Lyrics:
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
that bag
All skin folks ain't yo kin folks , Ima leave you with this fact
Black culture Poppin' , number 1 Export
Black culture
Black culture
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
screamin' murda murda murda
[Ja Rule]
Murder INC. is my blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
dawg
And I ain't letting you niggas breathe
I'm that monster in yo dreams
And I'm the reason you can't sleep
That insomnia, come from bombin' ya
By
head
Nots while I raps
When it hits me (ha ha ha ha....)
But now it's laughin at me
Yo what the hell is happenin'
Please somebody slap me
No way not
While I stashed all yo bricks in?
I'm so high, I'm so fly, that
Is a in shame, smokin weed by
The bush with that kush, and you a in?
I wake up and got
lady got a song to sang ya, mean while I stashed all yo bricks in ????? I'm so high, I'm so fly, that is a ****in shame, smokin weed by the bush with
on it
Chinese Queen, Parasuco jeans on her
Rock long jeans, known for throwing blings on her
I stay king, by any means, scream on it nigga
Come on, let's
shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no Roddy
I’m smoking OG mixed up with Gelatti
Don’t wanna
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
All that flexin' for tha gram jus stop it
Cap one, what's in yo wallet
Got some young niggas and they love to get violent
Turn this bitch into
to the motherfuckin' mountaintop
Heard motherfuckers talk, seen 'em drop
If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock
And when I bust yo' ass I'm gon' continue to rock
for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow It's like I missed the summer
Put it on my mama Yo, Gotti he a Hall of Famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti
your roof drop
House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks
Dissin' will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped, by this old
[Intro: Big Moe]
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side
time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By
beef
Shorty gotta chance with me
Paparazzi
Seen me
Kno my name
Everybody like me
See I got you
I don't kno yo fame
Show gotti
Stop me
See I got sum pain
of these days and it won't be long (Chef!)
Yo I'm sicker than the V12
With cracks in the Rolly jumper all we do is Drink fuckin' Drive
Real niggas raise
niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
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
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