Open your heart to see how hard I'm trying Open your heart to see that I'm not lying Open your heart to see me trying to control All I say and all I know Take one more step
beyond the Van Allen Belt I was transformed into a spirit with no shell I'm modifying the weather from behind a weather shield Writing with a feathered quill, gettin' more
jungle We come with more heat - lock shit DOWN! [Chali 2na:] Yeah, of all secrets I'm the best kept Making sure my first step is my best step I watched
on a scale, of one to ten, you a twelve I chose, her over jail and hell Originally from ATL [T-Mo] Compatible souls come together, under bad weather
get hard for you No more whore got you with a headache Blowing up his pager trying to plead your case To late ya x'd out its best you understand You ain't shit no more
this dish I'm under Emily's spell If you couldn't already tell I love every iota Yoda should have told me she was off to South Dakota One more yacht bird
entrepeneur is more than a rag-a-ma-jaga a Scorpio buy my cure South Side [x4] Your man wants to get rid of ya Cause now you're the number one neighborhood
Park Mexican:] Ugh V.I.P. baby The room's kinda foggy, ballin is a hobby She said I like your style, I told her it was doggy More champagne, and more
Chris B I don?t think you want to step in this cipher Fuckin? round with a dog, guess what Woo-haa I?ll bite ya Excite ya like the fourth of July I ain
, dead. death becomes you says the crow to The cheetah because you're an old cat. see you seem a little under the Weather, while me, my wings are as strong
flow I'd rather fuck with a hoodrat Cause the bitch is much cheaper, so here we roll Geah One two one two Geah One two one two Check it out One two one
That was us A menace yet still I played tennis, ain't that cruddy Advanced with the Reeboks, they called them, ?Cut Buddies' I hung with one, only one
crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Now put thought to the word one '
cant resist this dish im under emilys spell if you couldnt already tell i love every iota, yoda should have told me she was off to south dakota one more
bitch I'm a neighborhood superstar I'll cook anything from a ki of coke To a gram of that boyd Niggas scoring glocks Like brand new Hot Boy Reeboks On my blocks stepping
, put on a scale of one to ten, you a twelve I chose her over jail and hell Originally from ATL Compatible souls come together, under bad weather To
pitiful far away from home and far off any rule [ref:] we all live under the sun one for all and all for one allthough bad weather and cold and