Lyrics:
R.U.L.E.I.N.C... my nigga Fatal on my motherfuckin 1s 'n' 2s,
Holla back you bitch ass niggaz!
Yo, yo, cocksucker
If y'all havnt heard yet that nigga change is loose
side
You sayin' "fuck Redman" nigga likewise
This is how I talkin' to your hoe, hey
Put it down
[Chorus]
Gillahouse, Gilla
Gotti Click
Yo
You are now tuned in to W.F.a.b radio
Yo
Baby Girl where you at?
Right here
Right here
Right here baby
Here's another one
You need
they sent him to 200 box
So Twin listen, holla at Gotti and Ron Ron
Tell him congratulations
He made it to the Lakers
And we gonna get this money
Like it
the tales of a madman
Unholy comin at your ass once again
Amen, and I don't give a fuck though
Sometimes I feel like giving up yo
It makes me want to holla
to pull this ratchet out (yeah, uh, uh, Young Gunna)
Y'all told me to go next (Neef)
And I'ma be goddamned if I don't squeeze my cannon, holla
Yo, yo
mines or yours?
Nigga it's all of ours
Play everyday holla at my nigga Dre
(Yo we about to bounce?)
Naw blaze up a ounce
What's up my name's Kurupt
(Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Blackchild what up?
I'd like to welcome all my niggas
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all
Yo what up baby
You know what it is
Dwayne Gerous
I know what you want's
It's that Xo isn't it
I tell her that I love her and she love me back
I
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas
I'm sayin? Holla at dem boys!
It's - Young J-A-Y
Gutta Gutta fuck anotha busta
Tryin' knock my hustle!
I hit the strip ey'day I
Got the hustle cluckas
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
side
You sayin' "f*** Redman" n**** likewise
This is how I talkin' to your h**, hey
Put it down
[Chorus]
Gillahouse, Gilla
Gotti Click
Yo
Yo Kid
Eat eat eat success for a treat yo team defeat
De feet can't walk my way my seat beneath peaks
Leaps and bounds trip tricks is rounds who
K-Blaze on the beat
(Kainan baby)
You can't catch a rolling stone
You tryna' bring down the nation by causin' confusion
Illusion
Infusion and all
of the night
There's a bar down carrera dos and it's right by the ocean
But watch out for vendors that's tryna sell lotion
How much it cost, no se
Yo body make
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
never I'm supposed to be
I chose to be on some Dark shit
Rip apart shit an' start shit, until whenever I depart, bitch
The hard shit will leave yo' ass
no disguise
Make up for a surprise
Can't wait 'til I arise
Wake up between yo thighs
I'm a perfect fit
She mesmerized by the size
Hypnotized by
]
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
]
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
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