[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
I`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 motherfucker
