[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
Yeah
Fuck about none of you lazy ass fuck niggas
You know what I'm sayin'? It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God, nigga
My shit will be respected, nigga
Shit real, nigga! Feel me?
Check it, yo
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
It's the dark magician, show no fear to oppositions
My proposition between the lines of composition
No competition; gave 'em the pack from the table in the kitchen
Told 'em bring the money back for the mission
It's rules to this shit, you should already know
When you jugglin' weed, pills and smugglin' snow
Can't trust a soul; so nigga, you should already know
They might smile, plus the Ds wanna profile
So nigga, move with a light foot, 'cause you'll get your life took
No need to ask if I'm runnin', I might book
My right hook hit the hand of a buyer
The fiend is a consumer and the dealer the supplier
Don't get high off your own shit - can get you fired
Might get executed; futuristic weapons is extra suited
Tongue-wrestlin' get you muted
Nigga, lackin' get you looted, niggas attackin', the love is diluted
Twenty-one gun saluted; here go a bullet, chew it!
A nigga had to do it 'cause I was mad influenced
Stay away from the shade, God
The block jump like a nigga from slave times, the brave kind
Maze minds, wave with the fade, God
We gotta throw out—uh oh—ways, God
Enslaved minds, it's money out here for us to get
No counterfeit, shit fit for me and you to split
Yeah
Fuck about none of you lazy ass fuck niggas
You know what I'm sayin'? It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God, nigga
My shit will be respected, nigga
Shit real, nigga! Feel me?
Check it, yo
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
It's the dark magician, show no fear to oppositions
My proposition between the lines of composition
No competition; gave 'em the pack from the table in the kitchen
Told 'em bring the money back for the mission
It's rules to this shit, you should already know
When you jugglin' weed, pills and smugglin' snow
Can't trust a soul; so nigga, you should already know
They might smile, plus the Ds wanna profile
So nigga, move with a light foot, 'cause you'll get your life took
No need to ask if I'm runnin', I might book
My right hook hit the hand of a buyer
The fiend is a consumer and the dealer the supplier
Don't get high off your own shit - can get you fired
Might get executed; futuristic weapons is extra suited
Tongue-wrestlin' get you muted
Nigga, lackin' get you looted, niggas attackin', the love is diluted
Twenty-one gun saluted; here go a bullet, chew it!
A nigga had to do it 'cause I was mad influenced
Stay away from the shade, God
The block jump like a nigga from slave times, the brave kind
Maze minds, wave with the fade, God
We gotta throw out—uh oh—ways, God
Enslaved minds, it's money out here for us to get
No counterfeit, shit fit for me and you to split
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