get fucking cash about the sleeve
I'mma show you all how to emcee
See I can rock a floor while
I rock with SV, one of the
fiends hoping for a dream
I intervene like a case of gangrene
Gain the green then exit the scene
With a fine chick who could
doing this shit, for Mac Nick
Gardens trying to do shit
See life ain't a game it remains intense
Lock hold to a nigga like
See ya gotta get your money,
Feelin it, y'all ass is read!
Uh, one of the musical priest we form
Hypocrites get stepped upon,
In this spiritual warfare
You up against the lord of the first high priest,
Don't shoot 'til you see this,
Breath, I got more where this
Jay- Dee, thee original drum master
You will never hit the best
Fast or slow? It doesn't matter though,
T- 3 times emcees callin' the lap
Baatin is the one who's in the tree of life
don't ever give up in the fight
Grace, can only come into the sight
SV dominates the industry for fun
For fun (fun), for fun (fun), for
Yea, yea ya know it can't-
Stance answers put up your hands and fist
For the band, and if ya can't stand
One of my man's then you're sleeping
more like a grand- slam hit, (c'mon)
For the whole fam flippin on the hand-
We get the dough weight up, straight up,
we gettin on some damn Wham shit
Against, as for second hand brand kicks
Rippin from the Beatdown to San
we keep movin like the trans am
Do- do don't stop, we can't can't quit, we can't- can't
