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Trip Lee Who He Is

his preeminance [Hook:] Because of who he is If I'm worthy dying for, Yes this God's is worth Living for beacause of who He is he makes me want to Give

-G, oh yeah, he back And I'm steppin' out the all-blue Lee-zac Word on the streets, yeah nigga, I got the feedback I don't trip off, I get the tip off

harm me I'll whoop his ass in the grass We square up, I caught my grill He's hard, but still, he got a soft spot I'ma beat him down until he cough up

And he didn't stop killing 'till he retired! Remember John Hinckley Junior? (He fell for Jodie Foster) In 1980 he tried to join the roster Of Lee Harvey

the clit, what with the gun, son Work it down, freak it anyway you want son, uh Is he really real with the skill son, uh? Did he make a mill with the

time I'm pumpin' dope for those Who underestimate the propa shit and won't quit 'Til I accumulate the propa grip, so don't trip As we get with these fools who

's just a short trip to flip without a whip Tried to shop this most extravagant gift To a cat who wasn't hemped and never opened doors Till he accidentally

is (Firm, Firm Biz) I'm talking Firm Biz to you, baby (Firm, Firm Biz) Talking 'bout the Firm, that is, that is That is that is Firm Biz Peep the stee

rap Yall feelin that, rap wrapped up with the gospel, ay trip dawg run it back Yall feelin that? Rap wrapped up with the gospel ay trip dawg run it back Trip Lee