Ah, Jesus! I wish you could see this... The light's coming up I've never seen a painting that captures the beauty of the ocean at a moment like this
it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow But I learned to look ahead of me Stay
me, no others can be Half as fine, I blow your mind with an m-i-c Get off the tip quick, boy, you're makin me sick No other partner could be smarter
away with murder! I'ma hit ‘till it's out of order If it wasn't for R. Kelly, I'll record her! Now step to the right! Now step to the left! Now hold
lovely got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties 'cause you cold with that shit that you do...ya mood shocked me unlike these other hoes
Like a cowboy at a rodeo From mister mister dosie doe Around the dance floor Steppin the new hardcore I'm Jazz Fresh and I'm trapped [Chorus] [Verse 4] Max up to step
in my teeth You dudes slow I don't ever see you'll caching up with me You way below the sea level me im stepping on the beach No reach im ahead of
A way to CROSS THE LINE No possibility Originality Don't be left behind Go ahead and CROSS THE LINE (Verse 3) For the souls of those who don't know Step
the west to plea no contest False arrest But y'all know how o.j. did it (geah) Cost about 2 million get me straight acquitted D.a. on the payroll, two steps ahead
do not tell you how to do YOUR job, do I? Now where was I? Oh, yes. Number 3, anybody have the number 3?! .... How about the number 4? ... I'll wait
chills on the strength of my chain It's only real, certain niggaz mention my name Some relate, others stay numb in the face Tryin to keep steps ahead
day Didntt have to wait till I was lonely old and gray I simply put my foot forward in a direction That's called a step then I follow with the next one Kept on 3
3 wood, the Champion lines up his shot. He starts his back swing. Champion: (Fart) Donald: He flatuates. Stops his swing, and steps away from his
yellow in my teeth you dudes slow i dont ever see youll caching up with me you way below the sea level me im stepping on the beach no beach im ahead
's make it like before) Verse 2: (storm) At times it seems like we don't belong together And at the same time it seems like we meant for each other
' through With a man that beats on you, tryna tell you what to do Everytime you try to figure out or come up with a way out, he's two steps ahead of
calls his man Nick, to check the situation (situation) When he arrives all he sees is an assassination (assassination) And when they one step ahead,
face the niggas from South Central Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at each other, that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other
