Gotti Style (I Shot Ya Freestyle) DMX (Ft. Ja Rule)

[Intro: Ja Rule]
Aaaah
What
Niggas don't want it
Yeah
Ja Rule
DMX
Def Jam niggas hah
Mutherfuckers better stay the fuck out of our way
Understand that, knawmean?
We doin this shit straight gangsta style, Gotti style nigga
Fuck y'all

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the torture
The high class, toss to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner city
Niggas is definitely assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight cheese
I should bust em
Cuz see me killin you don't mean nothin
I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin nigga
Then you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be burned
Drug money is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some rules just think, are fit for takes
And Ja's rules make em laws, that you fatefully break
Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded
We can murder each other, meet at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the immortal words of Pac
My niggas gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that
Niggas is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom
Give little kids back, that's the way we do things
Never leave shells, never drop names
Roll with the game as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world share my pain
In my demise you can put it on my grave
"Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days
And outta darkness done graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair
Cross the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you here
Motherfuckers