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P + (Gerald Levert):]
(From the heart)
This shit is crazy
(From the soul)
you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh)
I it (ooooooh, from the heart)
Y'know I'm so much in the (well well well)
I get a good look all the time (it's f'real)
So thank you (it's f'real, f'real, yeah)

"In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar
So should I say
Matter fact, what's a to ya? Is it a paper painted green
or the of all evil like your father schooled you?
They wanna bill me quick, niggaz wanna kill me
spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership
Can't work for minimum nigga, to tell the truth
That's why I in a cage nigga
Soon to be dependin on haze nigga, and I ain't pretendin
When a crook get a book with a happy
I'm in the bad mood most the time
Nine milli' have you close to
But senseless, when I can let loose
and just spit a of some absurd shit
Like cars copped off of one bird flipped
I know crime rhyme but I prefer this

[Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad
is the real shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you handle it
Then you been where I been
And you been where I been
This is for real shit, givin niggaz fits
And if you handle it
Then you ain't where I been
And you been where I been, this is for real

P:]
Die fo' what you in
Get high for reasons, no confession, no {?}
Just me in a room and the fumes that I breathe in
Spirit leave the physical, leave off the
Then I breeze on the burst cause I'm cursed with bein
Dawg I decapitate niggaz, I never was
But I'm than the happy-face sticker
All I need's a beat and the mic up
Your goin good 'til you're bumpin into me
And I hit you with some that make your life fucked up
Only thing to stop me killin you sloppy
if God intervene or jump up... what?

w/ ad libs]

P]
Shit's close to the end and I a beginner
Think I got a little thinner, thing I mean is that
everybody dinner - this the of pain
Tell everybody in there, I'ma it to 'em right
Money burn, guns fire, led to a life
your address, feds follow when they glue the kite
Shit is all love, same time it's too
Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they you

w/ ad libs]

[Styles P: over
is the Ghost nigga, Double R and D-Block
Scott Storch,

Levert:]
No no no no no NOOOOOO~! No no NO!
You ain't been I been, no no!
No no no no no no no no no nooooooo...

P:]
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