I'm Back - Kaysha

And y’all bitch ass niggas gotta beat it.

Just to let y’all know nigga…

I’m Back!

Keepin' it real gangsta’d up… and bitches get banged on too… bitch

I’m Back!

Where ya at?

Back home

Where ya headed?

To the hood

What you up to?

No good, motherfucker!

Llac’s ain’t never scraped like it

Hopped up jumped and ran away like it

Wrapped up in rope and yellow tape like it

Never was collected, never was respected

Never was ejected, just up and left it

Socked niggas decrepit, nigga I’m Back!

Mini 14's selected nigga, I’m Back!

Select your selections nigga, I’m Back!

Mark up the sections nigga, I’m Back!

Napalm and auto, hell in Acapulco

Fuck international, I’m Death Row loco

With a trigger man and a Death Row logo again

And all permits are passed to go loco again

I can spritz, I can skitz and I spits like vipers

Gotti’s a sniper, nigga I spits like gatlings

With a new Commander-in-Chief that appointed me Captain

A walking semi-auto, Ricardo the Great

Going bananas, bonkers as baboons and apes

I love the homies;

just tell me whether the homies love me?

Positioning myself to a higher degree

Remember me?

Calico Jerome, motherfucker

Teflon took the tone, motherfucker

C’mon lift your face, chest up, and your chin

Hold it steady, tell the homies, hold up

Don’t slap them cos I’ma be the first one to throw bombs at em

And I’ma be the first one to throw a chrome in em

And I’ma be the first one to thunderdome with em

Nigga, this is Kurupt Young Gotti in case you don’t know me

This ain’t for the homies this is for my enemies only!

I’m in Vegas with Vegas, motherfucker

Gangstaz smashing through Vegas motherfuckers

Let me show you something that you never seen before

Gangsta’d up on the eastcoast with chucks on the floor, motherfucker

Yeah motherfucker, shut the fuck up let’s go heads motherfucker

Oh you think the shit here is a game

Like the fire and torch when I spit the flame

Like the angle you’re at ain’t really your aim

Like when you see the mist this definitely ain’t your aim

Like, I’m really sposed to interact with lames?

Young Gotti Against the Grain, motherfucker

And all you bitches, eat a dick.

See me on the streets, ya dig?

(Young Gotti’ll tell 'em)

You hoes, you hoes, you bitches…

It’s Kurupt!

Young Gotti, motherfuckers, Young Gotti

And y’all know who I’m talking to, I’ma see y’all…

I’ma see y’all at the next awards show, punks!