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Sun God get 'em

I stay far my opponents, pardon me dogs
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 spin a

Think sweet, and try to creep or run up on us
get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order
Don't beef, if you beefin' for no quarters
'Cuz pain is money, you 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 it's probably your
That really love me, for the that I taught her

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

Jeans, hoods, ****,

Visions of me swallowing ****, being chased by
And the sound of the razor hitting the plate
And tooters is with ****, with **** and them jeans
We chew through it, like we coming off ****

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

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

Jeans, hoods, ****

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

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

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

I keep the **** blazing, hurt
Like a **** when she putting braids in, I think so amazing
We ran **** for hours, up in the Inn
Hood rats and **** motels, we baking

Jeans, hoods, guns,