In Gotti We Trust

(album: Streetlights - 2010)

[Xzibit:]
TRS Morton. Kurupt. Young Gotti. 8th Wonder of the world. AAAAAAAAA

Look... I'm shitting on niggas. Magnum rock hot live with Prada attire. Fire starter from barter
Carve a live wire. Fly all fire. Sire murder for hire. I'm smashing on niggas
Half way to eliminator brevetting interrogate sass nate third gate blasting on niggas
Four blocks flipping dipping spazing on niggas
Niggas. Niggas. I'm like fuck ya'll niggas
Slow motion coasting ocean water flow so out of the ordinary canary diamond exquisite listen to wizardry the ever wizard extensive pimping.
I'm sick of this shit. Time to get another whip and get another bitch
Time to flip another king and flip another bitch so the bitches friend can make them both suck a niggas dick

[Xzibit:]
AAA. King pen Kurupt. The federal we serve in Gotti we trust. We hit them up like (bird call like whistle)
What's cracking. You get no love. No passes. No action. That's what popping. What it is. What's happening.
Ganstas smash for respect. Fuck asking. The last man laughing. The last man standing. Fuck Young Gotti with a cannon. God dammit let's get it!

Look. You can line em all up. Remind them all what the fuck Kurupt done off this terroristic mental lyrical past time spitting darts at your heart.
What ya'll spitting is asinine. Yeah. A Yo its no doubt. Your ho is scream and a shout
I turn this muth fucka out. I'm chromed up and ready. I'm bullet proof and heavy artillery
My chevy I'm steady rocking. I'm ready baby. Ain't nobody gon stop this feeling
Dumping thunder bumping common suits and villains. They got me under surveillance cantons interchanging and radiating and vaguing
Push and go in which we waiting electrifying them slept on. Stepped on. Creeping, crept on but I'm ready
Knife ya vice ya your ice is nice. I slash and slice. I paid the price. I'll take your life. Mutha fucka!!! Fucka, fucka, fucka