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
Hook
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
Hook
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
Hook until end
