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Little Sir Echo, how yo you do?
Hello! (Hello!) Hello! (Hello!)
Little Sir Echo, we'll answer you
Hello! (Hello!) Hello! (Hello!)
Hello! (Hello
Little Sir Echo
How yo you do?
Hello
(Hello)
Hello
(Hello)

Little Sir Echo
We'll answer you
Hello
(Hello)

Hello
(Hello)
Hello
(Hello)
Hello
(Hello
[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
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
These are the only child blues
The only child blues
The only child who? yo yo yo

Back once again, hello it's yo' favorite mellow schizo
The pavement
The shit with this bitch
Yo I said I'm calling you B.
Yo B it's the phone
Yo B.

"May I help you?"
"Yes what's your name?"
"Hello?"
"Hello
The shit with this bitch
Yo I said I'm calling you be
Yo be it's the phone
Yo be

"May I help you?"
"Yes what's your name?"
"Hello?"
"Hello
[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
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
[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
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see,
wonderin'
How that punk Ice Cube got his ass beat by ATL!

Yo! Dat nigga was sayin' he from Compton, he ain't from Compton
He from a planet called:
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby

(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
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
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby

(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby

(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby

(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby

(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
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
[Verse One: Big Boi]
Under-cover, over da hills and through tha woods I go
Like green lights, a southern n**** that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no
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
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