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I got seven naked bitches like a coke house
I got French girls flying out to SoCal
When I step up in the strip
All the hoes know me
Two pounds,

comfortable
Smoke me a blunt or two
Play killer instinct then flex bout my progress you see what these muscles do
I used to have good intentions
But lately I

feed me soup without a noodle
Got your man in the booth, and we canoodle, uh
I-I don't really get down like you do
All these niggas say they pits, but

Live up the righteousness we on unh
No matter what the next step is we keep stepping
Used to have so J5 waking up before the breakfast

I used to mix my

trying to step on your shoes
And you was the one that showed him how to bend the rules

How to even tie his shoes
He been supplying with some of the food

Two four I ball like a laker
New team like I play for the pacers
Counting this money im counting this paper
You sneak diss so we lifted ya face up

Like "son eat your vegetables"
Went down the bath drain
With history and math
Now college seems like a step back
And I ain't want no job
Got my mind

Nothin' Move But the Money

Mic Geronimo

Dragon Style

1999

with the most step carefully around me 

I bribe by the rules you know 

disturb my groove and you gots to lay low 

Geronimo have it in the cut

fine, bitch theyre mine
My footsteps shine
You can folllow but 
Always be 2 steps behind
Clueless to find yourself
In the shadow my limelight
You should

ka odi from the get go


If not i for prepare well,achieve  o my main goal

Nevertheless i know one thing for certain 


That I’ll be bigger someday

And splattered in blood

Me and Bill are both martyrs
Flows so similar to Harvard
Books inside libraries
One step beyond smarter cajun hot
We throw it up like

Seems like shit just gettin worse gotta protect the youth
Don't care for designer mix supreme with thehrdtruth
Mama getting older I just pray I make

When you're weary, feelin small
And tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I am by your side
When times get tough
And friends just can't be found

throwing that ass in a circle
I go in on curfew
Every time I step on the scene it's a murder
My shoes is bloody 
She want me but refuse to love me
All my

wit a hard ass dick
Bouta fuck the game
Bouta fuck ya main
We ain't fuckin playin
Double F the gang nigga
I ain't no rappa Bitch ima trappa
Go meet

find out niggas poppin'
Shit from the mouth
Post-ponin' some two macs that's
Spittin' from the holsters
You feel this cuz you chose this
I split wigs

what to do?
You're already doing something about it, you've taken the first step now onto two
No I'm not. 
Yes, let me introduce myself. Cause you

when I was in 6th grade
I spit race, I mix race, I wanna have a child with a right race
I'm two-faced, I'm featured on a track I do it my way
Yesterday,

does is add to the stress and I don't need to be more depressed
Whenever you're going through something
Sometimes you gotta like
Step back and sometimes

heard some folks done slipped away these streets is greasy
Killed by opps or the cops or taken to the precinct
That get me hot, man on fire, man I feel

Look, I think I'm losing my mind, so talk to Jesus
My heart is always heavy, my crown is now by my feet
I'm losing weight, I'm drowning my problems

then bill it (Natsgottracks bitch)
Get me a drop, I'll draw that bait
Tryna turn man off, broad day on the mains
Do it and dash, don't leave no trace

my time 
Not riding no waves, I'm making mine 
cnd ain't nobody got a flow like mine
So you can always find me and mine 
Driving by in the

Sunshine in

for
A sale of a rob (Zeek you know wassup)
Two shouts for OBCC six main house of fame
When you come home come and see me
Stay cool I lay the rules on ya