The Ones

[Intro: Dot Rotten]
Let a beat like a beat from Gotti
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[?] wise
That [?]
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Link up
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[Chorus: Dutchavelli, Dot Rotten]
Dutch, nuts (yeah?)
We're the violate ones
Dot Rotten
One of them silence ones (huh?)
Hop out the whip like
Nobody move on one of them [?] ones
Blud be thinking for the front door
You need forensics for when your mom finds her son
Dutch, nuts (yeah?)
We're the violate ones
Dot Rotten
One of them silence ones (huh?)
Hop out the whip like
Nobody movе on one of them [?] ones
Blud bе thinking for the front door
You need forensics for when your mom finds her son

[Verse 1: Dutchavelli]

[Chorus: Dutchavelli, Dot Rotten]
Dutch, nuts (yeah?)
We're the violate ones
Dot Rotten
One of them silence ones (huh?)
Hop out the whip like
Nobody move on one of them [?] ones
Blud be thinking for the front door
You need forensics for when your mom finds her son
Dutch, nuts (yeah?)
We're the violate ones
Dot Rotten
One of them silence ones (huh?)
Hop out the whip like
Nobody move on one of them [?] ones
Blud be thinking for the front door
You need forensics for when your mom finds her son

[Verse 2: Dot Rotten]
Impatient it's on disabling permanent
Crippler I heard that Batman move in
Silence so I got a gun that kills with a
Whisper big wrestling
The positive
Man off to the spiritual world like a
Fan and my ghost you can watch them
Niggas don't worry I'll be down here
With convicts none of that man ain't on
Shit
We lost
They don't want to see me and kill mode
When I go to the states there's a whole
Next thing in my yard there's an army
For salt Road gotta land guard with an
AK-47 outside the yard that's full smoke
Niggas all the thoughts on the devil
Wash off of your feet and they make you
Heels whole when it's more time there
Are no children

[Chorus: Dutchavelli, Dot Rotten]
Dutch, nuts (yeah?)
We're the violate ones
Dot Rotten
One of them silence ones (huh?)
Hop out the whip like
Nobody move on one of them [?] ones
Blud be thinking for the front door
You need forensics for when your mom finds her son
Dutch, nuts (yeah?)
We're the violate ones
Dot Rotten
One of them silence ones (huh?)
Hop out the whip like
Nobody move on one of them [?] ones
Blud be thinking for the front door
You need forensics for when your mom finds her son