I Gotcha
Cory Gunz ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics
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Cory Gunz:
What you niggaz know 'bout this
I'ma get the spot jumpin' on some all-out shit
Making all my thug niggaz wanna call out shit
Snatch ya bitch and have ya on some fall-out shit
You lil' niggaz is targets
Too hard to figure who triggers he dodgin'
Tell the fire marshall, call the squadron
Me, I'm quite alright, off from Dodgers
Pack your paper, bitch I went back for your pardon
I done hung with the brothers from Hollygrove come for the summer
Them shotties blow, bodies go from the numbers ya hear me
No sweat, to me this is easy
Cuz all the help, I squeeze it and please it
I reps New York, young, fly Sinatra
Yeah apply the hatin', I supply the docks now
Hook
Cory Gunz:
Weezy F., you lines crack homie, I gotcha
You tryna get out without a scratch homie, I gotcha
Yep, and I shot ya
Yep, and I wrote ya
Yep, and we gotcha
Yep, now it's over
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Lil' Wayne:
I tell 'em get off my dick, you niggaz can't fuck with me
It's Lil' Wayne and company
You come at me wrong, just another R.I.P. song
One time equals three, Bubba Black be home
Matter fact, I'm on, whoever want it, come on
Come on, come on baby let's see bone tone
Bootleg, ya knuckle blade come outta ya leg
Have the whole block mad like you killed Cornbread
Fuck the feds, and you can tell 'em what I said
Fuck a rat, and you can smell 'em when they dead
I tell it like it is
We used to have to spend the whole day choppin' up and now we sell it like it is
We sell it out the fridge
We wrap 'em up in baby strollers, and I know a bitch with 17 kids
So fuck you ain't feelin' me
I'm a Cash Money Millionaire literally
Fuck y'all
Hook
Verse 3
Cory Gunz & Lil' Wayne:
Cory Gunz:
It's like, when them rain clouds was above
You couldn't pay anybody to show a nigga love
But now I'm gettin' dug by the real juvenile thugs
On the Island with them toothbrushes comb'll stab slugs
The roughneck types call oxes, Deuce-Deuces
Don't know what the definition of truce is
To lose it nigga you stupid
I'm wit' a movement so ruthless the O.G.'s with stripes'll feel like they got blue shit
Lil' Wayne:
Yo Stunna, and I'm fuckin' with Gunna
I'm hot like I'm fuckin' the summer, or bun in a oven
Thou who cometh shall be punished
Dead, gone, run this
Up in this year, ay Young Co' I had to switch my image
Need to presidate the more folkers don't percentage
Him and his politicians, they got sentenced
Whoever in here not strapped they not with me, yeah
Hook
The song "I Gotcha" by Cory Gunz ft. Lil Wayne is a boastful track filled with bravado and aggressive energy. The lyrics in the first verse suggest that Gunz is confident in his ability to make the venue come to life with his performance. He boasts about having the power to steal another man's girl and watching his enemies fall. He also implies that he's well-connected, referencing Weezy Baby who, as Lil Wayne points out in the following verse, is himself.
Lil Wayne's verse, much like the opening verse, is a string of threats and boasts. He warns anyone who crosses him, they'll be made into a memory with a R.I.P. song, which is becoming quite a common theme. He goes on to brag about his wealth and his affiliation with Cash Money Records. The third verse is a collaboration between the two artists, and it sees them continuing to flex their lyrical muscles. Gunz talks about his rough upbringing and his experiences in prison. Wayne, on the other hand, raps about the harsh reality of his life on the streets and the consequences he's faced because of it.
Overall, "I Gotcha" is a typical rap song that showcases the artists' ability to spit rhymes filled with bravado and aggression. The song emphasizes the importance of loyalty and the idea that anyone who betrays them will meet a brutal end.
Line by Line Meaning
What you niggaz know 'bout this
I am the real deal, what do you know about this?
I'ma get the spot jumpin' on some all-out shit
I will liven up the place with my energy
Making all my thug niggaz wanna call out shit
I am so gangsta, even other gangsters are impressed
Snatch ya bitch and have ya on some fall-out shit
I can take your girl and make you feel embarrassed
You lil' niggaz is targets
I see you as weaklings, I can target you easily
Too hard to figure who triggers he dodgin'
It's hard to identify who's shooting because they evade detection
Call your sergeant, Weezy Baby cause an arson
Call for reinforcement because Lil' Wayne will set things on fire
Tell the fire marshall, call the squadron
The fire is so big that they need a lot of firefighters to put it out
Me, I'm quite alright, off from Dodgers
I'm doing well and I don't need to take drugs
Pack your paper, bitch I went back for your pardon
I have a lot of money and I can bribe my way out of trouble
I done hung with the brothers from Hollygrove come for the summer
I've spent time with Lil' Wayne's friends from his hometown
Them shotties blow, bodies go from the numbers ya hear me
Guns are fired and people die in large numbers
No sweat, to me this is easy
Killing people is easy for me
Cuz all the help, I squeeze it and please it
I make the most of the real and illegal help that I have
I reps New York, young, fly Sinatra
I represent New York with style and swagger like Frank Sinatra
Yeah apply the hatin', I supply the docks now
I don't care if people hate me, I have a lot of wealth and power now
Weezy F., you lines crack homie, I gotcha
Lil' Wayne's rhyming is impressive, I've got his back
You tryna get out without a scratch homie, I gotcha
I will protect you and make sure you come out unharmed
Yep, and I shot ya
I wounded or killed someone
Yep, and I wrote ya
I wrote a song about killing or hurting someone
Yep, and we gotcha
We will keep you safe and secure
Yep, now it's over
The danger has passed, everything is done
I tell 'em get off my dick, you niggaz can't fuck with me
I am so good that people are envious and can't compete with me
It's Lil' Wayne and company
I am Lil' Wayne, and I have talented people on my team
You come at me wrong, just another R.I.P. song
If you challenge me, you will end up dead and I will write a song about it
One time equals three, Bubba Black be home
There are consequences to any action, and Bubba Black is serving time in jail now
Matter fact, I'm on, whoever want it, come on
I am ready and willing to fight anyone who challenges me
Come on, come on baby let's see bone tone
Let's fight and see who is stronger
Bootleg, ya knuckle blade come outta ya leg
I will use any weapon that I have, even a homemade one
Have the whole block mad like you killed Cornbread
My violent actions will make everyone angry and create chaos
Fuck the feds, and you can tell 'em what I said
I don't like the police or the government, and I am not afraid to say it
Fuck a rat, and you can smell 'em when they dead
I hate people who snitch, and I am glad when they get killed
I tell it like it is
I am honest and straightforward about my feelings and opinions
We used to have to spend the whole day choppin' up and now we sell it like it is
We used to work hard to make drugs, but now we sell them easily
We sell it out the fridge
We keep our drugs in the fridge and sell them quickly
We wrap 'em up in baby strollers, and I know a bitch with 17 kids
We hide our drugs in baby strollers to avoid getting caught, and I know a woman with many children who buys drugs from us
So fuck you ain't feelin' me
I don't care if you don't like me or my music
I'm a Cash Money Millionaire literally
I am actually a millionaire from Cash Money Records
Fuck y'all
I don't like any of you
It's like, when them rain clouds was above
It was a dark and difficult time
You couldn't pay anybody to show a nigga love
No one cared about me or showed me any respect
But now I'm gettin' dug by the real juvenile thugs
Now, young gangsters look up to me and pay attention to me
On the Island with them toothbrushes comb'll stab slugs
I am in prison, and the other inmates have improvised weapons
The roughneck types call oxes, Deuce-Deuces
Gangsters use different terms and nicknames for weapons
Don't know what the definition of truce is
I don't believe in stopping the violence and making peace
To lose it nigga you stupid
If you don't fight back, you are weak and stupid
I'm wit' a movement so ruthless the O.G.'s with stripes'll feel like they got blue shit
I am part of a dangerous and merciless gang that even the older and more experienced gangsters fear
Yo Stunna, and I'm fuckin' with Gunna
I am talking to Birdman, and I am friends with Cory Gunz
I'm hot like I'm fuckin' the summer, or bun in a oven
I am very popular and attractive like the summer or a pregnant woman
Thou who cometh shall be punished
Anyone who challenges me will be punished
Dead, gone, run this
If you die, you lose and I win
Up in this year, ay Young Co' I had to switch my image
This year, I had to change my appearance and persona
Need to presidate the more folkers don't percentage
I need to plan strategically and not waste my resources
Him and his politicians, they got sentenced
My enemies and their supporters have been punished
Whoever in here not strapped they not with me, yeah
If you don't have a weapon, you are not my ally or friend
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