Lyrics:
on the block, This bag of rocks right here gon get me paid
You know that BSG the gang (VLRRDDD)
Shoutout to 97(SWISHH)
I'm not going to that party if i can't
yeah, yeah (right, uh)
Diss me women, yes, yuh know yuh wrong
Steppin' on ya face with mi Timberland
Steppin' on ya face with di Timberland
You fi
that, nah I mean?
We doing this shit straight gangsta style, Gotti style, nigga (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Fuck yeah
Ja seen the torture, the high class,
here, right?
(You know that's right)
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Where the ladies at?
(Yo, we're chillin' over here)
And all the fellas, the fellas?
gotta be kidding
You sellin rear rock shit, not glisten
The peeps got Yep not Pipmen
Me, Myself, Gotti & Pop was on my hit man
[Gotti]
Yeah, and I'm
Yo, what's up yo? This is Nore, nigga
Yeah, let me know when y'all comin out here
so I can y'all some gats immediately
The minu-The minute y'all
come with them
I'm influenced by dope boys gangsters and OGs so I still hang with them
All my day-one niggas sitting right here beside me
Yeah I still
made in Mexico, Brancs fifteen five
Celine Dion ties two thousand nine bubble eye shit
Clue Killuminati
John Gotti story right here fella
Huh,
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
???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at
Push
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
do this shit right here for me, myself and nobody
Me and my family rollin' deep like Gotti
Word to John, oh you know we got it going on
I'm a silver
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit (Pass that shit uh)
Pass that shit right over here (Keep the rotation on the move take a hit uh)
Hey my homie
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
(Now I gotta deal with this shit)
Ayy, yo, y'all niggas must be out your fuckin' mind (yo, yo, old shitty-dick ass niggas)
Thinking dog can't pull
(Ja Rule and Vita)
Yo (we murderers, baby)
Da Murderers (I here for you, baby)
I.N.C. (I'll ryde for you, baby)
Vita, Ja Rule
[Chorus]
it real big right here! all my money niggas
This shit commentated on the one's and two's!
They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?
This real
here
Go check your vision so u see it clear
Bitch fuck yo ball
We got crystal here.
And dat shit went over yo head
I Got good pussy
Bitch come
and Cease ???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind
'Cause one of these niggaz just doesn't belong here
My rhymes are like the nine millimeter Beretta
'Cause anything rappers could do yo I could do it
weed but I said fuck it bitch this shit is potent
Can't let em knock me off my pivot step on em like roaches
Fuck on yo bitch and paint her face ion fuck
[Intro]
Ayy
Get real bloody 'round here
Triple crazy
[?]
Uh-huh, ayy
Mmm, ayy
Ayy
[Chorus]
It get real bloody 'round here, everyday it's that time
by my left eye
Chain Gang over here, no neck tie
Bitch, you know I'm all about the business
From beginnin' to the endin', never simpin', never slippin'
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