Bounce
Miracle

Chorus:
Bounce
Bounce, bounce wit me, wit me
Bounce
Bounce, bounce wit me, wit me
Bounce
Bounce, bounce wit me, wit me
Bounce
Bounce, bounce wit me, wit me

Verse 1:
Okay, okay
Want war?
What's up?
Wanna fight?
Nigga what?
Niggas like y'all talk too much
Scared to buck, like to fuck
Here I am, here I go
Defeat me?
Hell no
Try though
Watch yo
You'll see
Die slow
Give a fuck what you know, who you know, how you know
I do though want to know, do you got it?
Where it grow?
I stay blowed
Optimo, Elbro, ?, dry bud, pepper weed
If I'm crunk, hydro
Shit, give me a leaf,fuck swisher sweet
You're Louisiana, I'm Texas Pete
Fuck obsolete, I'm too discrete
Sit back and pastor when the Port chief
Nigga fuck peace, love beef
Dinner time, let's eat
I'm the only one in the seat
Uno, that's me
Who dare test me?
Show yourself
Be ready to bleed
I hope you're strapped
I hope you're deep
I taste sweet
I smell defeat
Freak chicks love this more than stiff dick
This here my shit
My advice, fuck this

Chorus (twice)

Verse 2:
Been here
Been real
Know the facts
See the deal
My only goal, to rip a mil
My only fear is what I kill
Thou who test me
Please Lord, keep blessin' me
Never forsake me
Deliver thee from the thy enemies
Help me
Misery
Nightmares
Agony
This the pain I see
Make it stop
Make it leave
Georgia Boys
Real McCoy
It's Miracle not Pastor Troy
Ain't no Tonka toy
Nuclear, we'll destroy
Ain't no stopping me
The only way, kill me
And either way, best believe
Every real nigga gonna feel me
Bump this shit when they bury me
And leave the funeral smokin' weed
That's how we mourn in the A-U-G
Oh no it's the SGB
A nigga like me love to ball
Never fall
Stand tall
I done came out the south
Had my back against the wall
Fuck the buck, a hundred fall
Shot this nigga in the fall
Label me above the law
Money is my only cause
Yeah, I'm a real nigga
Fuck the Tommy Hilfiger
Glenn Hill made nigga
Red eyed dope dealer
Punk me out
Nigga I stick this pistol in your mouth
Beat you 'till you pass out
Kick your fake grill out
Violence what I'm all about
Fuck a quarter, fuck a ounce
750 all day
Ain't got it
So bounce

Chorus (twice)

Verse 3:
I'm a Cougar not Puma
Fucking mice, not nice
I placed my motherfucking writing so they couldn't read my name
I was bad as a kid
Thank the Lord for filthy kids
And I never got to thinking about the shit that I did
I was more than willing unfortunately not that able
Y'all niggas sporting that Polo
I sport that Knight Of The Round Table
Took my partner in school
Ran that bitch up my sleeve
Told the teacher "Bitch, fuck you, I'll listen when I please!"
A nigga can't bother flexin', ain't nothin' but shit in my hood
I push a motherfucking Honda, but that bitch run good
My Ho takes me where I need to go
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
In the winter, she the bed
In the summer slow Ho
What you know about them gold triple Ds, a hundred spokes
Window down, system pumping, puffin' on an Optimo
Hell, I'm blowed, head to toe
'Bout to let ya'll niggas know
Sitting up in the studio
Fuck that shit, lets start the show
Hell, I got to let it go
We ain't playin'
We ain't playin'

Chorus (twice)