Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggas? Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio Then we jump off onto this gangsta shit Bless our niggas on the block Could bring it however, you know what I'm sayin'? However they want it I don't think these niggas understand we still don't give a fuck Know what I'm talkin' about?
[Hook] Niggas want the drama? They can get it cause we soilders and we ridin' 'till we die Straight gangstafied y'all, betta reconize Sent the clique to fuck We be pushin over bitches 'bout they motherfuckin buisness And we gon' be thuggin it fo' life You could see it in their eyes, dog they never lie Sent the clique to fuck
[Caddillac Tah] Yeah, yo Niggas trying to take us off our crime We back for the first time, like luga Chrisin' nigga listen we holdin rugaz You be wavin them pee shootas We be blowin the sticky buda, to cancel shit I ain't new to niggas Better gaurd your madula, when I spit I'm hittin a shoota And used ta, The drag So I keep the hammer tucked under the mitchell and ness To clips in the vest, leavin yo' family stressed Yeah I'm a son of a basterd Gun playin I masterd, and way above the average Swiffin' and cash is hate day(Hands up!) Go on the floor nigga it's pay day, you know the prosedure Her animal and holdin heat it toatin the refer Rollin off the purple people eating the farari madinas Push the red line, Nigga for that bread I grind And each and everytime, I catch a nigga slippin' I'm gon' get him So stay on yo' P's, We gangstafied G's And thanks to I.G we flyin at hot speed
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[Ronnie Bumps] I'm the reason you wake up and cry(It's on nigga) I'mma be 'till you crawl up and die(hold on nigga) For the first time I feelin my light(it's on nigga) We movin weight if the price is right(hold on nigga) Gotta tell 'em they ain't talkin, for them niggas who creepin' Gotta tangle in the walkin', You either dead when you sleepin'(Tie 'em up!) Gimme a minute you be ??? Huggin the clip You wishin it wasn't a day like this(I wonder why) Ii be in yo' crib bangin yo' bitch(I love to fly) Let her give you head and shit When you done give her back I got some breads to get That's yo' bitch, but my ho, you owe me dough I P-I-M-P, Ridiculous my nigga My guns stay empty, they sick of this nigga I ran threw the game, Shots wit no name, Blocks wit gun play Like we're on cocaine Nigga!
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[Ja Rule] For the life of me, I can't see why niggas run on the gaurd It's unrighticously hard, and foolish like Shawn But I know, niggas is scared of the kid it's cool If you don't know by now niggas the name is Rule I put it on yea fake fashion and pump motherfuckers Cause I'm always on time, especially when I caught a quarter past nine Iin the mornin nigga, Catch you yawnin nigga, It's murda my nigga Fuck 'em cause these bitches got a dream to hear me Like I got a different stroke, and I'm fucked in pennies But the reality it hurts more than the truth The bitches you be fuckin on be fuckin me to It's surf boo, The trust with niggas with benz's and big trucks Them MTV cribs, off the islands here And y'all scared I can see it in yo' eyes Cause y'all don't want no more driver in yo' eyes
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