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than join the Navy
What yo' broke ass doin' with a hundred babies?
Strap it on please, you're spreadin' S.T.D's
Throughout the hood, you's a walkin
[Chorus:]
Why you niggaz want to test my gangsta?
Don't make a nigga run up and shank ya
Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot
tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I
Rick? You can have my cheese kid"
I am such a heavy hitter
even chandalier jealous off the patch ice glitter (bling!)
Rappers walkin round, strappin
leavin' me and I'm in the six
You just like your car, sexy and fast
I'll put the pedal to the metal, I'ma catch yo' ass
[Chorus]
Sophisticated, educated
Paul}
Yo yo yo Hypnotized motherfuckin Mindz productions up in here you heard me?
Hot Boys with Three motherfuckin 6 bitch {echoes}
Yo Ant, kick the beat you just kicked a little while ago
I bitchslap rappers so hard it give 'm whiplash
You fuckin with sleeveless t-shirts,
Huh?
Yeah
Memphis Bleek
Y'all punk ass niggas
Check it out yo
[Chorus]
Is you a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love nigga
We
Huh?
Yeah
M-e-m-p-h-i-s Bleek
Why'all punk ass niggaz
Check it out yo
[Chorus:]
Is you a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love
Cheeks, Freaky Tai
Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say
Chorus-
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4
slowed it down, chop-chopped it too
Got blades on the bus, candy paint on the truck
If you want to know what's in my cup
[Chorus]
[D-Gotti]
Now,
(what)
That's what my bitch told me after I
Took her purse and shook her down
Looking for a pound in that purp, bitch
I'm scandalous, I poke you like deer
admire her walk, or just impress that she thick
I'm reppin' Southside ?? nigga, nigga Yo Gotti!
Bricks in the dashboard Benz big body
Royce 5'9"
admire her walk, or just impress that she thick
I'm reppin' Southside ?? nigga, nigga Yo Gotti!
Bricks in the dashboard Benz big body
Royce 5'9"
the Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
They call me Young Rosco, young and ho-stile
If it ain't on D's, then I can't even ride yo
I'm so caught up in the streets I need
fuckin' past
I just seen you yesterday
By any means was all it ever seemed to be
This reminiscin' with my past has got me
Caught up in a daydream
Stay in
and Bureau, Feds and the DEA
Just to run up on me when I'm off that there grandma yay
Well what if they block and slap yo ass in the truck
Partner, if this
blessed
like poof make a nigga guess where i go yo we down
1 51 bottles of raw quick with warmin on me keepin
it walkin like some draw sticks label
won't find us, ya understand
And I'm feelin' hype too (Come on)
[Jermaine Dupri]
It's that lil' College Park nigga, in fact they call me Long Dough
a recliner
I'm in this, representing West Side
Lotta people try to tell me I'm the next guy
Batgang, got it tatted by my left eye
Chain gang over here, no
Everything mafia growin' up Gotti G
Four fifteen's in the trunk I got a lotta beat
How could these niggaz be Dro? They don't know how to be
Dro
Niggaz
In this biatch
Hit that
I'm fucked up
Shit
YEAHH
All the soldiers stand up�my lord����
My lord��
YEAH
My lord I'm losing my
hair
Talkin nasty to her ass while I'm pullin her hair
[Chorus (Girl)]
Now that I got you in the bed
I'm gon pull yo hair
Snatch yo ass up by
Yo, I block the bronze, the Kid Golden Arms
I tear by shorty, with the Iron Palm of Dragon Breath
Burn through your body, you see about
A head Gotti
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