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Uh
Definitely be butter, know mean?
It's be butter, know mean?
Uh, on em, uh yeah
the Mo, here we go
I'm in the mood to let the heads flow
Son, no doubt, god it's
Every member of my clique is equipped with
Suga', let's, god

Just the type of man can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could them proud
I shots off
Put my on my shorty and I make it hotter
I got a lock ya, flavor to
Got the championships so savor the ring
Church boy, by my grand momma
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm like the funk technician
It's a of the times, guards on a mission

God bless ya lover, god you
God bless ya lover, god you
God bless ya lover, god you
God ya lover, god bless you

mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas acting
the sky, energy created by my third child
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the
You crave more taste of my
When my track drop ain't enough space in ya
Soul for real, but not the
I'm solo going for dolo in the drop
I distribute melodies while ya trees
a dip like a flip, '96 kis

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Matter take it to the bridge

God
God bless ya

God
God ya lover

Honey off my Nautica sleeves
With them boots, that compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said sh*t before
But you see miracles when you're
Off some LL shit, get hysterical
Cause I, form Voltron
Let's get it on and ya chime bomb
it off
I like your style but it's a bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad
It'll you a fortune (What?)
For me to make it hot, heat it up and it scorching

It's all for '96 kid!
No diggity, ?Rehaud? me
Nahmean? Lil in the house
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, next?