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you dig it? You fed you dead see red My lead yo head I fed Like you shit I got rhymes push that shit like weight My nigga Lincoln help me
near, so get your body dropped off I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored By the waist
givin dick straight to her dom N***** that was standin by me now they look just like my clons They gone wish they was with me It's to late already gone
alone You do not live what you talk in yo songs You have not been to the trap or a zone I had the coke slappin to the white boys When they need
step on your pretty face. And when I'm through with you, I'll forget you like you were nothin'! (Dialog: Celph Titled and J-Zone) (J-Zone:) Hahaha
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
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
getting off the 405 Be with this bad bitch, she living in the south I'm met her at the club with my nigga Gotti 5-3, thick, with a lot of pride
sellin' And for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' But I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense If I didn't shoot I'd be
Already bitch Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga Get on yo' money motherfucker It's really goin down in the South Sweet Jones biatch! (Uh)
'cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid Light is shinin' beauty
Your little plan was a flop Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock A part of me was with you but yo he died, And I'm glad you stepped off
actin' ooh Hill is gettin' badder, yo where's the corporate ladder? Mr. Three Piece Suit Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots Nah,
Phenomenon O.C. Big L, 0-3-9 baby Diggin' In The Crates Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin' Yo, yo, yo I'm from a place where
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
through the fire like gold, can't be a rhymestone We calculate by jubilees, we in a different time zone Like one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
actin' ooh Hill is gettin' badder, yo where's the corporate ladder? Mr. Three Piece Suit Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots Nah,
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
Yo Ha you could grab that Barbancourt for me bruh Grab that Barbancourt Nothing set is in stone Still planning to get it like I first met her though
Never fret when I'm lookin' back Scribblin' on the first notepad, flippin' dope raps, yo I've gotta lotta hope in this dope flow I have Cut throat with
What’s happening y’all? It’s Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out I got three microphones, three of the Dopest emcees, a drum machine Two turntables
in your life Can you ever get with this (DJ Paul) Hey yo kemosabe I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby Cocaine fills my body, like gotti Hotty
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
the collar at? Then you follow that nigga (Ohh, fake drama) Callin me included, of the zeros The three comas Where's it soundin like Gotti like Press they not
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