Lyrics:
Sendin niggas to the morgue
Def Jam, comin through, my nigga Clue
What the fuck? Jaz niggas
Yo, yo it's fuckin Ja Rule here to let y'all bitches know
Def
a blessing, send yo ass to heaven[00:10.90]Pull up on him, triple sevens on me, lucky, yes, I'm destined[00:15.34]Heard your track, no stars[00:17.21]Young lil'
when I ought to speak, my nigga
And still can't chew no beef, my nigga
And I still can't do no spliff, my nigga
Chill now, peace sign, freestyle nigga
Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
'Cause
Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
'Cause
the window
All up and in yo, ask no questions for the moment
E.S.G. and Double D, done came and shit on our opponents
Now they all up on it, so you can say we
White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap [Kurupt] Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
to the holly
Turn around ya body and ya got me
Bad lil hottie an we outie
I am the bag I don’t got it by me
I am the Don No John Gotti
Dunk on somebody Like
Suns) CP3 (aka Chris Paul) for GP
(General Principle) , I come with bars yo
We all know you could get what you wish so
If the wishing well falls, go
Flippin' it over like the Illmatic one this rap addict
Sean Black be a freestyle fanatic
Sippin' Nas and all that plus I be
One of America's most B.
On the late night, when the stars shine bright
Reck cruising through the purple world pearl flipping white
Smoking on some flight, some dime piece hype
About
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
on (bitch)
Hit her from the back
In them guts like a tonsil (back)
50 for a check (ayy)
All that lil ice on yo' neck look suspect
(huh, sus) we know yo' shit
Rip heights gotti sleep in peace bro
Yes she say struggle
Never really looked so good yes
And I been a star
Just didn't make it out the hood
Yet
I
hip-hop
But in the Bronx, we rulin y'all tonight
But in the Bronx, we rulin y'all tonight
We come to rock you whether you're Black or you're white
Cos
the age of nineteen
Yo! Yo! Be careful standin' by me
I'm tricky, might slip a mickey in your ice cream
Yo! Yo! Yo! 'Till my day come
Best regards all
of valley girl?
At open mics, I'm tellin' y'all one last time
Stop askin' for a capellas and then kickin' those wack rhymes, flat line
what, yo-yo-yo
thing different than all the rest
You know you gotta be original to be the best
You know the hip hop rules yo they still in effect
If you ain't write that
on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed
sometimes
Don't wanna see me in the game but like a star I shine
Seem like the good always die young
I keep that fire arm
Buss a n*gga right now
He might
got her by tomorrow
She a hoe I'm like adios
I'm with Yo, no Gotti though
Family, gotta keep em close
Enemies gotta keep em closer
I'm a king and I'm
don't really know me
Speak on my name like they really know me
These goofies don't know me
These bitches don't know me
They act like they do
I be by my
Sidney crosby
I watch my mama chop a brick, no karate
We be couped like Audi
Tough as Teflon Don, no John Gotti
I told you before, I'm a rap star
Fast car,
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