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It's the last days, Revelations, Bibles
Last page i'm half dazed, hands in shackles
Locked like a slave my past plays put my
Co-defendant in his

Ima play it cool (Cool)
Oh that's yo bitch huh, gave ha a burger uhh
Sucked me all night, man that shit was fun
And Ian the one, we from the slums
When

them hollow points hit cha gone eat through yo tissue
No face no case so I make sure I end you do dirt by myself I don't need co defendents 
Down in my

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

You're Only a Customer

Jay-Z

Dangerous Ground

1997

night long
"All night long" 

A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot

I Hear Music

Biz Markie

The Biz Never Sleeps

1989

Bridge
We won awards and served them by the millions
The more more years go by, the more we be killin' 'em
They said it's just a fad, it will never last

You Better Ask Somebody

Yo-Yo

You Better Ask Somebody

1993

gotta turn these Boys II Men
Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty
Fool, you better ask somebody

Yeah
Yo-Yo, 199-Trey
Givin' a knock-out

the dividends 
I'm rubbin yo body you know that you naughty stop tryna play innocent 
Beat ya back in a rari it's a damn party beat it the drum instrument

F$O

laughing at?
I'm a trick but I still got it, might as well get me a magic hat
Now what you think gon' happen after that?
A couple sticks I feel like Gotti in

like Yo Gotti,
Fuck
Nah, I'ma just talk my shit
Run it
I can't trust women
That's the worst in me
It made me ask my mom for proof that she gave birth

a fuck bout all that bitch You know I'm gone play my part
Put 100 racks up in the loft straight Out that nawf we go hard
Got this F.N. right by my side
If

rounds drum to yo stomach
Hunnid rounds drum to yo stomach
Hunnid rounds drum to yo stomach
Hunnid rounds drum to yo stomach
Hunnid rounds drum to yo

they go
Round and round they go
Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl
Then to get down with a ho

I'm Yo Gotti!
Reach for my chain is suicide

chick, got me feelin' like Yo Gotti
Put my mouth on it, start suckin' the soul out it
Fuck a key, on private jets, tell nobody
Nobody, nobody, not you,

guy by day (unnuh hear me?)
And crucify dem by night
And every dubplate we play 
Is gonna be awful and bright
And if it's all night
We're gonna

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

and beep out the bailer
And get a new track o' drums so I can play with
Percussion, pumpin' it loud when I perform
Yo, you want to play in my game, put

Drone,
Rasuu, Gotti, Nina Ross, Skails; Seven,
Seven, Seven. (Outta my mind,
outta my mind, outta my mind and outta my brains,
brains) the pain is,

bout my money (Nah nah)
And I don’t play about my cash (Nah I don’t)
These niggas wanna act too funny (Yah they do)
I’ll send my killas on yo ass (Go get

Letters

Kool G Rap

Killer Kuts

1994

the L the G are A P letters" 
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched) 

Rougher than Gotti in tone 
Got a body harder than Flintstone 
Your girl got her

We Play What We Want Featuring d'Nessa The Insane Vocal Society, No D'finition  Brother Polite, Dontae Winslow & Lucky Peterson
Written by: Bobby Ray

my murder I aint shoot nobody 
They wanna judge me by raps they like you John Gotti 
Talking bout this aint political 
If it's not then why you feel

don't know who shot yo' mans?
Know we definitely did it
Big Bird just knocked down Big
Worm on Sesame Street four drums
I'm tryna poke sum' when I spit

I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti