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Well hello there
Welcome to Dr. Singh's
Why don't you tell me a little bit
About what brings you in?
'Cause just by lookin' at you
I can tell that

Victory or Death

Twista

Legit Ballin'

1999

and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out

I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti

berserk (Go berserk, crazy!)
Can't get enough of my life, no Yo Gotti, "I am" (I am)
Can't get enough of the price, I'ma tax you, Uncle Sam (Sam!)
She

Margiela's wit' the choppa
It's a real nigga starter kit
I'm slidin' like once I let Nina Ross it
Flossin'
Yo bitch think I'm flawless
Countin' all these bands

drive
That's rental
Buggies & Quads
Squad flossin, no dental
Bucked a Brownin' by McD'z
Yes please
Can I get an order?
She look sweet like Kandi
Yo shout

finishing business dope fiens steady 
Figitiin and spitting on my soul I was taught by the sickest on my soul 
Ion care bout yo business lord forgive me cause

these hoes take you away from yo ends
Drive high, ride fly, buy the big body Benz
And pass by they house, blow yo horn and laugh
When she come to the door

Kicking up dust-

Chorus:
Gotta keep yo eyes open/ 
These Vatos be quick betray/
In a blink of a eye/ 
Mothafucka's always disobey/
Im kicking up

me yo list
And I bet I already hit
Man the boy so awesome
And the drip don't cost 'em
My ex mad she lost 'em
Now a nigga flossin'
All the shots I'm

head and shoot yo shot cause ain’t nobody blocking
Show me what ya got, what ya got bitch
Show me what ya got, what ya got bitch
Show me what ya got,

Shit Is Real

Unlinked Artist

Well Connected

1999

jockin' wit out flossin' 
My niggas could peep out what I'm thinkin' bout, wit out talkin' 
One look at a crook 
My nigga book, an then the Tech start

we won't take it off em
We real quick, we told you niggas cut it with the flossin

How'd that's yo brother tables turned and you was quick to cross em'

hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see

Yeah
Mazi
Stop playing
Them boys don't know bout me

Them boys don't know about me
Call Squeeze if it's pressure
He go blow by me
He on go bout me

by the cops fuck 12
Police pull at every block
She on her knees she gon give me top
She gon clean me good like a mop
Got her the gucci and flip flops

going through,
The same shit,
It was so evident,
Fuck her nigga,
Suck her nigga,
And yo best, friends, too!
Stealing money from yo mama,
Leave a I O U,

c BODY cT YO RESIDENCE,
I FEEL LIKE JOHN GOTTI, HOW IM MOBBIN WIT MY REGIMENT,
SURVIVE!
THIS IS NOT NO PcRTY, WE CcNT LET EM IN,
I HEcRD THcT JOE

It's Murda

Irv Gotti

Irv Gotti Presents: The Inc.

2002

It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)

[Chorus]

Superman

DJ Bobby Black

Down and Dirty, Vol. 32

2008

the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace

Superman

Game

R.E.D. Files: The Prequel

2009

the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace

do no flossin
I had it all once and i lost it
Work hard for my profit
You could say that the streets is my office
New clients every week
We servin

She know I'm always on the road
I put the money where it go
She fell in love but she know
A nigga live by the code
They seen I'm movin wit peace
I

bread by the loaves 
Yea that's all me 
Yea that's all me, n***a 
Yea that's all me 
Yea that's all me, n***a 
Yea that's all me 
Million dollar dreams