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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
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the best at that shit
So bitches explain this
We ride dick so well, head game from hell
I love making them yell, my name
Rule
that proceed to run it
Rule' for prez cause I'm one of the best that done it
On the M-I, these niggaz spittin' semi, to get by
But never really get
and Star baby pah
Def Squad be the best by far
I rock New York then Motown like
Yup, my name rings bells, bells
This year I'm confident so yo homes watch
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock

A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
We doing this baby,
Oh shit!
What the fuck happened
Nah man, Nah 
Nah this what I'm a do
I'm a get on the phone one time
Stupid, yo, eh yo
Eh
[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey want to see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed

Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
identity was born
And no, this ain't a movie, dog
This is murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
And you need a second for me

Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just
identity was born
And no, this ain't a movie, dog
This is murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
And you need a second for me

Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just
to say that new song
by Phats, Kurupt, the R.O.C.- it's off the hook baby. Keep banging it

[Radio DJ]
WBALLS, WBALLS, WBALLS
What more can we have
the club, but that bitch you
My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas
You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's
Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
Yo, yo, Wu-Tang Clan, still fatter
Off the datas, for, my father gonna get home by now
And Uncle Justice, we gotta hurry up
Do this video, Wu-Tang
we be them southern playas
Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now
You up to par and ready fo yo lesson
I got an ounce
about beef
So.. all that ricker ricker seeis
The streets ain't only talking, but they whispering about we
(what)gotti got a key, and boo got a lot of weed
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
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
see everybody in the building, my nigga L, 
My nigga Gab, my whole Murder Inc. mob, 
Yo, you know how we do, yo, yo all my niggas

This here is
We don't do no kissing, no kissing, no kissing
We don't do no kissing, no kissing, no kissing
Don't know where yo' mouth be, but I know where it
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
king of that
The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that
The 4th comin', don't look now there's more comin'
And we all stunners with lil'
a prayer, I swear

[Chorus:]

You know...I give love to all my niggaz
Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga
I nigga Prim, we with you niggaz
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby

[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
(wood)
But I don't recognize the busta
So I hit up the hood, wit one hand on the heater
The other in the air, Dogg Pound gangsta's yo, we don't care
I
(wood)
But I don't recognize the busta
So I hit up the hood, wit one hand on the heater
The other in the air, Dogg Pound gangsta's yo, we don't care
I