Correction Lyrics On My Soul by Tobe Nwigwe, Nas & Jacob Banks

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[Jacob Banks]
I, oh, yeah, oh, I
I, ooh
I

Ooh (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh

On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go
Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll
On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho
[Tobe Nwigwe]
Guard your grill, guard your grill
Ain't nobody out here hard to kill
The gat I pack go "pap" and peel your cap from front to back
Have you stiff or hard as steel
Ah, tuna fish my hardest meal
Stay trill when they switch to a harder skill
I'm in the field like a Buffalo Bill with a bubble-coat filled
With a couple little posts, chill
Switch it up, get direct, black and white, Michael Bibby
I get cheese with everybody, but can't do it with no Mickey
Keep a blicky on me for them serpеnts tryna give me hickeys
Who want smokе? Who want smoke? Well, guess what, ho, I'm the chimney, ah

[Jacob Banks]
Bring me the smoke and I'll build you a fire
To burn my desire, burn my desire
Bring me the smoke and I'll build you a fire
To burn my desire, burn my desire

Ooh (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh

On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go
Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll (Yeah)
On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho
[Nas]
Don't slander all the banter
Just one answer, I'm an animal
I'm just one man, outstandin' though
Part wolf, part king, part Hannibal
Example, proof, I'm built like I'm mechanical
On the mic, I'm a cannibal
You don't know who I'm family to
You don't know my team, you don't know what my mans'll do
Turn it up to the maximum, gorillas in the trap
But them got millions watchin' every move I make 'cause I'm what's happenin'
Got jaws droppin', autopsies, drive hard tops, got hard body
'Cause Nas told me, "Y'all problem", this high-powered, high-profit

On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go
Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll (Yeah)
On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho
On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go
Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll
On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho (What up, thun? Let's get it)

[Nas & Jacob Banks]
Yeah, uh
Uh-huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)

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