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  • Sun God get 'em
    I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs
    That's why lead the call, they moving up on us
    But them G's on the corners, move when
    I moveThat's a warning, or
    I'mma have my goons spin a garment
    Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us
    They get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order
    Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters'
    Cuz pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water
    I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
    I love my life,
    I live it twice, 'cuz it's up to me sorta
    You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter
    That really love me, for the **** that
    I taught her
    Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king
    I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in
    Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame
    I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons
    Jeans, hoods, ****, ****
    Visions of me swallowing ****, being chased by jake
    And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate
    And tooters 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 from
    Philly to
    DallasWith true talent, like my name is
    T.O.So when
    I ****, I gotta **** slow, she know
    I kick them
    Vasine bottles'
    Cuz if I'm dirty,
    I ain't letting it go
    Your project steps is
    Ajax down, dry blood
    Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground
    Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters,
    I led many
    Horses to water, just to see if they like it
    Taste my,
    Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
    News flash, my **** ridin'
    L, laid a cop down
    Any of ya **** want beef,
    I will stop clowns
    I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the **** sound?
    Jeans, hoods, guns ****
    Aiyo, what up
    S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my ****
    I'm just oil in the ****, exercising my trigger
    Finger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah,
    I got a crispy stainless
    Your mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers
    Them 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**** really start complaining
    No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining
    We go hard, like the
    NARC's when we start invading
    I copped the license and registration, to cock and aiming
    It's all entertainment and all my **** made it
    We hard body like
    Wu-Tang and
    Iron Maiden
    I keep the **** blazing, hands hurt
    Like a **** when she putting braids in,
    I think it's so amazing
    We ran **** for hours, up in the
    Days InnHood rats and **** motels, we seen baking
    Jeans, hoods, guns, ****
    Good
  • Sun God get 'em
    I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs
    That's why lead the call, they moving up on us
    But them G's on the corners, move when
    I moveThat's a warning, or
    I'mma have my goons spin a garment
    Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us
    They get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order
    Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters'
    Cuz pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water
    I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
    I love my life,
    I live it twice, 'cuz it's up to me sorta
    You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter
    That really love me, for the **** that
    I taught her
    Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king
    I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in
    Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame
    I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons
    Jeans, hoods, ****, ****
    Visions of me swallowing ****, being chased by jake
    And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate
    And tooters 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 from
    Philly to
    DallasWith true talent, like my name is
    T.O.So when
    I ****, I gotta **** slow, she know
    I kick them
    Vasine bottles'
    Cuz if I'm dirty,
    I ain't letting it go
    Your project steps is
    Ajax down, dry blood
    Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground
    Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters,
    I led many
    Horses to water, just to see if they like it
    Taste my,
    Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
    News flash, my **** ridin'
    L, laid a cop down
    Any of ya **** want beef,
    I will stop clowns
    I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the **** sound?
    Jeans, hoods, guns ****
    Aiyo, what up
    S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my ****
    I'm just oil in the ****, exercising my trigger
    Finger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah,
    I got a crispy stainless
    Your mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers
    Them 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**** really start complaining
    No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining
    We go hard, like the
    NARC's when we start invading
    I copped the license and registration, to cock and aiming
    It's all entertainment and all my **** made it
    We hard body like
    Wu-Tang and
    Iron Maiden
    I keep the **** blazing, hands hurt
    Like a **** when she putting braids in,
    I think it's so amazing
    We ran **** for hours, up in the
    Days InnHood rats and **** motels, we seen baking
    Jeans, hoods, guns, ****
    Good