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hustlers naturally born With street smarts Yo Karate it's you and Gotti Y'all lift the weight Me and Noyd, a gemstar hit down on the plate The Mobb niggas
That Ain’t no VVs Put it to test Them was just lies bro Niggas stay lying Stay true to yo self I came out da dirt Don’t need no help Sign to a label
subbin' me in yo' mentions Bitch, you givin' the feds assistance They be givin' the feds descriptions I'm bangin' the red division My brother ain't here
dead bodies All these kids dying, the talk of illuminati As I'm murderin' ink, I get a call from irv gotti Say "keep spittin' cause when you do it's like
MOTORCITY B Da Muzik I just want you 2 wrap your arm I mean your wings around me And just help me fly GRANNY On the phone with show-up Gotti, He say
Let me get some head quick Chilling with a shawty and she got a body shaped like Nesquik Fit together like Tetris You can't tear us apart like her
Ain't nobody cook'n though A section full of them bitches That Yo Gotti Look'n foe Yeah that's them 5 stars The get money drive cars They got them bang'n
work, never been found asleep Give me a pound of weed, I would finish that shit in about a week There you be, talking all that about nothing, yo While
shot them Mo' money mo' problems, suppose to get better Feel for Afeni, like I feel for Violetta Ay yo they call me Jae Millz, Tru Lenox and Banger
shot them Mo' money mo' problems, suppose to get better Feel for Afeni, like I feel for Violetta Ay yo they call me Jae Millz, Tru Lenox and Banger
peeled Either way those slugs gonna spill Buck me in my chest, buck me in my head But you can't kill VonBushman motherfuckas I'm already dead
to side Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side [Big Moe] Everybody clap yo' hands, and sing along wit me It's Big Moe, the barre baby,
[Talking] These faggot ass niggas, Ay yo Buck, word to mother, Yo they had young Malcom silenced too long baby, They can't fuckin hold me down nigga,
cause it kill pussies I'm hood, you good? I'm just checking homie Still hammer dancing, two steppin' with my weapon on me Y'all know what it is,
on pork Kurupt the world's fetish They feen and scratch I'm multiplied by twenty thousand Fiends and crack You add me to music and the fiends react
Yeah Yeah I know these niggas ain't for real for me These niggas wouldn't kill for me If they ever got the chance I know that they would steal for
to squeeze hostage all yo relatives If you know then you know what execution is Fifty racks, hundred bags all cherry Give me that, dummy gas on period
a cake about me i got love I can kill a friend over fam not drugs And very, few people understand that love To make a nigga die bleeding is nothing
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
so why don't you kill me (drive, by, body pierce) Yo bring it on down I'm a driver, I'm a winner things are gonna' change I can feel it Soy un
Coming from a tec You gone meet me first And after that you meeting death Thats how you scream When them bully hit yo spleen Ugh Dressed like i left
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
sworn to beast Swallowed them in flames They switched my DNA Trip me into Cool J I can't fight the feeling I'm born to kill prey To survive an attack
Creepin' down the back street on these I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga
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