we wanna shawty long as we real [Hook:] And we can get it on Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this And we can get it on
as we real [Hook:] And we can get it on Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this And we can get it on I know yo pain -
Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back
start adjustin' yo plan You let the streets down nigga, apologize to yo fans Watched you pull a lil' stunt like we ain't know what it was Lil' faggot,
satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos You got to earn this, you can't take it Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit Who is it, the
) Murder Inc. y'all (Jah) It's MURAHHHHHHHH! Nigga, HA HA! (Nas) It's over now; y'all know that right? (Irv Gotti!) (Nas) Ill Will baby (Ash) It's Murdah
Records man a lawless gang Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his frame Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain Cuz the flow is
aint lawyers And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch! And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh! This one here is just
10 of them things Gucci, Yo Gotti, the king Soulja done did it again This team be 82g's, that beat is 82 keys Soulja! [CHORUS] [YO GOTTI] See money
vroom, vroom) start it up (vroom, vroom) start it up (vroom, vroom) start it up (vroom, vroom) wait a minute [Ryan Leslie] Lets get it started, get it started, get it
dealt 'Cause there's no let up, you walked into a set up It's suckin' you down and now you can't get up Why because you froze the moment we met up And
you wanna roll verse 2: that yo girl lookin at me,be cool where y'all wanna be,me on you her on me,if you feelin free we can do it three,(just playing
Bow down baby nelly singing my wrist blinging What! I'm waiting on this nigga Wise we lost for two pies Son he smokin that shit I can see it in his eyes
on it This is my 'castle' but it ain't 'white' though Ice so bright shit shine like a light show This my life yo go get yours bitch Ball till we fall
rims call 'em grown men Dope stepped on, call it step child I got that Slim Shady, we call it Eight Mile I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown Gotti