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L.G. Wise - Da Weight Is Over lyrics
Verse 1 We here son I'm tellin you thugs and fake ones Don't blaze one Just eat the bread that I break son Trying to stop me Leavin stuck on phase one We here son Ain't goin nowhere until we done Take a track from Jay-Z And flip back like crazy Claimin you God But look more like Patrick Swayze Believe it you gonna lie Believe it you gonna ride By the words that we speak You gonna live or die Like it's time for the real ones to step it up Like it's time for the killaz son to shut it up It's been along time No longer the wait Don't won't no food for the thought Get away from the plate Blasphemy dog You a no name god Heaven is gonna frown On your whole lame squad Roc-a-fella crew frontin like you hard Can't even step up on the streets without your bodyguard So listen up Hova The wait is over You losin all your luck Like a 3 leaf clover (D.C.P.) Bandanna head rockers Hell's most wanted Biblical heat busters Raw beef you don't want it It's bad for your blood C-walk all over your whole crew Christ walk with cats like us come thru You got a prob Take it up with Elohiem Think you stoppin us Then playa wak up out your dream We got bodyguards bigger than your whole team Snatchin souls out of ya'll My click be unseen Better turn your life around like a U'ie Cuz you headin straight to the fire Like a fat dubie Getting chocked up in the back of the club Marijuana, liquor souls snatchin you thugs Not even knowin what the bartender be pourin Drunker I ain't goin Hittin the gates Ic12 |
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