to get a watch I get a lot of inspiration I used to get high, used to get drunk, now Allah get the praises So with this mic I get to say this Some of
you get When your girl right and you know what's what, uhh You got me on some lay low stuff You stood by me, all through that J-Lo stuff Brush your shoulders
hella heat for the funk I dare a motherfucker to step to the Lo One too many drinks, now he's dead in the Rove So call that cat's kids tell him "Get
Kool Nick We're about to drop some science on this track About God and what not, You know, the world. So watch me get busy. Step up, bow your head, and be
one Lose one, let go to get one Left one, lose some to win some (Oh yeah, she lost one) Story of a champion, sorry I'm a champion You lost one
comieron - le son entero I see mami who messes with nothin' but big tymers who loves to get her "Roll On" (Roll on) Askin' me if I could get my hands on some
the flip andd with a couple more drinks I'll be off the hip maaayn... I'll be wearin' her out and when I'm finished paramedics gon' be carryin' her out
a hater like golf and put a hole in one I dont carry guns but my dawg's holdin' one Ya'll boys flip bricks, These boys flip tons One time Fat Joe,
playa niggas there Not the kinda place I really wanna bring my son Get on lil' Dane, gon' in there and have you some fun Used to be that ??? be up there
behind these castle walls These castle walls If I should tumble, if I should fall Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls? There's no one
suspenders and some PVC And then I'll film it all up on my JVC Scene one, everybody get in your positions Pay attention and listen We're tryna get this all in one
know that feelin' you get When got it right, then you know what's what You got me on some lay low stuff You stood by me all through that J-Lo stuff
the pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed And we some home-made
you could see that nigga ain't built like me The black sheep of my family But we one in the same, that's why we get along Freak off and get it on When
murder, murder Chillin' in the gun range servin' on the corner, corner, chop, chop Watch for the po po, drop top switches on the lo-lo, Your skinny
do in my life was be a hustler Some don't get it, but feel me when I spit it It's all about the dollar [ verse 2: o.c. the sinister ] It goes one for
