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[Chorus]

[Yo Gotti]
Back in the day, used to cut the five off of twenties
Back in the day, I used to cut the two off of tens
Back in
it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said

[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said

[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said

[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
off my Champion hood, slow motion
All arm bent off the potion
Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open
It was over laid up in the cut
I heard
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
a crook nigga
But God love us hood niggas

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Day by day by day I sit back and pray
My thugs get packed away, in a maxi-cage
They pass
(wood)
But I don't recognize the busta
So I hit up the hood, wit one hand on the heater
The other in the air, Dogg Pound gangsta's yo, we don't care
I
(wood)
But I don't recognize the busta
So I hit up the hood, wit one hand on the heater
The other in the air, Dogg Pound gangsta's yo, we don't care
I
So I hit up the hood, wit one hand on the heater
The other in the air, Dogg Pound gangsta's yo, we don't care
I gots to watch myself especially my
a cold day in Miami
Before I snitch on myself or the hood, you understand me?
Ya I fuck with the Bulls but I ain't Sammy
Niggas run around the hood
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Young Gotti, Against the Grain. Holocaust 92's started!
And why'all bitch ass niggaz gotta beat it. Just to let why'all know nigga... I'm Back!
Keepin'
See in my hood, we got monkey bars and candy cars
I'm the man right here, everybody know my name in my hood
They call me Pak Man, shorty

In my hood
spent
Took your papes out your pocket and just stood out
The focus, the portrait of the artist as a hoods-up

[MC Serch]
Portrait planned it back in
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...

[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
fly (Yo Gotti)
Got me and yo baby mama (Mon E. G.)
Sittin off in tha sky (Yo Gotti)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey Ross (Rick
And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki
Well you're green and you're iffy
I'm clean and I'm spiffy
If they lock me up today I'll be back in
back in a jiffy
All my niggaz that's wit me
All my bitches are picky
To ride around that's right on time
Bitch you know it's tricky
Take a hit
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you