Lyrics:
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
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
holla at yo' peoples nigga..
[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow'
Like
[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
running from yo' dividends
Ion need to pop some tags to feel so relevant
I'm in my own world, i'm propelling in
For some money she gon' twirl all benjamin
woke up this morning...
UH OHHH!
got yourself a...
*starts with cut of beats from Nas, "got yourself a gun"*
I GOT MYSELF A GUN
UH OHHH!
I GOT MYSELF
with big plans
I love broads with big bottoms
Pistolas with big blams!
It's the world according to me
Pellewho record with a G
Like Young Gotti from
name (Belo)
And she love it when I twerk that thang
And I love it when she give me scratch
From the one of my new Maybach
Cause she's my perfect match,
Yo
If I could start from scratch, I'd change most of it
If you gave me your trust, I wouldn't of broken it
I shoulda helped you out, back in 97'
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
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 the waist
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
I got you
DJ Threat
Jam Master Jay
Big Pun
B.I.G.
And Free Shyne already
We the Best
I'm from Miami-Dade County, Florida
I go by the name
it ash bout dem ah try fi keep up crash
And get ah whiplash pull up nuh mi selecta
Him pull it up till it scratch on di go
Go go go get it I'm
or not
It's that no mood to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
remember me? (So Icy)
Remember me from TV? Turnin' on yo' TV (ha)
Hip-hop police, say they lookin' after me (no)
How you lookin' after me? You know I had
totin'
My man Grand Master Scratch adds the finishin' touch
From the sax to the table so just chill as my DJ cuts
[DJ scratching]
Yo, Sonya C just walked
Coming from a tec
You gone meet me first
And after that you meeting death
Thats how you scream
When them bully hit yo spleen
Ugh
Dressed like i left
you from/
Where I'm from you gone get yo ass jumped/ (You gone get yo ass jumped)
Hell nah, I don't plan on squaring up/
Fuck around, you gone get yo
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
.jpg/280px-Lee_Scratch_Perry_2016_(9_von_13).jpg "Lee \"Scratch\" Perry")
.jpg/300px-Scratch_Massive@La_Laiterie(SXB).jpg "Scratch Massive")
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