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[Hook]

It all started out at a I&E fest

When Grip told Gotti to bump his best

He said 'Go Go Gotti, Go Go Go Gotti

Go Go Gotti, Go Go Go Gotti'


Go Gotti go

That's all I know

It started out

In a small project, where i was turning it out

Credit for Grip

He never tripped, he kept it real

Had the bankroll and the knowledge, and I had the skill

I was twelve years old, Grip was fourteen

Grip was gettin' work, I was servin' fiends

I been a wigsplitter, slash money-go-getter

Ever since I was a itty-bitty lil nigga

Thank I was the wisest youngster out there hustlin'

Twelve year old kid on the block cuffin'

Packs in my ass and rocks under my tongue

Gotti ain't doing drugs cause Gotti ain't gettin' sprung

Rappin' came eazy

It was a gift, that I got from Jeezy



I told you once, and you didn't believe me

Now with the help of Grip, it cost to see me

I'm a thug and drugs is what I live by

So if I speak it I mean it, cause I don't liz-ie

When I turned fifteen, I had ten G's

Me and Grip colaborated and bought a key

And for a hobby, you know I was rappin'

But never thought that this CD shit would happen

I dropped my first album, they went crazy

And at random I was fuckin' these nigga's ladies

Don't play no games, and please don't criticize me

Who had a hundred G's, my age, beside me?

I went to school with platinum chains, and platinum grills

A sports car, a big truck on twenty wheels

You won't believe the shit, that I done been through

The cats I roll wit, and who I'm kin to, I'm kin to



Hook until end
[Hook]      It all started out at a I&E fest      When Grip told Gotti to bump his best      He said 'Go Go Gotti, Go Go Go Gotti      Go Go Gotti, Go Go Go Gotti'         Go Gotti go      That's all I know      It started out      In a small project, where i was turning it out      Credit for Grip      He never tripped, he kept it real      Had the bankroll and the knowledge, and I had the skill      I was twelve years old, Grip was fourteen      Grip was gettin' work, I was servin' fiends      I been a wigsplitter, slash money-go-getter      Ever since I was a itty-bitty lil nigga      Thank I was the wisest youngster out there hustlin'      Twelve year old kid on the block cuffin'      Packs in my ass and rocks under my tongue      Gotti ain't doing drugs cause Gotti ain't gettin' sprung      Rappin' came eazy      It was a gift, that I got from Jeezy            I told you once, and you didn't believe me      Now with the help of Grip, it cost to see me      I'm a thug and drugs is what I live by      So if I speak it I mean it, cause I don't liz-ie      When I turned fifteen, I had ten G's      Me and Grip colaborated and bought a key      And for a hobby, you know I was rappin'      But never thought that this CD shit would happen      I dropped my first album, they went crazy      And at random I was fuckin' these nigga's ladies      Don't play no games, and please don't criticize me      Who had a hundred G's, my age, beside me?      I went to school with platinum chains, and platinum grills      A sports car, a big truck on twenty wheels      You won't believe the shit, that I done been through      The cats I roll wit, and who I'm kin to, I'm kin to            Hook until end