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Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go

Who Down to Ride

Master P

Only God Can Judge Me

1999

where the lights don't shine
But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind
by these youngster that I hang with, I mean these niggaz I

a fuck what niggas Thinking yo I'm getting mines
I'm by myself don't need no help like I'm 39
I get gold from the mines I ain't gotta Shine

I ain't gotta

Step in da Club

Grimm

Super Saucey [Clean]

2005

tha fuck up
Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-town
Lookin' low G gotta fool beat down

Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while

sounds
Run thru ya shit lay erri body down

Touchdown like I'm Yo Gotti
Niggaz done bought 100 straps
But ain't shot nobody
Fuck you sayin nigga
Pops in

clean like Gucci
And it's cold Burr like Suzy
It's October bet by New Years I'm that nigga
Yo bitch gone wan take a picture
Then she gone wan take her

on
Call me John Gotti
Wrap em up
I got my Teflon

matters
Go so hard, forget the critics
I block out the chatter
Put my heart into it
Know you feel it in yo' soul
Plant a seed and I ask God
Can He help it

a spaceship with two hotties I'm John Gotti
They got Chanel for the fashion good hair and good lashes
I like em a lil ratchet cause they know to throw it

everlasting 
By any means 
Aiming to surpass em
Rise above average
Success my weapon
Where ya casket?

By any means 
Fucc my enemies
By any means
Won't be no

Who you know got a flow like this it flow like this
Yo yo yo yo it's Da Staff bitch
Who you know got a flow like this it go like this
Yo yo yo yo

I'm Yo Gotti
And I've been feeling all alone, I'm praying that they hear me, but they don't
All them other bitches don't got what I want, but you got

Yo Gotti
And I'vе been feeling all alone, I'm
Praying that they hear me, but they don't
All them other bitches don't got what I want
But you got what I

pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid
Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed
Even weed when i got a whole two
And that

All in My Mind

Eightball & MJG

On Top of the World

1995

demons in tha mirror
Wicked as fuck feeling like a Murder & Killa
Witness I'm on the defense like Johnny Cochran
NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, before

Y'all got the testers, man?
Nigga, it ain't even nine o'clock
And you fiendin' on the
 get the fuck outta here damn
Yo, why you act like that,  yo

taken back
They taken back, by my skills

Strike a cord in their nerves
Give em all the chills
La Roux comin' for you swagger on a hundred mill
A hundred

of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising
Death couldn't hold me back
Alpha stocks, I keep rising
Yo C. Laney catch ya lying
Yo C. Laney, leave some crying

Gotti told me watch em all, 
while you crawl they’ll never perdict you ball 
Now I feel like Zion 
The league awaits me to me perform 
In my debut it’s

(Boww Boww)
Better then Ya top Five 
Ni**a dead or alive 
Rap game sleeping on me 
Guess its time to wake em up 
F**k Ya favorite rapper 
Hogtie em

niggas hating i ain’t never waited…
They said be patient shit i went and got it
Motivated by the hustlers know im playing gotti 
Go for the villain i just

whole team in (Y-O)
D-Block homicide, look 'em in they faces
(D-BLOCK) look how many shooters with us
Count how many cases

Hardest in the world
(Ghost)

Blue Angels [Acappella]

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

Dirty Cash
Dirty Cash

Yeah, uh

Uh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!

Yo, yo, yo
Yo it's the ghetto diplo', bridgin' like the Tri-Boro

I heard niggas gone slide on me
Well look I shine on 'em
Bitch I'll die for it
Bitch I'll ride on 'em
BItches don't ride for it
Bitch I'll die for it