| Yeah
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| Praise jesus (quiet on the set)
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| One time baby
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| In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit, amen
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| (let's get this money, baby)
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| In the name of our lord and saviour, jesus christ, baby
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| (yeah boy, hehe, chase the cat productions in the house)
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| Let’s get this money baby
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| (playalitical on the track)
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| One time baby
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| One time baby
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| (bizzy bone, the midwest cowboy, bone thugs)
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| As we travel around the world,
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| Stacking that paper, stacking that paper,
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| And tell me what’s really, really, real good,
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| I keep it popping, so these haters coming to hate us
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| (get off, get off)
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| I can answer you quicker than them,
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| Shall I begin keeping my mouth closed, keeping my mouth closed,
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| I don’t chase when they fucking with me,
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| You don’t fuck with me when I’m down and out though,
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| when I’m down and out though,
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| I keep a map and they jealous of me,
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| They’re jealousy is no doubt ya’ll, no doubt ya’ll,
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| And looking for something, they want to attack,
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| Pushing em back, knocking em out cold, knocking em out cold,
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| What do you want from me, they don’t want your dreams,
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| they want reality,
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| They get up inside your head, you tell em «I'm dead"I tell em «get outta b»,
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| Will they try to rob me, in the direction we chill,
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| I’m only moving by the grace of the lord, it’s god’s will,
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| Huh, go get that vital money, foreal,
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| They better not fuck with us, we get em honey, what the deal,
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| They go the other testing, mic checker, dipping skill,
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| For somebody dippin in fluids baby, I don’t want nothing but liquor and beer,
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| Listening into the hearts of a bizzy, apart of me, time to grow,
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| And if you don’t me now, what do I know bout myself, I’m taking it slow,
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| Admit it, I’m a little bit different than others,
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| I’ll tell you the story I know bout the church and you my brother,
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| you my brother
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| If kid you was fighting me, fighting behind me,
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| give me some money or give me some change,
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| Steadily working to keep it moving, if it was grooving, I’d do it again,
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| What I don’t know… this place to be playing, and treating the knowledge,
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| Don’t weak up the rhyme and they probably think that I’m crazy,
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| My brain will be running, I’m coming to die, my,
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| Come in a time, medical federal, what is known, don’t have to be spoken,
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| Do it congruently, making the music so truly,
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| I’m keeping it moving and leaving the secrets of picking,
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| And moving in silence, evidently I don’t want no bentley, baby,
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| I’m keeping it quiet, roll out, they start a riot, no now,
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| Baby, don’t even try it, no doubt, picking up his diet to get the mission
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| with precision,
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| As the superstition set aside, showdown,
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| I smoke the chronic, baby, peace release me is mine, is mine,
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| … don’t play baby, (I stay in this muthafucka)
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| And better don’t play baby, (gonna go get a beer)
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| Handle your business and diminish the thoughts,
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| The elevation of survival when it’s vital, the rock, (the rock)
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| Dedication of the love for myself, the love for my wealth,
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| The love for my stealth, the love of everybody else,
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| And I’m coming to meet that little baby, you staying on top,
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| You know what we do baby, solid as a muthafuckin rock
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| And don’t even worry when we scurry up in the flurry,
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| It’s getting blurry in the stormy of the purgatory, the thought for me,
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| Wanna eat with the angels, be patient, still wait for the party baby,
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| What party, I party, you and your body, baby,
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| Right here, right now, get em up when they get down,
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| Shake thoughts, don’t ever get caught, now let me pray now,
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| In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit, amen,
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| In the name of our lord and saviour, jesus christ, amen,
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| You better believe it, I will say it again, (jesus!)
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| From this day forth, god willing,
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| Lean back chilling, precious medal of steel, titanium,
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| Nine percent of the cranium, baby you feel me,
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| No adultery, dultery, when I see-ee, I see-ee, we kill em,
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| Stay dry for me daddy, baby, sunset,
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| Come get a taste of what you never had, you ain’t come yet,
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| When we raise up the one, yes, poppa he guide you,
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| Standing right beside you, in the midst of the storm,
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| Baby I ride with you, never die, not in spirit,
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| It can’t get much fucking clearer, did you hear it,
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| Yes |