Artist: Dom Pachino f/ Shyheim Album: Rice & Beanz Song: Ya'll Botti Boyz Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, roll that shit up, man Make that shit fat, man, yeah [Dom Pachino] Why-y-y, fucking with a nigga like P Ya'll nigga must wanna die-ie-ie Come and try-y-y, and get your shit fucked up I'll have your mama just cry-y-y I'm so fly-y-y, ya'll niggas go with a slice well I'mma need the whole pie-ie-ie Let me tell you why-y-y, boom bye bye Throw your ass in hot oil, watch the botti boy fry I was raised in the soil, made my way out the coils You can say I was spoiled, cuz I was raised in the rotten apple I had to tackle, made from the best stuff on Earth like a Snapple And I pop alot in every popping spot, plus I love to shop alot I did some shit, but I never seen Camelot But I performed at every jamming spot Whether I was getting paid or not But I was getting laid alot Ya'll botti boyz must of forgot what you dealing with I'mma remind ya'll bitch ass niggas quick You dealing with some real live live players You dealing with some real mack mack sprayers [Shyheim] Dred simmer likkle youth, do you smoke ganja? If so, blaze up, lick a spliff with me Me said cool, him say 'where's the light?' I said I'm the light, it's a fire you seak Some days I wake up, and I feel like quitting Other days I fall asleep, and I'm glad I didn't Thank God for the strength and the blessing he's given me Me do shit, sales on me broke easy like celery It's hard being a father, gotta plan for your future Think about my little girl before I pull out to shoot ya Before I post up and sell drugs, before I rob a person Stop and ask myself, is a life of crime my purpose Since you've been gone, John, I've been going hard God Taking them extra steps, you know what the odds are I did a show in ATL and I smashed it They was wilding and shouting all the words to my classics The bad little bastard, freestyle from my dome Dom P, tellin' me to bring the Staten Island shit, home So I'mma do that, nigga, never say who that nigga It's a crip, muthafucka, and I'm blew that nigga And I wear a lotta blue, that nigga And I get in a blue range, cuz I'm true to that nigga You can flip, you can front, like you want it with Shy But you know me, I've been doing shit since I was yah-yah Yah-yah, age, since goo-goo gah-gah days Since RZA and the Meth, blowing through your set Nigga don't want it, straight up and down, you know me Fuck it, I'm fucking with you, cuz you my homey, Dom P