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Sun God get 'em

I stay far from my opponents, pardon me
That's why lead the call, moving up on us
But G's on the corners, move when I move
That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons a garment

Think it's sweet, and try to or run up on us
They get deeper than twelve foot, and you be out of order
Don't beef, if you ain't for no quarters
pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water

I'm that dude slangin' by the border
I love my life, I it twice, 'cuz it's up to me sorta
You a fool with a mental disorder, and probably your daughter
That really me, for the **** that I taught her

Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the
I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, ya chest in
Us that got the universe confession, pardon dame
I'm new to the game, but to my lessons

Jeans, hoods, ****,

of me swallowing ****, being chased by jake
And the sound of the keep hitting the plate
And is flab with ****, with **** and them jeans
We chew through it, like we coming down off

And my P.O., she half Creole, I move Philly to Dallas
With talent, like my name is T.O.
So when I ****, I gotta **** slow, she I kick them Vasine bottles
if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go

Your project steps is down, dry blood
Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the
Diapers, rattles and broke lighters, I led many
Horses to water, just to see if like it

Taste my, Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
News flash, my **** ridin' L, a cop down
Any of ya **** beef, I will stop clowns
I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the ****

Jeans, hoods, ****

Aiyo, up S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my ****
I'm oil in the ****, exercising my trigger
Finger, I've got the ****, yeah, I got a crispy stainless
mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers

Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they in
I'm so close to the edge, pushin' they **** in
I bet you now, them mutha**** really start
No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em

We go hard, like the NARC's when we start
I copped the and registration, to cock and aiming
all entertainment and all my **** made it
We body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden

I the **** blazing, hands hurt
a **** when she putting braids in, I think it's so amazing
We ran **** for hours, up in the Inn
Hood and **** motels, we seen baking

Jeans, hoods, guns,