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Stop Snitchin', Stop Lyin' (Game) · She Lyin' (Skip James) · Lyin' & Cheatin' (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cryin', Lyin', Lovin' and Leavin' (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Irv Gotti Presents: The Murderers (The Murderers) · Irv Gotti Presents: The Murderers [Clean] (The Murderers) · Dillinger & Young Gotti (Tha Dogg Pound) · Irv Gotti Presents: The Remixes (Irv Gotti) · Irv Gotti Presents: The Murderers (The Murderers) · Irv Gotti Presents: The Inc. (Irv Gotti) – and 90 other albums »


[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
yo gotti
(Say what you want but the numbers don't lie)
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man

Ya had me stressin
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man

Ya
up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
you out your motherfucking mind
You could see the shit I'm doing, if you was blind
Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine

[Yo Gotti]
What am I to do
Already, 
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down, 
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
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
slowed it down, chop-chopped it too
Got blades on the bus, candy paint on the truck
If you want to know what's in my cup

[Chorus]

[D-Gotti]
Now,
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
California way
Speakin' with a stranger lyin' by the pool
Dying to be near you 
Oh we look so cool!
Yes we do!
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
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
then Black Suprems on a nigga head 
I'm BAD!, the type of nigga fuck with you Bad! 
I fuck over ya, DROWN ya with yo stupid ass! 
I'm askin', why I
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
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
Already, 
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down, 
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
guillotine see, 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
streets

A few weeks back I robbed a nigga for a ki
Kickin it on the block, slingin' d to o-p-e
Yo, runnin' from the five-o, you think this shit is
of the George ave do work in the lab
Test my experiments out on the ave
They got you thinkin' but they lyin' anyways
So when they gossipin' about us they got
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
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
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,