I rejected ya deposit When your lil sweet ass goin come out of the closet now he wonderin why DMX blowed him out next time grown folks talkin bitch close your
grave From the cradle to the grave Straight from the motherfuckin' cradle to the grave Yo, it's the real drama kills Nobody moves, stand still Bottle you! Drop that ass off
-ass nigga) Yeah, street justice muthafucka (Yeah, go ahead, say something) Yo, yo, check it out fifty You handle the bitch-ass rap niggas I'ma handle the bitch-ass
time Gotti got What, what, what, what Yo, yo, ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain Ay yo
still smoke the finest, right by the trust SKS Bring it to your chest You should know by know, I don't aim for the legs [Chorus] [SPM:] Everybody gather round the fire, blow
dark spot and put the flash on niggas Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master C's and past if when I die blow my ashes Off the shores of Costa
sorrow When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass Better luck tomorrow I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush You need slow down, or get your ass
no limit soldiers I thought I told ya Let's get ready to rumble, them niggaz stumble Hit 'em with left blows, fuck it got death blows Ready to got to
off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that cost Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
be pullin off the dope fiends selllin tha _ Get your ass kicked quicker then punts Im sick of you punks Cock it back now Im upset Yo' niggas next Im blowing
feel em in your vain Like ramello's pops from sugarhill J be the cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips, spittin clips at your face We started
can feel 'em in your vain Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill J be the 'cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips, spittin' clips at your face, we
y'all cowards have been warned Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne [Eve] Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean? Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti
And probably blow your brains out Lookin' to get my cap fit Thinkin' they all acted up And while I'm at yo ass I'll probably put the fuckin' slugs In
that'll die for you When you fall get your back It's me, drunk as can be, In your bitch ass Singin' ? stagalee? Worry free on your bitch ass Blast back
all y?all cowards have been warned Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean? Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti