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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
Already bitch Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga Get on yo' money motherfucker It's really goin down in the South Sweet Jones biatch! (Uh)
Intro: Lody da di let's have a party don't get rowdy don't bother nobody RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT Lody da di let's have a party don't cause trouble
Yo Yea, Uh Huh, Yea We in the door now Yea Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea Yea Cluemanatti My nigga Holla back nigga Yea, Uh,
sabatoes Call me papa oh papa yo! Gees been robbing a bank On a low flexing in Benz Thanks to them I'm motivated Yes by them ahh agggrr real chase I'm
Ah you hear this? Ada big belly guy I telling be talking By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya? (no question, no question) From Brooklyn Ya!
verbals & graphic grammar My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama Get touched by my Arm & Hammer All across the planet niggas crumble like
Yeah, yeah, yeah Grown ups in between, children and babies Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah Grown ups in between, children and babies Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie Fre-fresh err fresh,
set up shop And then we raid the hood (raid the hood) Rake it up bih, rake it up Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em) Ridin' 'round town with
hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains My
a fuck I'm Letting niggas know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't Give me no backtalk, yeah break North Don't make me get my gun and Blow your
we get it we be out here on the grind [Kurupt] Yeah nigga, half a days gone by Ganstafied, givin it just up livin my life It's hard to survive Without
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs, hideout wit 'Loose Change'. An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy... wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide
high, high High, high Let's get high, high Come on let's get high I make the four hop Pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Come on let's get high I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel Stompin' in the party,
the wack, who tryin to bite my style Take yo ass to da old school And part your fuckin' eyebrows I comin' through to About to get set So act like WU
back Don't talk shit watch yo back Your body might get dragged to ceda park up in a bag Keep heat while in traffic how I leave without a scratch We don't
for clappin', with one hand Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump land Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds Never leave the crib
want to jump, jump Get'cha make ya pump, Paul Still gon' miss ya bump, bump Off a nigga fakin' Goin' to a richin' Bitches turn to shaken Mafioso rule by
verbals & graphic grammar My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama Get touched by my Arm & Hammer All across the planet niggas crumble like
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer Old coke they
the mind?, toes hands and the nine The see-through niggas get flipped like mini-pies, ??? she lies Niggas stepped on, by the way and still getting slept
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
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