I like it    I don't like it

Oh, oh, no

A thousand excuses from you, boy, Ive had enough

And I just want you to stop [Murder, Inc.]

No more love


What you b****es want from a n****

Jumpin in the truck thats rimmed out with a Boss

with bucks

But my minds on my figures

Cause once I give you a nut, you get the cut once I

toss you up

Huh, your name who, whatever, Im Gotti

A made n**** with killers and big bodies

All I got for a trick is the slum

I could make a b**** rich from a song


I dont appreciate the way that youve been actin

lately

I cant believe that you would turn around and try to

play me

I know about that chick you met last night at club

Nikkis

And then you had the nerve to come home late and try

to sex me


Oh, oh, no (Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no)

A thousand excuses from you, boy, Ive had enough (Oh,

Ive had enough)

And I just want you to stop (Baby)

No more love


I know it hurt me when you said, "The next time Ill

be leavin"

You think your game is so tight, you wouldnt get

caught out there creepin

Im not your freak, dont play me cheap, Im tellin

you its over

And when you see me on the streets, dont speak to me,

its over


Oh, oh, no (Oh, no, oh, no, no, oh)

A thousand excuses from you, boy, Ive had enough (Oh,

Ive had enough, yeah, yeah)

And I just want you to stop (Baby)

No more love


All my ladies say {F*** you, Gotti}

F*** yall too

Im tired of lyin, Im tired of denyin

Im tired of trying, Im tired of the games

And I aint playin, yall know what Im sayin

If yall buyin, man, Im lyin

Every single word, man, this is true

And what Ill do to you, what Ill do to you

Ill run through you,