all niggaz on the turf, prepare yo mind fo the rebirth. Ha ha, check it out. On a bitch, (RBL Posse) fo a bitch, (Double R) dedicated to a bitch, (sideways
to god I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard A born terror, a rebel without a pause I never had a good christmas, so who is santa claus?
Bitch Brick City, yo Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young At 8 paint chips the rare moon That pair mics, my maintenance I battle you and then
me up for twelve days I can't comprehend Now I'm a free man on the streets again Chasin' St. Ide's down with some Seagrams gin Life is like a dice game
this, (??), big boss, VL is all I know, Catch ya in that field hoe, Steamers rolling up real slow Niggas breaking out scared as fuck, Tuck and tail, you a man
chop-pas Coming down I'm a G Chop chop-pas Gotta feel that M-O-E Chop Chop-pas Mo-yo and the Noke-D D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo D-Wreck let em know we
Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight I lay you down if I got a thirty-shot in my Impala I'm a thoroughbred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar From a house
'm a soldier You, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier You can tell I'm a soldier You, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier You can tell I'm a soldier
't trust nobody We jack a nigga for a half a thang, we back up in this With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million Now we set, we
get a tech stuck down your throat I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon I'm quick to blast a goon And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie Got more cash than Gotti, you betta ask somebody Big L is a crazy brother and I'm a lady lover A smooth
a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat And I'll lay the plan oh man You just got taken, I took a head out Attack
on your man, but you slip sometimes and fuckin change Rollin on they side, in a g-ride while these niggaz slippin Dumpin their bodies like john gotti
uh You say you gotta man & your in love But what's love Gotta do with a little menage After the party Just me & you Could just slide for a few & she
You say you gotta man and you're in love But what's love Gotta do with a little menage After the party, just me and you Could just slide for a few And
and a gram hoe Got a Mazerati bumpin' like Jon Gotti Red beams on the scene leave a bloody body I got this shit locked up Manny Fresh the special man A.K.A
Where my real niggas at There's a lot of real niggas out there There's a lot of real niggas everywhere That's why you don't fuck with just anybody A lot