(feat. Caddillac Tah, Chink Santana, Ja Rule, Ronnie Bump)



Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck

How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?

Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio

Then we jump off onto this gangsta shit

Bless our niggaz on the block

Could bring it however, you know what I'm sayin'?

However they want it

I don't think these niggaz understand we still don't give a fuck

Know what I'm talkin' about?



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Niggaz 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

Niggaz 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 niggaz

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'ma 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 niggaz 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 wasnt 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 hoe, 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 niggaz run on the gaurd

It's unrighticously hard, and foolish like Shawn

But I know, niggaz is scared of the kid it's cool

If you don't know by now niggaz 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 niggaz 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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