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I tell my hoes, "Rake it up," like Yo Gotti
I do my thing and I fuck up a party
Niggas that hate, they gonna wanna say "Sorry"
Free my guys, I

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Mobb Deep

Hell on Earth

1996

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

(I had to hit her, I'm never scary I'll be yo huckleberry!)
See you can call me any hour, that's how we do it

I'm in and out, and partner you ain't

of dreads
Mouth full of golds
Watch out for chicos and them zoes
That's dem Miami boyz
Always lookin for a lick
Be careful we don't end up in yo shit
That's

the kitchen, you know I be gettin'
I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin'
Yo' throat, before I buy coke
I gotta get quote
Breads by

seen Styles, Jada
Sheek with you at yo' show rocking it out
So the shootout you was involved in
Was the only time you've ever had The Lox
(locks) in

aye, aye, aye
Swear to God when I came on Wild
'N Out you wasn't playin' me
Close like my hype man the whole
Time I was up there
When I performed

out him, ain't they man?
(Yeea)
They still sellin dummy bags, ain't they man?
(Damn) niggas gettin killed out here
(Buh) ain't they man?
Boo & Gotti

on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first

ATL Tales/Ride Wit Me

Ja Rule

Southside

2004

the best of the best
When it's all said and done it's your time to invest
You just got to do it for yourself

[Chorus: Lloyd]

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yo

Metallica shit
Yeah, Ozzy, shout out to Ozzy

Yo, ay yo
Wallows is crisp the duffle bag got a straight mill
Black Gotti dice I'm often the grill
Party

Fuck that bitch that go by, ain't gone say her name she know why
That ass sum like a injured thumb, I love the way it poke out
She know she just my

300 deep
I say it 300 times
We what the streets wanna see
Feel like 300 Spartans
Stomping with 600 feet

Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad

a pistol what he lookin at 
Violated foul made it his style, i hate it
Traded shade faded he got annihilated
Call up my peoples out of town
Now we outta

on
Like yo-o gotti
I know I ain’t flawless
But my message is honest
Told my family to
I said lift your fucking hands up like a rave
I don’t fake this shit I

and jumping
I die by this shit
I ain't fearing no man
Put a stick in the air
It just got up to somethin

To these bitches I'm groovy
I treat yo hoe like

Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough

Sweet Love

JT the Bigga Figga

Game for Sale

2001

specifications, to your gratifications
Yeah Kool-Aid is like an aphrodisiac
Your pleasure is mine
Like when a whore goes out to whore
And bring you back all

Sweet Love

Rappin' 4-Tay

Introduction to Mackin'

1999

specifications, to your gratifications
Yeah Kool-Aid is like an aphrodisiac
Your pleasure is mine
Like when a whore goes out to whore
And bring you back all

the stretch long nose ready to blow
It's time to decongest i keep a pistol
I shoot you and the bitch eatin' witchu
You come out the mall
I'm hidin' under ya car

they found me)
Was fuckin' with cocaine, way before I met Yo Gotti (way before I met Yo Gotti)
This street shit in my veins, a quarter-million can't

him a while to get his head together
Alex one day out in LA, made a call in New York
Told his man Oc, God it's goin' down, fly the whole team in for

Yo they get smoked up fuckin
With these gangsta rappers
(These niggas ain't rappers P
They fuckin actors)
Might get locked up fuckin
With you crazy

threats
Or else I promise I fight back
Full amount I want it now
Go around and get my chow

These are the kinda times
These are the kinda vibes
You wanna