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[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
ass, y'all just communists
Got the Soviet Union bombin this

Yo I use my real name, cause I'm that nigga
Thirteen years in the game, cause I'm that nigga
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!

[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]

[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
Irv Gotti
Game back on his shit, I'm enemies with everybody
Game cook crack, transform to Yayo
The new Suge Knight nigga, minus the K, yo!
I keep
[Intro: Big Moe]
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side
a ass full of thunder 
The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough 
And baby ain't old enough 
For this game I'm rollin' up 
De-zamn it feels good to be
and friends I gotta do for
So ride wit me through these cold ass street
And you know how the winter get, you better hold heat
We only know murder, we don't know
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!

[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]

[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
the game - cause I'm that nigga
Yo I still rock the same - cause I'm that nigga
Uh-huh, I rap insane - cause I'm that nigga
Aiyyo don't mess around - cause
Part III, Gotti Gambino 
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace 

[Chorus]

Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips 
You seein clips
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
of thunder
The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough
And baby ain't old enough
For this game I'm rollin' up
De-zamn it feels good to be the don
Straight legit,
My nigga Buck 3000 over here, you know, 
My nigga Gotti, the Princess, Momma, what's up baby? ha ha, 
Brooklyn son, what up what up? 
My nigga
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
Part III, Gotti Gambino 
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace 

[Chorus]

Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips 
You seein clips
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
[Ja Rule]
Gotti, here we go again, yo

Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggas I'm born
The future problem's, kicking and carrying
con niggas in the game today
Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie?
What if Sammie never ratted Gotti?
What if New York without Giuliani?
What if
with that sign
It's a cold thing,
You got the game fuck up
Brown nose and every other nigga rich,
Like a broke bitch
Excuse me miss, yeah you
You need
holla at yo' peoples nigga..

[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow'
Like
try to run, that makes it even more fun
I just cold lamp and vamp you with the shotgun
Cops try to flex.. but guns they'll never find..
My Lethal
the town down tryin to throw me with Gotti
Under the ground

[Fat Joe]
Yo niggas call me Joe the Don
Been in this rap game for nine years and going strong
clout, niggas runnin' they mouth
It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin'
Askin' all you cats in this game yo what's happenin'
Hoes talk