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(feat. Gotti/Q.B./Pheno) [intro] Motherfuckin Gambino's in this bitch again Gotti wit dat motherfuckin nigga QB and P'heno My motherfuckin yung gunz in this motherfucker to [Chorus ] We be New Orleans Threats To New Orleans best, sendin slugs through your crooked ass, cops vests [x4] [Gotti] Fuck New Orleans best, I be New Orleans threats And I put dat on my motherfuckin last breathe I got a team of young breeders dat'll die wit me Melichoir, Regenelli, P'heno, ride wit me Who da fuck these jealious cops just takin us for Pull me over, search my car, they be lookin for war I put aside da superstar shit, because they'll prolly left me scar'd wit some horrable facts, Because i'm black, i'm a tar-get, so reguardless Gotti be involved, is some hard shit Screamin fuck da police, niggaz died in these streets My lil' homie murdered, by these cowards in blue Dressed him in his best suit and layed'em down in his casket And for your foes, don't worry Letras de cancionesI'll barry those bastards, smother their kids wit plastic, turn they house to ashes I'd rather die blastin, den face da courts again Unless i'm facin is death and for my days dats left I'll be New Orleans motherfuckin threat I bet you bitches feel dat [Chorus x4] [QB] All niggaz get caught up, shoot, duck But you can't run nigga, to much stressful shit happened in a dirty city I went from workin on a job to makin platinum hits Having so much on my minds, this about some shit Fuck da police, comin straight from uptown All niggaz don't won' fuck wit these rounds, I loud, I aim, I point, I hit Watch'em, ............. (Gotti- What da fuck u did) droped'em [P'heno] I be a Nolimit nigga til' my casket drops Fuck these judges and these crooked ass bastard cops Da bitches wanna see me rot in jail, i'd rather burn in hell Den doin 10 or 25 in a jail cell Fuck da laws, dem bitches slave me Penitentary raised, da melphamene is what made me Mean muggin, pistol huggin my automatic chrome For crooked cops I dispise, bustin your fuckin domes Dat is my zone, I be a threat until i'm dead and gone Me and Gotti da coco-dawns, til our last song [Chorus x4] [Gotti: Talking] Motherfuckers, how you like that now Bust da back, on you punk ass, fuckin cops I'd rather be da first to blast, for you pull on my ass Man fuck dem man We be New Orleans threats until we dead 'n gone Gambino' representin this motherfucke From Letras Mania