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One More Step (Feat. Styles P)

Ciphers in front of The Apollo as a shorty

Now I got a clip full of hollows in the.40

Louis, Guccis, every now and then Mauris

I take too long to come back, send for me

Know how to work it, big things pop on the underground circuit

Maintain 'til it surface

The nerve of these peasants

Treat a rap budget like a bird how I stretch it

Think they get the message

Waters, Dutchies, lot of herb in a session

So-called tough guys, herbs with aggression

Put your thoughts all over the curb with the Wesson

What used to be superb now is depressing

Negative energy

Generated from the snakes and the centipedes

You will remember me

I just get the storm started

Cold-blooded, warm-hearted

Either way you on target

Move to the side, let the lane merge

The gun's like fried rice, who want they brain stirred?

Enter the limelight, lemon drop-top off of crime life

Always see the crew in the hindsight

Yeah!

American sedan, the shooters got Berettas in their hand

This is Mafia, veterans'll plan

Word to the tape on the brick, this is raw

I'm in the 4x4, 8 plus 8 in the clip

The hustling Harry Potter, shaking the brick

Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch

And my car's like a spaceship

Got gold in my Nike checks

Jordans got ice in the laces

Pants got a gun where the waist is

It's basic, shirt smell like herb smoke

Chirp, yo, Chirp back

Let me know who getting murked, though

Yeah, we getting money, nigga

Who getting work, though

And I got the Kush, nigga

I got the Purple, move squares

'Cause we got a hold on the circle

Kill you or hurt you, whatever's a virtue

Beat you like ya parents when you breaking your curfew[Chorus]

Homie, live life to the death

We gonna make it to the top, just one more step

Get this money, it don't matter if it's cash or check

We gonna make it to the top, just one more step

Big houses, cars and jewels that's wet

We gonna make it to the top, just one more step

To the family, friends, whole life is set

We gonna make it to the top, just one more step, one more stepYo, living my life, what's left of it

Don't try to go to jail but if you do make the best of it

If you crash into a bullet then it ain't no estimate

It's a money-back guarantee, my nigga

Death's a definite

This is audio crack, guess who's cheffing it

Jadakiss and SP, do this effortless

Gun play make you do whatever son say

If the Lord send you a flight, the ticket is one-way

Put that work in when you young, you get power

The money don't match the running it get sour

Still rep the hood to the death

A promise is only good if it's kept

Niggas'll kill you for less

Silence is golden, go 'head, keep dozing

The window of opportunity keeps closing

We gon' see if you really a clutch baller

A cell is small, but a casket is much smaller

Burn out 30 a set shit, 60 a Key shit

That's street shit, Jada & P shit

Lambos, hoopties, shooters and groupies

Montclair, D-Squared, Emilio Pucci

Long trips, short trips, making me nauseous

Court shit, gave them Jews money for Porsches

Made a couple mil for the small shit

We rap and keep raw, so we on some street lore-Forbes shit

Wall still spin, upgraded the floor flip

Ain't touch it, ain't see it, ain't hear about it

If it's money gone, believe we gon' care about

Send some niggas to your crib, take the air up out it

Leave some blood up in it

Listen, fam, the Lam's the color of toast

The seats is like butter in it

No hammers in the club, box cutter in it

Long money and big checks

Get popped in the chest, face, wig, neck

Tre Pound, Sig, Tec

Play the game, get a plane is ya ship wreck

Learn from the best if you ain't learn shit yet

Yeah! Motherfucker[Chorus]

Songwriters

Styles, David / Holland, Brian / Holland, Edward, Jr. James / Phillips, Jason T. / Coppin, Levar / Matthews, DelanoPublished by

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