be done on earth, as it is in heaven Give us this day, our daily bread Forgive us for our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us Lead us
stand clap hands dance and swerve For the spot where nobody else should fix a hand or word E-Perior bless, since we all wreck mic checks You guess me on
hatters at, its on this song (it on this song) maybe one day it'll settle down it ain't no good it all better now, come on let it now [Chorus] Mood Swing
your avatar Leave the cameras on, told ya partner that he can't perform Brought a torch to burn the building, he think I'ma hand it to him [Verse 7 -
wisdom hittin' the intricate sentences I'm spittin' Cryptic as hieroglyphics, thought they figured it, but they didn't West Coast Fayroll, killers on the payroll 20's on
(feat. Doc Holiday, Starang Wondah) [Starang:] They don't like us [Rock:] Word Up [Starang:] They don't like us [Rock:] They ain't gotta like us fuck
in the night pouring style and form And that venomous shit is what my bitches be on Bitches, bitches be on My bitches, bitches be on [Verse 2:] Yo,
, I bet the price on the fling of the dice, Shorty with me, we slingin' a pipe, Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on your top And I be
I torch hot wit infrared newport dot an once the courts drop it takes me to the feds resort spot hit licks like on a guitar my broads get charged rhymes
I'm way too wicked, and focused on my paper Spitting Gulf Coast game, I'm a big old heavyweighter Southside Playa, Mr. 3-2 Governor of the game, us real
so. Ten minutes? [beeping] Oh, that might be them! Hey? Ten minutes! LYRICS: Fatty cells expand when we take the mic in hand Check out the land on
again My pen drip the ink for the saints Blood of the sphinx Kiss my owl on his head While I feed him unleavened bread Point the infrared on enemies