Lyrics:
So the more that you step to me
The more I will praise God
Yo praise don't make no sense to the devil
Yo praise don't make no sense to the devil
Yo
the mics, y'all just here for the pay wads
Coat so fresh looking like a brand new paint job
Few near misses now I'm bagging a safe one
'Cause when this is
drop is so hot continuously
If the sex ain't freaky it ain't me
And if the check ain't weekly we can't be
I'm still a big thing getter
Big momma Da
just keep winnin', by landslides oh and umm
Shady Limited's, in any size yo' denim
To velour, even our clothing line's on fire
As 50 would say "Our
down
Eric to Breeze he’s a rapper now,
(Hook)
The only thing I’m sorry for is that I’m sorry that I’m not,
So when you See that sequence open up your
the cream of the crop
I'm so (sss) hot
Up and down they go just watch them
Up and down they go (Jump, Jump)
And as they go well I'm a show
Them that I can
a sober but everytime Im failing on it
I need a little button to switch it off by flicking on it
If u got trust in me then why ain't ya just call me over
I
livin', 'cause, yo, I'm living swell
But then again I'm livin' kind of foul
Cause my girl don't know that I'm out on the prowl"
To make a long story
livin', 'cause, yo, I'm living swell
But then again I'm livin' kind of foul
Cause my girl don't know that I'm out on the prowl"
To make a long story
Not in the mood for yo shit
Not in the mood for yo lip
Not in the mood so don't test me
I'm damn near bout to flip)
It seem like every time god trying
to lie to get by
I'm the realest by a mile so do not try hopping up on my shit I'm the best on a mic
I ain't got to trap to make my money
Tax evasion, that
Can't trust a bitch, so right now I'd rather be alone
I was riding around getting my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
Riding around getting my dick
All of this shit that that we went through
I'm letting go so I can improve
My circle tight so I'm keeping it screwed
Stay out till the morning
I'm
killer bee sting remains accurate like a marksman
So, tape with caution, we attack like black martians
Corner of the market, by usin digital
I'm with the gang when we step in yo' hood, bet the popularity expanded (expanded)
I'm with yo' girl cause she think I can't handle it
Beat it up right
pocus
Hocus pocus
Now I’m in your focus
I’m pretty and flawless
You clown in my circus
I’m out here so ruthless
Speak with a purpose
Date me it’s
me
So get out yo' feelin's, I'm tryin' to cop them millions, I'm tryin' to buy them buildings
I'm not at all with the negative vibe, I'm only tryin'
at
So fucked up, can't handle that
I'm straight drippin' you see my beads
They stay shinin' so fresh and clean, yeah
They on my ears, and up on my wrist
cool
Im fresh back in my mood
Just gettin back in my groove
Spent a thousand dollars on shoes
Ooouu ooouu
Fuck it up,
Knowing them niggas aint one
pressure
It's clear none of these teams can't catch up,
Bless up (Haa)
Stay fresh to death, ain't no flex
So if you trying to connect
We gon' put you
I'm top 4
And that includes Biggie and Pac, who-
And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that third and that fourth spots for?
And as crazy as I
porn
Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped coin
Fuck top 5, bitch, I'm top 4
And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin, so who
on a quest
I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
so get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip tonight
'cause I'm scarin' ya, wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube
come on
[Snoop Dogg]
Hey, be -A-D this D-O-G, you got some Chronic smoke
I'm at the house, fresh out, Dogg and burned out
I can't find it so I'm
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