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Verse 1 (Mo Stylez)
You can catch us on the block beating it up with hums/
outcast cause I came from the depth of the slums/ had to duck hot lead thank
God it missed me now/ aint no weapon prospering formed against me peep/ its all
over since them Aíz showed up/ leaning to the side with them Aíz throwed up/ Mo
Stylez check ya stats I aint ya average rap cat/ Iím more like a gospel rap
savage

Verse 2 (PC)
its gospel mania/ peep how them Preachaholicz branging that new
sound that pound in yo cranium/ we open the briefcase flip the red switch to
stain ya/ with a million pounds of uranium/ explosive like locomotives/ full of
TNT we highly corosive/ I told ya we club blaze and roast ya/ hot like pop
tarts jumping out of a toaster.

Hook
Got it going for the homies that got the Ghost/ throw yo hands in the air like
ya ought to know/ party people all hands you got to throw/ in the air and then
bounce till ya canít no more/ AO steady growing and showing em what they
knowing and flowing its got em glowing powered up by the throne/ aint nobody
that can slow em from getting em where they going AO keep it going til its time
to go

Verse 3 (Mo Stylez)
itís the A/ we drop weights from the coast to the bay/ lay
back bumping tracks all day/ we make ya party till ya hair turn grey/ its G-
music by the homie Big J/ and we donít care about what the world say/ blow the
speakers through the block all day/ hands up let me here ya holla hey/ hey hey
hey hey

Verse 4 (Big Beem)
its Big Beem still blazing the scene/ swerving Burbs with a
gangsta lean/ when I speak yall I stall the planet/ causing damage cause I
floss with bandits/ in drop tops on hot blocks/ where they spark glocks in the
parking lot/ dark or not man we still gone praise/ giving props to the Father
with our hands up raised.

Verse 4( PC)
itís the finale so let the rally/ show em we aint scared up in the
valley/ by throwing up ya hands like the world donít miss ya/ and let this
Preachaholic ripe song convince ya

Verse 5 (Mo Stylez)
that we lyrically ferocious/ we rip mics for Christ and
watch hell run like lights do to roaches/ and chill while the tension declines/
blessed cause Heaven is mine/ Iíll leave ya blind when I glisten and shine/ AO
said it before we aint stopping/ til yolks start dropping and gz get to flocking

Verse 6 (Big Beem)
cause when we come through we produce shock waves/ dropping
weights like Bombay on hot stages/ God gave it so I spit it with fire/ designed
to take you higher bouncin with the Messiah uh/ it donít stop we keeps it hot/
dropping fire on the block till the run like Lot /feel me.

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