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care. Compton's 50 miles but, 
yo, I'm ma get there. Archin my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl 
Lewis I'm bailin' the f**k out. from city
care. Compton's 50 miles but, 
yo, I'm ma get there. Archin my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl 
Lewis I'm bailin' the f**k out. from city
Yo, I block the bronze, the Kid Golden Arms
I tear by shorty, with the Iron Palm of Dragon Breath
Burn through your body, you see about
A head Gotti
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean?
Same
White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap [Kurupt] Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we
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
why y'all know how that go
I was raised Screwed Up Texas, didn't know my direction
Now I'ma state representative, been chose by election
Some said I
at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where y'all at

[Fabolous]
Yo, you must wanna die
From the nigga you testify against
Fabolous make
Ren-incarnate
Dropping West coast shit in every motherfucking state
Motherfucking legend, y'all niggas be knowing
You can leave yo' bitch and keep on going
(Where are you goin' to) Uh

Aye yo what's goin' on y'all (nothin') whats up?
It's a few things you should know so let's touch up (okay)
I was once one
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
a crime, while in the blind of a flyin' saucer
Unidentified object, and dead of the night walkin'
Y'all parkin' I'm sparkin', hard to talk from a coffin'
[Talking: Yo Gotti]
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
I'm a North Memphis
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
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
I told y'all

There was money on the table by the bricks
I was at the kitchen table choppin up some shit
Listenin' to Jeezy and I heard a little
to this
Where ya'll at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll at

Yo, You must wanna die
 From the nigga you testify against
[Daz]
Finta get real in here (word up), don't stop, (yo yo), that nigga daz
(Uh Yeah through kurupt talking)

[Kurupt]
Uh uh uh uh uh uh, Kurupt
So fuck all y'all hoes and yo Chuck pass the jay

Sellin' me out like bitches to make a quick buck
But motherfuckers like y'all just have no luck
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
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
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high

I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Come on let's get high

I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,
I'm ready for war
Napalm bomb strickin' close range I'm raw
You can't star, blinded by the gleam of the par
I teach y'all the Soopafly ways
or maybe Brazil
On the real can you feel me?

Yeah, yeah, set it off
It's Kurupt Young Gotti
Doin it big, for all y'all suckers
We set it off, Snoop