yo....

yo....

You know it aint a party
till the ghost of John Gotti
walks in to the Bergen
A roll of cash I'm splurgin
when you hear my last name
I'm the one with the fame
not my son, not gene, not my daughter either
not my grandkids, Lou or that stunad Peter
It's the don who's dapper
boss of bosses of rappers
purple weed got me coughin
sammy's still not in a coffin?
what 's happened in my absence?
Our thing is has -beens
Junior on Oprah and he sang
zips in charge of my gang
guess the mighty fall hard
cause when I first hit the yard
there was only one family in the city that carried all the cards
and the boss didn't walk around in a robe
there's only one don known around the globe
Lukes were all hype, you know that's right,
clowns couldn't kill me and you can put that in your gaspipe
and smoke it like meth,
fuck with Gotti it's your death
John John's back with these bars and I will fuck your bitch mother fucker