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The Status Get Back On Your Feet

get through this maze Not to win this race We either ridin' on our horse Or walkin' on our face So come take your place on the side of love And swallow up your

Ounce And Call It 24 U Sit On 24s And We Sip On 24s Got The Caddy's Sitten On A Pair Of Gucci Penny Loafs I Get Money Fuck With Bitches That Get Me Mo

Dangling your feet in San Turiny breeze Make a virtual picture, and spin around That ain't it, well fuck it nigga we get it down Never try to grab your

on and The West coast, you gotta rock on and ah down South, you gotta rock on and Check it... "Now you can go!" Mister Pussy Emcee, just get on gone Get on

from nigga You gettin' tired of your chick tell her pack her shit I'll come and get her I'll put her on to some shit and get her grind right Get her mind

Chorus] [Verse 3] Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick My semi, they

?m on MySpace I never see my face in your top eight Approaching six weeks now It?s kinda obvious that your either occupied or playing a game All my money is on

about going through I got niggas who pump, on yo block and in yo spot But sit next to you protecting you but murder you player Don Status, nigga we getting

Back up on dat ass, back to put rappers on one knee Like they 'bout to run a 100 meter dash Bow down to greatness, before I get pissed and Run up in the