The Ones

[Intro: Dot Rotten] Let a beat like a beat from Gotti [?] [?] wise That [?] [?] Link up [?] [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