the Jag, pocket full of cash Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow they cash Step
't have to close your eyes, there is room for love again Ease the pain to realize all that love can be Forced apart by time and sand, take a step and
pack your bags Brother, you on your own, step on, step on, step on Get to steppin' brotha, you're on your own, step on, step on, step on My man, my
[Elzhi] [Elzhi] The Moment of truth, from the flow in the booth Is it a classic to blow through the roof Just ask 'n let me show you the proof We stronger
the truth, like funk 180 proof Don't drop your draws, I'll fuck through your daisy dukes (True) Put your fingers up in the air if your high I walk by
out here (Chorus) [Buckshot] I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side and the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride, So I step to the DJ and
y'all Y'all was the muh'fuckas that gave a goddamn Anything I got, nigga you can get half Word on my grandmama that passed You stay right by a nigga
welfare check can't buy a house and a Benz What'chu wanna be, a mouse or a man? You need a hustle, somethin' that'll make some cash Don't step on the
the beginning all we had was a phone And trust in each other was how we lived on Word was bond, we relied on truth Faith in each other backed up by Luke
try to be a man but that shit get hard If you got it on your chest nigga speak your mind In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine, nah I remember
fit in with squares I smell shit and piss, know where it's coming from You stepped on number two just to be number one Now I'ma step on you, bring it
a must I'm #1 People still takin' rappin' for a joke A passing hope, or a phase with the rope Sometime I choke and try to believe When I get challenged by
forever man, ever man, ever man Okay, hello it's da martian, space jam Jordan's I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step
Whatchu hollerin'? Gotta pay rent Bring dollars in By the bodega Iron under my coat Feelin' braver Doo-rag Wrappin' my waves up Pockets full of hope Do not step
Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style When it comes to shootouts Boogie Brown is here don't fear The clear just step to it. Now I
a hug, snug No grudge, til' you turn your back and learn the facts It's called learn the truth, the tree is only known by it's fruits These smiling