Now check it (sup? ) Let me set the mood here aight? (yeah aight cool) We gonna, set it off with in-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed (yeah that's right) you
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Now check it (sup?) Let me set the mood here aight? (yeah aight cool) We gonna, set it off with In-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed (Yeah that's right) You
in the dust, the dust, the dust now i'm the only living soul left here on my own nobody lives here no more now i'm the only living soul left here on my
poppin' fake rap I rap from the heart and soul, where only facts are kept Many rappers sell-out pop and other MC's slept I ain't in no playin' mood,
, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo His soul's escaping
of shooter, gun of choice the ruger You'll take my word for it or make me do it to ya I'm a magnet to murder, when I'm in the mood Get convicted through
you dip And I dazzle that mood with the cool out fool Easin' semi-swerve to the curb like the do I'm fro, blow, you got that right Groove with soul and
be at the bar Actin' like movie stars, set to flip The whole crowd's in a good groove, eatin' the good food Soul food to keep you in a good mood Champagne
, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo The soul's escaping,
long Nothing good ever comes of a bad mood And when she comes home She'll kick up some dust And ask me what's wrong She's a funny kind of girl Set sail
you want it, you know I feel all right I'm gonna love you, yeah, I'm gonna love you tonight Look at their faces, leave them hope And despair and set their souls
together We both loved sports long walks in autumn weather Both wanted kids and a family a strong personality I liked the way you handled me Candles be lit mood set food set
it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime The soul's escaping
bullets start bustin' First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine Da End, the souls of men embedded
