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(True)
I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True)
If findin' somebody real is your
right n****, keep your game tight
Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid f*** the fools
We up out of this b**** here

Biatch!
[Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door now
(yea)
Holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha,
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted
Rose, I ain't tearin'
F*** your b****, in front of your chil'ren
See your whip side of my building, yeah
Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her
A lot of n****s is just on the low, chillin
Not botherin nobody, until one motha f***a f*** with em
And then all hell break loose

[Chorus: x 2]
I'm probably gonna get struck by lightning this time

To all the weed that I've smoked
Yo! this blunt's for you
To all the people I've offended
Yeah
know!")
("Look baby")
("Damn!")
("Yo, it's gonna be alright, right?")
("Well OK")

Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ("Give me a kiss!")
After meeting
guillotine see, we be them southern playas
Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now
You up to par and ready fo yo lesson
I got
guys (white girls)
I love you too (Yo Gotti)

We got this motherfucker jumpin off the hinges,
Ni*gas throwing gang signs, b*tches in a frenzy.

Lined up
And be comin' with that s***, I'm just doin' the worse

Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I
sniffing c****
Even if you tried your best, yo, I can spit

F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f***
F*** you, f
guys (white girls)
I love you too (Yo Gotti)

We got this motherfucker jumpin off the hinges,
Ni*gas throwing gang signs, b*tches in a frenzy.

Lined up
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
your b**** and dick the culo
Slam yo' a** and I don't know a lick of judo
Fly to P.R. - stick Menudo
Come back, cop a 6 with two-do'
Cop a brick from
haters off shake them haters off

[Master P]
Yo snoop it's your country uncle master p man
The black Tony Montana I want to tell you
Thank you for
ki's, I sent my nigga fat be's

[Lil' Fame]
Suppose we go in your clothes and take your doughs

[Billy Danze]
After that hit you in your back with
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now
For no formidable fights I've been formed to forget
For Pharoahe fucks familiar foes first
Before fondling female
side
You sayin' "f*** Redman" n**** likewise
This is how I talkin' to your h**, hey
Put it down
	 
[Chorus]

Gillahouse, Gilla
Gotti Click
Yo
another struggle

I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
My daughter use a potty so she's
wanted to f***
So we took it to go, told them don't even plate it
And we never talk too much after I blew up
Just only ‘hello' or ‘happy belated'
And I
wanted to f***
So we took it to go, told them don’t even plate it
And we never talk too much after I blew up
Just only ‘hello’ or ‘happy belated’
And I
gotti, fourth of July your party

Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest n**** in your town" 
a** down in front of everybody

[Chorus]
y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!!

[Mac]
Whoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real
Shell-Shock turn your neighborhood block