Lyrics:
Intro
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
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Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real Muthaphuckkin G's...
Verse One
Hey Yo doctor, here's
(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]
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
wife
Or her baby, to ruin their lives
Yeah The monkeys drift is mine (that's right)
Well educated fools they have ruined di world
And start make it
Hey yo, this is where I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon
As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend
Real crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my
the big money
I can lessen yo problems
I do the shit often
Honeycomb if I see the world
Then I gotta shock it
Live performance I need they
Arms out
we get it we be out here on the grind
[Kurupt]
Yeah nigga, half a days gone by
Ganstafied, givin it just up livin my life
It's hard to survive
Without
Stomping in the party
Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fucking something in this bitch
Hit 'em with some gangsta shit
Put something in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm
Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fuckin somethin' in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta shit
Put somethin' in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm lookin' real
sellin' rear rock shit, not glisten
The peeps got Yep not Pipmen
Me, myself, and Gotti & Pop was on my hit
[Gotti]
yeah, and I'm a Gangsta, Smoka, Toasta
Hold down the block
We gotta hold down the block
We gotta hold down the block
Yo son he pumpin over here dunn?
I know he ain't pumpin over here yo
by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony bitch
Paraphony tips, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well here we go so
living like dat you be kap in da booth
I'm smokin on shit dat a fuck up yo mental
I'm fuckin dis bihh while her ppl nem sleep
I'm fuckin sisters
rear-view mirror and
Your side mirrors
OG Kush keep my mind clearer
That choppa get yo mind right
I got two choppers, that’s chopsticks
Eat yo block up like
you even bother
You know that shit ain't right that bitch didn't see nothin'
'cause it was dark at night but I guess us blacks
Look the same to y'all
a treadmill
As long as they print it
My niggas gon' get it
Pop a yerk off, half a pill
This shit got me twitchin' and itchin
Like Yo Gotti
When I drop this
before till Wu-Syndicate lock shit
How you stoppin, mega popular, modern mobster
Joe Mafia, Jay got me in bicolulars
{Myalansky}
Yo snatch run, shoot out,
Uh
Boodah
Big O
We taking over this shit
By any means
At fourteen
Dirty knuckles
Uh
Here we go
Big O
My man Weight
Big ass motherfuckin' murderers
niggas hatin' on me, slime
Tell Lil Gotti, pull up right the fuck now
Big steaks when we eatin', child
She suck a dick and then she bow
Got me like,
Oh shit muthafucka, oh shit muthafucka, look at this mufucka right here
Whatcha doin boy lookin over there
Look at this mufucka right here
Oh shit
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
Brought up inna this thing just for a century, yo!
Just cause I'm guilty
OK! That's right!
There doing you wrong
OK! That's right!
Just cause I'm
and meets with a sudden collision
Yo we bring it back ten times more efficient
[Oracle]
Yo yo yo yo we rock harder than jams by Vincer Carter
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