Intro:       Uh    Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?    It's gone be butter, nahmean?    Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah    Crack the Mo, here we go    I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow    Son, no doubt, god it's real    Every member of my clique is equipped with steel    Suga, let's (HEESHA!), uhh, god bless       Verse 1:       Just the type of man that can lace the crowd    Which ya hands on ya [BLANK] or you could raise them proud    I bust shots off    Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hot-ter    I got a lock ya, flavour to bring    Got the championships so I'ma savour the ring    Church boy, raised by my grandmomma    Home-bred, I dead all the drama    I'm like the mystical funk technician    It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission       Chorus:    God bless ya lover, god bless you (x4)       Verse 2:       Have mercy!    Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirsty    Bless the sky, energy created by my third child    Swerve wit it, get it get it    Feels good to bust shots at the critics    You crave more taste of my funk    When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk    Soul for real, but not the group    I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop Coupe    I distribute melodies while ya gold trees    Step a dip like a flip, '96 kis       Chorus x 2       Matter fact take it to the bridge       Bridge:    God bless    God bless ya lover    *repeat*       Verse 3:       Honey dippin off my Nautica sleeves    With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese    Shouldn't hate me cos I'm raw    (I thought you fell off kid!) You said that shit before    But you see miracles when you're lyrical    Off some LL shit, chickens get hysterical    Cos I..... form like Voltron    Let's get it on and take ya chime bomb (*explosion*)    Knock it off    I like your style but it's a slight bit soft    Son, the LL rule, huh    I pick it up and lay it down mad cool    It'll cost you a fortune (What?)    For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin       Chorus to fade       Outro: (*over chorus*)    It's all built for '96 kid!    No diggity, *?Rehaud?* lace me    Nahmean? Lil Chris in the house    Ol Moms, Big E and the fam    Yo son, who's next?