(Get at Me Dog Track @ 10 seconds)

10-97

[guido]

I got you weaning off my flow punk muthasucka

We’re the Gambino generals always ready to buck ya

We’ll call out the whole Gambino Royal Fam

And all the Knights pack infinite grams – of the strongest drug existant

Hip-hop, no ill effects, so get bent – at least nine times a day

Nine different ways – More circulation than any Dee Jay

I’m the Little G Don – suave like Bond

Agent 007, but add the deuce to my steelos

Jump on the G wagon – cuz here we go!

[joey]

Yeah, Gambino soldiers step to the front

Toss away the blunt and join my hunt – for six to nine freaks

Don’t try to join if ya flow is weak

You’ve already reached your peak

While Gambinos are constantly gettin’ better

Women gettin’ wetter and opponents gettin’ deader

Eatin’ macaroni noodles with extra chedder

It’s an Italiano type thing son

Pack the gun – especially on the run

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Or when just having some fun

It’s ___________ and the Gambino Kings

The Deuce of Death forever runnin’ things

Through the strict Gambino hierarchy

Even with the infrared ya’ll can’t mark me

Cuz I’m untouchable like Elliot Ness

AKA the best – Smo-Kinn!!! like cess

I’ve been hot my whole life through

What you wanna do with my crew!?!?

[guido]

What the bloodclot!?!? Who are you?

I don’t know your name, don’t know your face

Get outta my place before I jack you in the face

Or kick you with my third leg – you beg- for mercy

But I know if I let you go, you gonna curse me

When my back is turned

So now you’re gonna burn

All cuz you were tryin’ to front on a G

But understand, you can’t ever fool me

[joey]

Because the Gambinos have insight into karma

Don’t mean to alarm ya – but the two Dons have a sixth sense

Examine my flow for its entire contents

Search for the deeper interpretation of each allusion

It could have three meanings, tripling your confusion

Only the Deuce can understand all Gambino lore

And catch you takin’ illegal funds like Al Gore

We’re few, but proud and hard core like the Marines

Now listen up son cuz I’m living your dreams

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Kid, I’m takin’ your pride ounce by ounce

I have mad amounts of C.R.E.A.M. and that’s what counts

10-9-8-7-6-5-4 it’s the Gambinos comin’ at ya door

3-2-1 thosand dollar bills is what it takes for the kill – from a G assassin

Never come harasssing or we’ll come blastin’

With chrome techs, MACs, and UZI SMGs

Fool please, you could never compete with these

But you can hang from my jewel sack

Get back or Guido will sound the attack

[guido]

I’m callin’ on each and every member of my clan

Assemble at the mansion for the battle plan

Grab the Kevlar vest and the side-arm cannon

Watch my back and prepare to shout ", Man on!"

Cuz you got to watch out for your whole crew

And protect each one with the Shoalin Kung Fu

That’s how we do – and we’re preaching to you

So listen up son – this is my word

The best kind of advice that you ever heard!