Lyrics:
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
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
[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,
grandmother pack a heavy MAC-teen
We fiend slash machines in the struggle and things (yo, she sound kinda good, yo)
Bloody denim scuff knuckle and things
Shawty said her dream is to get cuffed by a real nigga
Sorry couldn't please you i been hiding two or three bitches from ya
Where a nigga from when
a nigga
On the real what want though
I worked a job , ran and mobbed , went to school while trying pump blow
Got stabbed in the back by a familiar member
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
picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser
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
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
attention
Welcome to the fish fry where niggas get burnt to a crisp
Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this"
Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama
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
of remedies
One by one your family
Members erased like Kennedys
I’m a rapper slash producer slash terrorist
Slash illuminati grow from ear to ear
I’m
my 45 G-L-O-C
I got money on my mind, bitch
I'm blinded by the dollar signs
I'll work a fucking nine-to-five instead
Of signin' dotted lines by
Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh
Little taste of the old school, ih ih
Jazzy Jeff, yo, break it down one time
Say what? Uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Mase]
Yo just think if you could rewind time
And start your life all over again
What would you give and what would you keep?
You
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
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
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