[ verse 1: willie d ]. No sooner than I walk in the club I'm gettin love from the masses. Women admirin my baldhead and glasses. They makin passes, I see they asses, I'm gettin flirty.
Yeah, yeah, me and my man's and them. We gon' blast off. Bad boy nigga and we don't stop. Come on to the top, blast off, yeah, yo. . Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps.
[Blac talking]. Yeah up in this motherfucka. G-A-N-G-S to the motherfuckin' A motherfucka. I got my brother Cool B, my nigga Berm on the side ah me. Dre house, my cousin K-Mud throwin' thug, S-P-V motherfucka.
Its a mountain on my mind,. And the top is in the sky,. Let the money turn it up,. Let me take over your mind,. Just a little bit of time, before I blow up,.
The best things in life are. Gazed at the carpet of stars. Trig question and you knew it. Blockade you runs right through it. . The best things in life have.
Being a ghost isn't all that. Haunting to do because we're jealous of you. I'm unloved, what? Undreamed of, what?. Nothing to say, we cry, "Oh, why? Oh, why?".
* originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV". . Boy, t's about to get real scurry up in here. You got the original Break Da Law's up in here for you hoes.
Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here. You got the original, break da law's up in here for you hoes. Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat. Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts.
[Funkmaster Flex]. Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris. Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor. .. it's goin down. . [DTP]. Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo'.
Yeah, Dirty South baby, Ludacris. Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor. It's goin' down. . Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo'. Disturbin' the peace, Def Jam South.
[Shyne]. Geah, uhh.. (fuckers!). Geah, uhh... . I'm the Bad Boy not to fuck wit, you get bucked quick, stuck wit. three hollow tips up in your stomach.
[Shyne]. Geah, uhh.. (fuckers!). Geah, uhh... . I'm the Bad Boy not to fuck wit, you get bucked quick, stuck wit. three hollow tips up in your stomach.
Back to life, back to reality. Back to life, back to reality. . However do you want me. However do you need me. However do you want me (However). However do you need me (Do you need me now).
Back to life, back to reality. Back to life, back to reality. Back to life, back to reality. Back to the here and now, yeah. . Show me how decide. What you want from me.
Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots. And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches. I only fucks wit' my niggas, my niggas. So we them true-to-life killas, killas.
Anywhere in the galaxy. . Now it's time to throw down, I come in a rage. To be Freddie Foxxx and raise the stage. I feel hype, Kut Terrorist, hit me. 'Cause I get the mac, strap both nines with me.
Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw like me. Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor like me. Who go to war like me? flip a whore like me?.
Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more. In the headphones for me. Check it out [c'mon!]. You ready, it's bumpy knuckles baby. Sendin this out to my niggas.
Lead:. Let the high praise of God's people. Go forth and to the heavens. To bring forth the fullness of God's presence-. Soooo lift every voice. And watch the strongholds be broken.
How you feeling?. Give thanks and breathe it in. Give thanks and breathe it in. 'Cause we're blessed. . Blessed 2 have another moment. Some more time spent.