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A yo, rest in peace to all the homies you aint here Couldn't see thru the fog right, but now I'm seeing clear The birth of my first got me focus word to Len A healthy big nigha but still sick with the pen Im looking for black excellence more black presidents a black lambo Na I save that for the grand kids My daughter gonna have it all, street smarts and everything See ya busters a mile away, she trained to blast everything. License at that see, we doing it the legal way But still got a team that live it down the beanie Siegel way Yo, I got goals with the sources to score Im trying to sale more records than Clef did with the score Be like Black mamba 81 with the score I feel like I'm a messenger of God say no more Cause I have these visions, get these premonitions I see why they say Betta is on a mission Cant fall the trap, or the plan of the man I got my own agenda sell the supply back to the da man Cut out the third party, no cell phones just meet me in the lobby We do this new addition and add it up without Bobby No mathematics, we aint in it for the smoke nor the heat nor the static We want longevity heart felt melodies Bring the happy days and good times like the Seventies This moement in time, the grind is so evident We bout to murder the game, leave no evidence No dna you can't see where we coming from All praises to God we don't rock with the morning son We rock like Gibraltar, leave your transgressions and your sins at the altar We don't want what you offer No living sacrifice we in it for the long hall Never been a week dude, never been strong armed Never ran in my, probably never will And if this goes down, it must of been his will We keep these wheels turning like Mississippi burning Cant knock my hustle, thats the way I be earning Cant stop what you cant see, can touch what you cant reach Im reaching out for that garment I aint hungry nigha I'm starving Working for that moment we seconds away A Luda said it best better move out my way This is only the beginning, I aint taking no L's gotta Free my people who mentally in them cells First we gotta post that bail, put up ten percent A we got the power look at all the money we spent Yo we put that on that gucci that louie that prada Trying to get to the promise land but nighas making it harder A, I will never fold I got an ill poker face Quick to step out of line, I put you back in your place A homey be cool I aint trying to eat your food Yo lets talk now a days we all got goons Oh, I dont have no fear, fear aint real to me Picture me being shook as a nigha who bleed just like me Biggie This is the Moement, this is the time This is the Moement, this is the time This is the Moement, this is the time This is the Moement, this is the time This is the Moement, this is the time
Writer(s): Maurice Bowles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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