step with that bullshit If you got a firearm, go ahead and pull it Cause I'ma put it dead on ya ass when you reach I got a little friend on my shoulder
, and strive for it I strive for it That's why I sixteen years and a positive Try to let go of my negative Only got one life to live It's fucked up, only
a rubber when im fucking but you don't feel dat. They got a lot of women wrong, got a lot of women strong. But when you got a super star you gotta hold on
it, do it, do it, do it... Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come, on... Do it, do it , do it, come on, come on, do it do it... [
, yo it's time to step up Yo what the fuck, ungh Check it here, peep the four-man transaction Phife diggy Dawg, we on some Todd Shaw mackin' You know my
feel to bust a cap on a nigga I run up wit a gat on a nigga cock back on a nigga Like Rem's that bitch and Crack's that nigga For every word I spit I
love become my tragedy? Always swore before I dropped I was goin' shoulder to the top Everything I got I'm goin' to bring it back to the block Took a chance, stepped
woods Give a shout out, North Carolina, in tha house Shit got a lot better, while I got a lot fedda House got a lot bigger, truck got a step betta Folks
you I'm speaking it from my heart How am I suppose to carry on, I find myself singing the same old song If you hear me, have it in you heart I'll be
a closed fist You a sucka, take a bitch on a trip I kick back and send a bitch to go get my stack And you'll never do that You're weak for a bitch,
hort, you know how we do'em Treat bitches like red lights and run right through'em I got my mack on strong and my dick on long So fuck it, all my bitches
a lil' lap dance Come and grind on the willy of a black man In my ear tellin' me the shit a nigga like to hear While I nibble on ya nipple like Pac-Man
a kiss C'mon, baby, we can do this Bitch, it's time to spend the night Let's walk the beach in the moonlight Holdin' each other like lovers do When the pussy's
's, don't ask what we came for I write til my right arm vein's sore Forearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang war You hear that Yaowa, you know who finna
same I just got myself to blame Leave everything up to fate When there's choices I could make, when there's choices I could make And now my heart needs a
the same I just got myself to blame Is everything up to fate When there's choices I could make When there's choices I could make Now, my heart needs a
, way up in Heaven And so I hold my tongue, forget the song Tie my shoe, start walking off And try to just keep moving on With my broken heart and my
A: like that Verse 1: afrika, mike g Dancin' on the dance floor Girl, it's you that I adore Step on stage, you scream for more Afrika got rhymes galore Snap my