gg- til’ my casket drops
f-ck these judges and these crooked -ss b-st-rd cops
da b-tches wanna see me rot in jail, i’d rather burn in h-ll
den doin 10 or 25 in a jail cell
f-ck da laws, dem b-tches 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-ckin 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-ckers, how you like that now
bust da back, on you punk -ss, f-ckin cops
i’d rather be da first to blast, for you pull on my -ss
man f-ck dem man
we be new orleans threats until we dead ‘n gone
gambino’ representin this motherf-cke

- gambino family

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