nigher!
when we in the hood they respect us as bosses
i move like a golden chariot with fifty horses
no minuses only pluses
am paying the price of fame I don't care what the cost is
stay burning like Olympic torches
this child of God blesses every single track he touches
making moves automatic no clutches
your all looking lame to me you need clutches
moneys on my mind yous carry grudges
phero be laying down the law Who needs judges
the boy hot like his hell risen
hottest man to hit the streets that's terrorism
money talks I listen to bank tellers
boys are not smiling but we smile to what they tell us
no time, no time
i can can kill u with tubers
no be yam
awon boys

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