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motherfuckin' man

Means, means you a original gangsta
Understand pure motherfuckin' man

Yeah, gangsta shit, Kurupt Young Gotti
Daz Dillinger, Jayo, Face
Fuck
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
[Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door now
(yea)
Holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha,
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
is war
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh
Yeah nigga

Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all
is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****

Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all
in your life
Can you ever get with this

(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
b. dick: oh!

Chorus i: I got candy!
Mo b. dick: I can serve you on the block
Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiend
I got candy!
Mo b. dick: I
make the money come faster man
Yeah

It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's pure cocaine
Trying to blow selling blow, I'm who you fuck with, man
I got
Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest

[Chorus x2]

I was born a bastard, my pops was
come around
A pure ganja man tune
Just a lick from the sound, yeah

Finally the herbs come around
The high grade what man a look for me
Stock it by
by the pound, yeah
When Collie Bud come around
A pure ganja man tune
Just a lick from the sound, yeah

Finally the herbs come around
The high
come around
A pure ganja man tune
Just a lick from the sound, yeah

Finally the herbs come around
The high grade what man a look for me
Stock it by
come from the 'jects, got a gun on the jet, I'm the co-pilot
I hustle that yola, this cocaine music like Yo Gotti
This shit never fail, I'm catchin'
come around
A pure ganja man tune
Just a lick from the sound, yeah

Finally the herbs come around
The high grade what man a look for me
Stock it by
together as one and
Tell the oppressor we'll take no less than
Total justice a social setting yo I'm bettin'
We can stop new world order
Start servin'
with a love jones, watch me son
Global with the local cats that's known trifted in the hell zone
Politic, modern Gotti click, 
Just a matter of time
on the bill
I'm the main event, the headliner
Went from jungle DJ to rhymer
Never thought I would be the big timer
But I still par it like, yo, it's a minor
What up on my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas
Back uptown baby
Lennox Ave.
My Oyas on Broadway all day

Aye yo you love the way I rep black
Step the f
bust a nigga no response
Rest a hater, respirator, no response
Green light, go time
Where yo block? I know mine
So you know, one time, snitch nigga,
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
You ain’t gotta chirp me talking bout some cocaine
Especially referring about some motha fuckin chump change
Dog whats your problem you talking
What up on my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas
Back uptown baby
Lennox Ave.
My Oyas on Broadway all day

Aye yo you love the way I rep black
Step the f
For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah)
John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah)
Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game)
Don't know