| Hey, what do we say, say, say
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| +Creepin on Ah Come Up+ baby this is the way that we play
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| I try to warn ya every day, day
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| In the belly in the brain
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| In the belly in the womb while we walkin in the water
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| Poppa I’ma keep it movin doin everything I gotta keep it
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| God above the heavens and earth, Heavenly Father Father Father
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| Well it’s the baby and I’m tunin in again
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| How are you doin my friend?
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| Baby I’m feelin I’m doin so fine, sippin that ghetto wine
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| Watchin the world spinnnnn
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| I’ma get you there
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| Room enough for you to go anywhere
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| That you wanna, hit them corners
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| Get that money, stay off the streets, I need to warn ya
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| That the shit gets hectic, searches for purses
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| Curses, feelin like you worthless
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| Time to reveal the real, you know what it is
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| But baby I do miss my kids
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| Shit, feelin get it right for you
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| Day one, two, three — you feelin me troops?
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| And do what’cha gotta do, let me flip that matrix
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| Beat that hatred, playa you can say it
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| While I’m walkin in Eden seemingly
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| Illustrate wanna kick back
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| You don’t wanna play wit it, tell a nizzle that we play wit it
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| Uh-uh, don’t wanna play wit it
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| Move when I move, do what’cha gotta do
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| And I watch that shit, no, gotta move dude
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| Good vibrations, skip that mansion
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| Look at that bullshit, still tryna trance 'em
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| Ya need to romance 'em and lighten a lantern
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| Duck that green, unless it’s patches
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| The rapper Bizzy Bone sees
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| Bryon McCane, he sees fathom
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| No mathematic, automatic, duckin the physical
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| Let me touch the rhythm so un-hypocritical
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| Stay little, stay brittle, that’s bitter
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| I’m wit’cha, I’m wit’cha, I’m wit’cha
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| Ev-erything… forever
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| For the love of Christ, Christ
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| He paid the price, price
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| Murder him twice, or shake dem dice
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| Bryon McCane is the name my mayne
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| Brother we are the same it’s plain
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| Rationalize, snapped them thoughts for me
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| Rough for me, all for me, God is the greatest reign
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| Stars and the quest for the righteous steps
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| Complete one let’s never forget
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| So hard, no disregard
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| Call on the road when I stand in the yard
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| I am not no double agent
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| Because God can split soul and spirit
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| Solemnly speak to me, Abraham plan for the man keys
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| Speakin to me speakin to me speakin to me, gimme gimme gimme
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| I can hear you clearly
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| Here’s a tear for me, in the year with B
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| Like a grain of sand they say the day would be
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| They not feelin me man, they not feelin me man
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| Devil damn, we’re runnin in a valley already
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| Steady as we go, drop that Chevy
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| Steady as we go, drop that Chevy
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| Heavily the melody the felony and I plead the fifth
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| I plead the one, I plead the gift
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| Shifted and lifted you feel that shit
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| Put the skully on, walk 'til we heal that shit
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| I plead the one, I plead the gift
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| Shifted and lifted you feel that shit
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| You put your skully on, walk we gon' heal that shit
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| Heal that shit, feel that shit
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| I’m wit’cha (I'm wit’cha) I’m wit’cha-'cha-'cha
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| Cause I’m wit’cha uh uh, and I’m wit’cha uh
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| And I’m wit’cha (I'm wit’cha)
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| And I’m wit’cha, uh uh
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| And I’m wit’cha, uh uh
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| And I’m wit’cha (I'm wit’cha wit’cha)
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| And I’m wit’cha (I'm with, I’m with ya)
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| And I’m wit’cha, uh (uh) |