Artist: D-Gotti 
Album:  Street Sermon 
Song:   What's Due to Me 
Typed by: Lil Hustle 

(*talking*) 
Yeah, know I'm saying 
Bout to do what it do to me baby 
I been mashing a long time man, boys know man 
Boys know mayn, Gotti know I'm saying Lil' D mayn 
'Member that Southlawn, know I'm saying 
All nighters mayn, 24-7 know I'm saying 
I twist the game though baby, still go down though 
Know I'm saying, feel this here 

[D-Gotti] 
It's a sunny day, the climate's real hot 
On the block I move blocks, you know the stone Scott 
One time constantly plot, to keep a nigga in chains 
They know my nickname, a veteran to the game 
'Memba me Lil' D, from the Southlawn tree 
From day one, big wheel up in these motherfucking streets 
Ambitious over wammy, went from nothing to no purpose 
Till the day I get buried, I'ma ball in a hurry 
Nigga with courage is through, then keep a closed lip 
Mama ain't raise no snitch, to where my card bitch 
Keep a dime on me, plus stay in thoed 'fits 
Real niggaz giving cars, man you looking playa kid 
Did what I'm told I follow, a chase to I erase 
For the face of this earth, and let my seed take my place 
Spray a nigga with mace, and give him bout a third a piece 
From his waist to his cheek, start stuff him through the street 
Beat, behind my back seat 
18's kicking like loud, on taking three 
I thank God making me, as a second ghetto profit 
I wish was the first, and I sure hate that we lost him 
Picture that me and him, same song same time 
Street game rhyme, strategic and genuine 
I could only be defined, as divine cause I'm 
The new millennium, example of shine 

[Chorus - 2x] 
Nigga, but get what's due to me 
You think, I'ma let you niggaz feel my pain for free 
Now game could be, purchased at a sto' near you 
You niggaz waited patiently, and I appreciate it too 

[D-Gotti] 
What the fuck, is going on in this world 
Is you a playa, a hater would you kill for a girl 
Shit's played out like a curl, better get you some feddy 
Establish a place to stay, and some A-1 credit 
Been mashing for a minute, now I'm confident I'm ready 
Still replay scenes in my head, on the block stretch 
Nothing but the past steady, past hope he went to heaven 
Trying to shake this devil, stanging from that won't sever 
Been in prison is never, been my thang but I slip 
Came back same cat, game sharp as the shit 
Hard as a dick, bout to hit off with click 
Ain't never had shit, nigga how could I forget 
Niggaz hit fifty g's, they relaxing and satisfied 
I sell a hundred thousand independent, top five top five 
Give me mine finna go down, I'm in the streets 
With the crooks cooking books, banging seventy out a key 
Sending letters to my G's, to keep em from losing they mind 
Cause I know how it go down, when you behind the line 
So you never see the shine, or the freedom of being home 
How you think t-jones feel, knowing her baby life gone 
Shit's crazy strong, I'm labeled a fire dude 
Attitude flagrant and rude, X keep me cool 
Steady packing tools, niggaz gon' hate anyway 
Cause I'm getting plenty paid, balling the fly way feel that 

(*talking*) 
Ah-ha-ha yeah nigga, told ya 
'Memba when we was on the block, know I'm saying 
Moving them thangs, feel me 
I was up there cutting em, know I'm saying 
Flowing boys man, I know you going to the league baby 
Ya feel me, niggaz knew nigga 
Ain't nothing changed, I'm still a young ape you know I'm saying 
Feel that nigga D-Gotti you know I'm saying, Lil' D whatever you wanna call it 
Nigga Sonny Bobo, you feel me 
I'ma get what's due to me in this game nigga 
Cause I'ma mash for it, stay smashing 
Know I'm saying, my baby gotta eat nigga 
She can't eat no promises you feel me, I gotta mash 
It ain't gon' never stop nigga I'm a G, feel that I'm signing out 

[Chorus - 2x]