Finally Back - Instrumental

de Souls Of Mischief

Tajai:

It goes one, two, three.
Thats the count of the immaster mount thats got scrilla.
We got the killa taj and willa young lady looking sensuous.
To solcialize.
I sense she is down so she lie
Back with me
Cuz its a natural thing, so act quickly
Cuz its like that we gunna be...

Opio:

...out the dope stack
And my pockets relax
Calm.
Collecting my scratch .
And the girlies attracked.
I snatched
Women, make them collapse on their back side.
Thats right.
When Im finished, vanish into the night.
Like the caped crusader dont say hi to the trick.
Cant appreciate them, cuz they just be riding the dick.

A-plus:

See, we too fly to be weak.
Telling hoes to step aside.
Be like I aint the one,
But get them sprung
When Im erectified.
I betcha tried to get my dope, but nope.
Always cautious with my cash, cuz my dad told me so.
My rhyme will blow your foe away.
I know the way
To freak it, so hoes know the a.

Phesto:

Todays just another day for me to get paid.
Invade the stage,
And retreat for the shade.
Find me a top bread freak to get laid.
Back when Im masquerade.
I get basquerade (? ? ? )
Direct from
My spectrum
To select from.
Sex them,
Neglect them,
Then Im on the the next one.

[chorus:]

Yeah. grab the money and run.
You gotta, get the girl, grab the money, and run.
You gotta, get the girl, grab the money, and run.
You gotta, get the girl, grab the money.

A-plus:

We dissin rappers cuz I think I need to.
We chillin drinking 80 proof liters.
Makin skeezers say ooh ahh.
Let them know who crew robbed.
Dont wanna shoo yall,
Just wanna be makin my loot.
Life is best to trife
Strife
Is something inside, I guess.
I confess my shit is fresh.

Tajai:

We provide hits to care your stress,
Which coincide with making gs, so yes,
You can say weve been blessed.
To all the woman who are attractive,
Come and holler at your folks if your testa are nonreactive.
Big phes, aman, come on and take it.
Never leaving in a cashing stae if mount lay.

Phesto:
Before I gravitate
Ill wait
And see if emcees elaborate
On something they might have to say.
But they disaray.
I watch them cascade to their last day
And cast away
When they ask to say,
A rash display,
Under the gun,
Get the girl, grab the money, and run.

Opio:
When I touch the microphone it gets flamin hot.
Niggas jumpin out the woodworks to claim our spot.
I got the game locked down,
Bound,

And gagged.
These other niggas are magnified the sound of a drag
In an abominal effect.
Make women weak in the knees and jet.

[chorus]

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