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Belly Good Evening

(feat. Kurupt) Good evening bitches I am on my business (yeah!) Yeah, I am on my business Good evening bitches I am on my business (yeah!) Yeah, I am

knife Gotta good feelin' we'll be baggin' us a bunch today Well, it's beer season in my neck of the woods Well, they go down easy and they sure taste good

and on them nights how we grind til its light out grind til the sunset, til my grandson set, yup yeah, man my kids gone have the good life good days, good

go in front of the store Dressed in black shit Some like theys are meaner If they be hustlin' back, we'll fuck 'em Can't even do one thing, assassinate

no good So all of my fam could eat, see in the hood we hungry Hey, nigga, we playin' for keeps, my soldiers on the block get on it It be good if you

too good to be true I ain't never seen a ass like that The way you move it You make my pee pee go Da-doing doing doing The way she moves she's like a belly

on up we gone come down Benz and bladed up truck all that shit, all that shit is good and everything I have gotta be wood all over, even in a Range Rover

[Intro: Killah Priest] Uh.. Black August Good Morning America It's Killah Priest back at ya I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh Priesthood, Big U in the

air, the weather is getting strange Drugged up sedated and numb from the pain The sickness in America has spread to her brain She is no longer fit to make good