Ain't nothing more important than the mula (The mula) Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah Ain't nothing more important than the mula Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me I'm with my shooter

Come chill baby, chill baby Come chill with a nigga Yeah yeah (yeah) 'Cause a girl like you Deserves affection when we're sexing It's a blessing that you came So when you come through You already know what's on my mind We ain't gotta waste no time

I ain't worried, I ain't worried Ho, naw, I ain't worried, just know I ain't worried Rap game that's mine due time I ain't lyin', y'all ain't gotta be worried Ho, naw, I ain't worried, these niggas ain't worthy 'Long as my family straight, you know

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga Dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor The Math gon' drop him And 50 ain't rocking with him no more It's okay, I get it popping Whole club

Niggas be like "give me this, give me that, give me a lot" Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie Nigga, gimmie got shot Nigga gimmie got shot Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot Niggas be like "give me a hand out" Gimmie, gimmie My whole life ain't nobody gimme

They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you

Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call

{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggaz From the world, and from themselves Lord can you please shine that light on your sons They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one {"Ohh, it's a

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) I keep the hammer on side of me Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out! La la