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on that tag on yo' toe Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs Son of a hard headed
hustlers naturally born With street smarts Yo Karate it's you and Gotti Y'all lift the weight Me and Noyd, a gemstar hit down on the plate The Mobb niggas
in CB4 Set up a contest, I'm coming I'm taking the dough They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro So don't try me, you better walk by me I'll do
and adopted By the streets but the Gift he brought with him to this world Will effect our outlooks on not only Rap music but on life as well, forever Forever
and redirect and i won't say none Body, body in the trunk next day he missing Probably, probably dumped swimming with the fishes Gotti, gotti done never left no
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?" I duck the party, who said they saw me? Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti They gon' judge your
Part III, Gotti Gambino And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace [Chorus] Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips You seein clips
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what Don't get it fucked
keep on getting mine So eat a dick [Chorus 3: (JoJoPellegrino) Kurupt] What's the verdict yo (Doing me stuck in my grind) Let the globe know (MC
you dig it? You fed you dead see red My lead yo head I fed Like you shit I got rhymes push that shit like weight My nigga Lincoln help me
betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane I just call her boo I think her name is Shawna What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda. I just call
Crib and he's Scotty in it Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it 8 gold chains like it's already in it Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it Don't get
drippin ink Yo bitch pannies in the sink Hit me up Say she wanna link Gas so musty that shit stink Phone vibrate, don't hear no ring (Phone vibrate, don't
ΕRI by OROMA ft Bvybes Oya nah Oya na oya nah oya nah I got a respect for you you play me ojoro girl eh no good oh I dey think I dey burst my mind I
Yo, the saga begins, begin war I draw first blood, be the first to set it off My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws We takin' what's yours, we do
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
in my Chevy 'Vette Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy See the boy, see
Come in lets ride, chill by the tides, official vibes Don't look surprised, you lit you fly, yo hips yo thighs This truth or lies, I fantasize, but I
landscape property House was hit by hurricane Fauni (Ayy) Xan', lean, hit like Gene Gotti Got girls touchin' on bodies Got thrashed so good, it was gnarly
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, 'cause they're high in cholesterol A yo, Phife do you eat em? No, Tip do you eat em? Uh huh, not at all(again) I don't
Wyclef talking: Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to Wake up everybody Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on bring the heat.
[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
She say I got the big head Yo Gotti Maybe because my paper tags came with no mileage The same n****s broke swear I'm nobody That n**** lame I fucked
shit No no not a thang Feel like tony up in bada bing Im the king LeBron Gotti wit all his rings Im supreme Tape almost done Gotta do another drive by
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