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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
to December
I don't need a band to get behind and stand
"yo pooh" ,what

Rock the beat with you hand(scratch)

Pooh plays drums (scratch freestyle)

Ko rock
freedom by the thugshit"
Sabac "scratch" I speak militant "scratch" They only talking coz I live it
"scratch" Rap-gentles "scratch" best in the fucking
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
and peel your cap 

Release from the clinic and now I'm looking for a body 

Strapped to the matt like a black John Gotti 

Ruthless as fuck and my eyes
Ba-bom, boom, aoowww, heh
I`m blast the cold blast, I`m back to cold blast
*scratch* from the Squad tower
(Yo don`t erase that intro!)
things may fall
The wrong way
You'll be lying there
Waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear
Got holes and shit

Pam can I get a little scratch right
can put your hands up
But it don't stands up
So bring your mans up
Anybody, yo, I shot em with the shotie
Word to Gotti, I need a puddy
I'm shittin, my
Yo, if you could start your life from scratch (Uh) 

Rewind time and still go back (All Out) 

What would you change in the way that you live today
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
on yo' car
Let's travel far, tha southern star shines
Power, power, I come gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put tha SWATS SWATS
me.....
I like to make funky beats and record 'em....
The scratch....th-th-the scratch...
I got two great partners standing by me....


ANDYCAT:	Take
[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
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
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out

A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
Spill 9's like fluid, do it like some G's
They know me from Columbian streets to Portugeese, 
(nigga how you figga)
I got mo scratch than flea's, 
I
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
from, ATL
Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far, tha southern star shines

Verse Two: Dre

Everybody wanna get signed, but (here to tell
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
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane

I just call her boo 
I don't know her whole name 
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
[Prodigy] 
yeah yeah whatever kid, whatever kid 
yo, yo, the chronicles of a criminal cat who hold gat 
and bust back at trash ass cats who scratch 
leave big
or no clucker, but ready to hustle
With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders
Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja
Cause cowards despise, soldiers we
like administrative lockin'
Marble face poetry poverty hard
Perform like the ? 
We went from allies to enemies 
Stingin' like centipedes 
Sit around
tryin' to slave the babies

Hey yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in
Brooklyn
All this while he let the fiends cook it
The base