Lyrics:
Think again if you thought I gave a fuck!
[Chorus: x2]
Yo
Yo independently, reppin thoroughly throughout the N-why
We thump and get high
[Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door now
(yea)
Holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha,
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
I Know you don't smoke weed
I know this
But Ima get you high today
Yo, why you put so much grabba in this shit, nigga?
Yo
Some real shit, grab
spendin' them hundred dollar notes
We box triangles, all angles
Yo, throw her on the table, Sell (no)
I tied her with a phone cable
Bound her by her
fly true ones and Adidas
Got the heater if you wanna try
Grandma off the meter, kush reefer, yeah
I'm stupid high shoot me as I'm moving by
Cruising
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
to get high
And supply what you need
Mr postman comin' through with all the mail
What you need? I got for sale
On the stairwell to Hell
(AY! Get yo' hand
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Nigga I gotta be Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Fuck 9-5
I'll stay till 5:30
Job
I might just get so high
That I touch the sky
But I can't say why
Can't deny sometimes I try to
Float by, but that shit that I
Wrote and the notes
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
zaggin' through the freeway:
Race me nigga!
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
Yo, this goes out to
Everybody
comin' for my
Dogs in the morning and if I die by a slug
The death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn
Me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder
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
Yo yo, you heard what happened to that dude yo
(You don't want to wind up, with your head tied up)
The nigga got his head blown the fuck out
[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey want to see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
Mafi D ain't playing games
Why he talking in 3rd person? Cause Derrick don't talk to lames
Got my bitch fucked by a nigga it's coo I played it same
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
the club, but that bitch you
My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas
You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's
Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
It's midnight I'm smoking But you probably knew that
I'm high as a kite I ain't got shit to prove
I'm talkin my shit I'm the wrong one to shoot
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