Hook: It's a World War Three, nigga Fuckin' wit me, nigga My niggas wit it, wit it, I&E, nigga World War Three nigga, Fuckin' wit me, nigga My niggas wit it, wit it, WB bitch
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo body boy I got that chopper boy, coming through yo block boy And you can't stop us boy, betta call the coppers boy My niggas wit it, wit it Money, we get it, get it I see my target, regardless I hit it, hit it Bullets ain't got no name Gotti ain't playin' games Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim Situations don't matter, put yo head on a platter Catch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo best? You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you blessed Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a revolution I ain't gone chill, until I get a execution Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a revolution I ain't gone chill, until I get a execution
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So you say you want to break the law What about when I break your jaw? What about, when I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my people, stuntin' wit a Sod-Off I say you want to think, before you do that You don't really want to see me run through that I'm screamin out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?" You say you want to wild out But you don't want to foul out What the fuck you thinkin' bout? See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no tellin' how it turn out I'm bringin' fame to the streets in a proper way Represent I&E each and every day Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you say? My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in your face How many niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga Before the rap game came, me and my niggas Representin' down south Wit plat up in our mouth Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all about Say it again Rewind the shit, Play it again,???, ???, record again Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war again
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I scream attention! (WHO?) If you a I&E solider pay attention! (WHY?) Cause it's some serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?) Go and get that nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?) Don't ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH) That's like having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH) I know you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH) It's all about the sign around my necklace (BITCH) You reckless (BITCH) You had the advantage Now you can't do nothing, but panic Like a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romantic I'm the number one writer Who say that they tighter? That's just like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so energetic And with that slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy I ain't no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy
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