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yo' ass up You know where we comin' from Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha! A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga And you know how we do it
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
[Intro: Big Moe] Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side
Good evening You could be anywhere in the world right now But you're right here with me Nah this ain't no movie This is real life Gotti I got this
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
[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,
Yo Yea, Uh Huh, Yea We in the door now Yea Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea Yea Cluemanatti My nigga Holla back nigga Yea, Uh,
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs, hideout wit 'Loose Change'. An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy... wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide
uh yo uh yo Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger That means bring it back, NY
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
Ay Yo Listen Illegal immigrant once again trying to take something that ain't his First it was jobs, then school dinners Now it's just somebody's
Eeww Weeee god damn baby You got yams baby I wanna hit it out the park grand slam baby Bounce it for ya man baby Get outta hand baby Aye make it
kid's Tuh Never that Only want that paper Keep yo yam's I ain't touching that Huh You get one chance Don't miss It ain't no coming back My pockets use
It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop
Earl ] I'm the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh Preacher Earl and I'm considered a superstar Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll By the time I
go! Yo! Yo! Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run around With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
holla at yo' peoples nigga.. [Verse 1 Ja Rule] For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow' Like
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
Shawty said her dream is to get cuffed by a real nigga Sorry couldn't please you i been hiding two or three bitches from ya Where a nigga from when
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
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
in CB4 Set up a contest, I'm coming I'm taking the dough They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro So don't try me, you better walk by me I'll do
and adopted By the streets but the Gift he brought with him to this world Will effect our outlooks on not only Rap music but on life as well, forever Forever
and redirect and i won't say none Body, body in the trunk next day he missing Probably, probably dumped swimming with the fishes Gotti, gotti done never left no
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