Gotten lyrics

Artist  : Da Wild Boyz 
Song : Gotten



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 Shit, right back at y'all again
It's da one they call woodie
still at it ain't nothin changed, like i said
?????
Let's go get'em records
Wild boyz downtown as well
T-Bone on the track y'all know what time it is

Chorus: repeat 2X

You got rope round your neck, duct tape on ya
wrist
Pistol whips til ya scared, now here comes my
diss

[Da Wild Boyz]
You tried to win a warfare, now try to pill a
whellchair
f**k around and sit there, you'll get drilled and
killed there
I gives a f**k bout you bit*hes ya'll just hot
cause I'm cold
Look I've been talking to you bit*hes, 
but ain't on no street song
Juvenile I know ya, B.G. don't make me come show
ya
You like to bling-a-ling, I like to stay with
rein
Bit*h y'all thank I cain't prove it, set the date
and let's do it
Set ya stage on fire, watch a wetboy run through
it
See Reggie be bustin head, a gangsta bout bustin
head
K.C. be bustin head, Juve be suckin head
B.Geezy B.Geezy, you a real junky fo sheezy
Boy ya lips stay swoll, black, sleezy, and greasy
All that motherf**kin rappin, on gangsta murder
weapons
We pimp ya whole f**kin label, but uhh that why I
just keep it
I've got nothin but love fo ya Baby
the way you pimpin your artist ?????
Man you sold dope all ya life, 
got popped flipped the script started rappin that
right

*Chorus*

How can gangstas make a million, in peace
But y'all rappin in motherf**kin business in da
streets
I don't hate ya Baby it ain't that critical
I just flip ya arist cause pitiful
junky is what they are, drivin nothin but jive
cars
Real solja behind bar, won't say ya name but they
are
You like to rap all day, well bring your beef my
way
You like to ?? when you was real, more or less my
cable bill
Up and nigga let's bet, I won't even break a
sweat
I'ma take your Rolex the first round
Hot Boys want somethin and get wet
Won't say I'm thuggin when I wasn't, 
sayin I got it when I doesn't
Look to me that's not healthy
Claiming your rich when your not wealthy
Get ya mind right Lil' Wayne, B.G. leave that
sh*t alone
Pull ya pants up on your ass, and carry ya young
as* home
I'ma say it one more time, bit*h you gets no love
"Junkies gets what junkies does"
Boy I catch you slippin I'ma beat ya like a hoe
Have ya friends weepin ??????? metro
Girl that Juvenile ain't know that he was on fire
Exploded in ???? water, knock black magic off his
tires
????? come ride through my hood
So I can clean ya dirty world and super soak you
good
B.Geezy what'ch say, you cain't wait to see
little Aunt Tizzy
It's a must I keep it real, you got that look
that's easy
It's a dirty world and you bit*hes losin
You cain't do nothing about it cause I'ma keep
you blusin
You cain't make good songs cause I'ma do you
wrong
I'll take ya hit, flip yo sh*t and make my
pockets strong
It's a dirty world and you bit*hes losin
You cain't do nothing about it cause I'ma keep
you blusin
You can't make good songs cause I'ma do you wrong
I'll take your hit flip yo sh*t and make you move
on
Yeah I see ya as* ridin dirty up my block
but if you stop you'll get drop with da glock all
tops
I see you rolling in your compressor
I snatch that as* Hot Boyz one lesser
I see you rolling in your compressor
I snatch that as* Hot Boyz one lesser
Yes bra

*Chorus*