L.G. Wise

L.G. Wise - Da Weight Is Over songtekst

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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

I'm talkin about the pearly ones

Not runnin from feds

Hittin gates

We heaven bound

Gold streets

Dubs clean

No bullet proofs Lacs

Devil's bustin at me

Dirty south scene

I seen it all

Baller blow up

Baller must fall



Chorus

Wanna live your life

So

Go ahead and get high

No

Before you lose your life

Boy

The weight is over

The world waiting on us

Got the whole world son waiting on us

So when we step up on this game

Don't be hatin on us

I see you all grilled up like you ready to bust

We tired of this crap

They waitin on us



Verse 2

W I S E seekin for souls

I come to snatch em up out the fire

Son hit em and roll

I know that you thug livin

The way that you drug dealin

you say that you God fearin

I know that you love women

Comin thru the hood like you rougher than rough

But in the presence of my God

You just a speckle of dust

And it's time to bow down

Confess it to God

Cuz you always grillin up

Frontin thinkin you hard

Bullets ricashay on you hundred grand dream car

Ego trippin like the whole world know who you are

You ain't ready for it

But don't mean that you won't get it

Like you talk about God

Don't mean that you gonna live it

Everybody wanna thug

nobody walkin in love

Homie Christ shed His blood

While you lettin off slugs

Eminem I know you claim to be thug

You wanna talk about Britney Spears

But won't talk about Suge

Cuz if you do son

Be on the next hit list

And when he come up out the joint

Get your whole wig split

Wanna keep it gangsta

Then baby boy keep it real

Knowin you sayin anything

So the people will think you real

Know that you Slim Shady

Time to switch it up

It's time for the real one to please stand up



Chorus
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