Lyrics Before You Leave - John Gotti

Before you leave here nigga
Make sure you run up them bands
Heard that nigga he a snake so fuck em
Won't even give him a chance
I got some dirt on my hands
Alotta this shit on my mind I cant even say it
Lost a whole lot in these streets &
I learned a whole lot in the streets so I stick to the plan
Try to take something from me I never had nothing so fuck it just cut off his hand
Murder rate high as a bitch I hated that call when my father got shot in his hand
Baltimore taught me a lesson if you ain't from I promise you wont understand
I promise you won't understand
My nigga you won't understand

Street nigga or a working man
Don't even matter you fake
I know a cruel young nigga
He a put one in ya face
Couple of tatts on his face
Keep em a nine on his waste
That boy don't play
Shordy in love wit his 9, & gotta 45
He don't even play 2k
Pulling up round here
We gotta write down ya plates
If it turn into some real shit
My niggas run in ya place
Stay wit a weapon in case
Free all my niggas who solid but lost they case
Money I never would chase
Burn it right now & I know that it's getting replaced
If you my mans we solid forever
Changing up on you that'll be never
I gotta plan to get to cheddar
Right to the top we going together
What I be saying forreal
Been thru so much don't know how to feel
Ima keep grinding still
Don't even care if I get me a mill
Get me a mill but thats not enough
Give me a chance im running it up
Niggas locked down I do it for us
When you make it home we going to lush
I feel ya pain bro
Niggas they switch I'm the same though
Foreign coupe I'm switch lanes though
Rob & miguel they the bang bros

Before you leave here nigga
Make sure you run up them bands
Heard that nigga he a snake so fuck em
Won't even give him a chance
I got some dirt on my hands
Alotta this shit on my mind I cant even say it
Lost a whole lot in these streets &
I learned a whole lot in the streets so I stick to the plan
Try to take something from me I never had nothing so fuck it just cut off his hand
Murder rate high as a bitch I hated that call when my father got shot in his hand
Baltimore taught me a lesson if you ain't from I promise you wont understand
I promise you won't understand
My nigga you won't understand

If you my mans we solid forever
Changing up on you that'll be never
I gotta plan to get to cheddar
Right to the top we going together
What I be saying forreal
Been thru so much don't know how to feel
Ima keep grinding still
Don't even care if I get me a mill
Get me a mill but thats not enough
Give me a chance im running it up
Niggas locked down I do it for us
When you make it home we going to lush
I feel ya pain bro
Niggas they switch I'm the same though
Foreign coupe I'm switch lanes though
Rob & miguel they the bang bros