No Witness lyrics

[Intro:]
Ricky Racks
Izzie on da Beat

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I be smokin like the hippys, these n*ggas ain't f*ckin with me
They know my name in the city, we been f*ckin these lil b*tches
Don't you forget to clean all them dirty dishes
Whippin up birds right up in the kitchen
Play with my money, it's goin be a killin
Don't get offended, we don't leave no whitness

[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
First of all, I am a stunner
I'm with Stoney, and I got that long hair
I say no to the b*tch, you can't run here
Don't care if it's your b*tch, I'm pushin up on her
All I need is two freaks
I got two 60s with me
I'm Yak Gotti, I got the heat
We really demolish the beat
You be workin, boy, you workin for Meech
Trappin, boy, you ain't survin sh*t
You just rap, get your ass out the street
Man, I'm Gotti, don't you forget
Pour up a four, then call up some b*tches
Roll up four more, cause they still with the sh*t
I dare you walk up on me with that f*ck sh*t
No, you not ready for the consequences
Man, we gettin licks, and we gettin hits
No Santa Claus, but we come through your chimany
No John Walker, but I got this C with me
Thinkin of runnin up, you can forget it
Shoot 'm, I shoot 'm, lil b*tch
Shoot 'm, shoot 'm, I shoot 'm again
No questions bout Duke and Thugger, they with it
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I be smokin like the hippys, these n*ggas ain't f*ckin with me
They know my name in the city, we been f*ckin these lil b*tches
Don't you forget to clean all them dirty dishes
Whippin up birds right up in the kitchen
Play with my money, it's goin be a killin
Don't get offended, we don't leave no whitness

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
f*ck with the real, can't sit round with no fake
Talk behind your back, but plot right by your face
Runnin through hundreds, but then I erase
Put a price on your head, then I'm ballen in Vagis
YSL A Team, we are not Treyway
Aim at us, we bust like pagers
You are not poppin, if you don't got haters
They writin articles bout me in Fader
Puttin that sh*t on, don't even start
Now I hear it, they talkin that sh*t
Young n*gga, 14 years old with the cannon
Plus I'm quick to pull right off to the mansion
Who would've known that I'd live in a mantion
Pretty b*tches with me, and they some dancers
Gotta an account, that money come faster
My n*ggas get you, then disappear like Casper
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I be smokin like the hippys, these n*ggas ain't f*ckin with me
They know my name in the city, we been f*ckin these lil b*tches
Don't you forget to clean all them dirty dishes
Whippin up birds right up in the kitchen
Play with my money, it's goin be a killin
Don't get offended, we don't leave no whitness