When you look at the sun during your walking meditation, the mindfulness of the body helps you to see that the sun is in you; without the sun there is no life at all and suddenly you get in touch with the sun in a different way.

Thích Nhất Hạnh

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March Nigga Step
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Ca sĩ: Juvenile
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[Juvenile (Verse 1)]
 
You live that life... slangin' that iron off tha porch
 
When a ***** blow... you hit him up with tha torch
 
You got confidence... you got your chest buffed out
 
If you buy a Lex... you got your **** clutched out
 
*****s know your name... 'cause they done heard it in tha pen
 
*****s know your face... 'cause of tha places you done ben
 
Your family straight... is that goin' for somethin'
 
You got your lil' man with ya... he ain't askin' for nothin'
 
Get rid of these roaches... you got a Cash Money toaster
 
Ready for war... you got that iron in your holster
 
Full of that fire... black magic on your tires
 
You keep all of your hoes 'cause you a liar
 
You're swolled up... you just come home from doin' sticks
 
You done blowed up... and you already got them bricks
 
If they try ta jack... is you gon' put 'em in they place?
 
When you **** your ****... is you gon' hit 'em in they face?
 
 
 
(Chorus)
 
Well grab your 223's, and march ***** step
 
Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march ***** step
 
Play if me if you want, we gon' march ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
Grab your 223's, and you march ***** step
 
Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march ***** step
 
Play with me if you want, we gon' march ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
 
 
[Verse 2]
 
You full of that liquor... you just met a little freak
 
And you're ready to hit her... up in the corner, and it's sweet
 
You're feelin' good... you're makin' money out the ***
 
Up in your neighborhood... you 'bout ta go buy you a Jag
 
You're quittin' the game... everything is gravy
 
'cause ya made a little change... from bustin' them *****s' brains
 
Ya like how ya live... you got everything ya need
 
Up inside of your crib... like Hennesy and weed
 
You're runnin' with killers... you got that green **** with ya
 
You're slingin' them pillas... you don't know nothin' but guerrillas
 
You got television... up in your Lexus and your Benz
 
You can go and get 'em... showin' off in twenty-inch rims
 
'Bout 187... you put a finish to your beef
 
With them MAC-11's... while your suckin' your gold teeth
 
You accept your lick... look, you protect it like a man
 
When you got that iron... is you gon' slang what's in yo' hand?
 
 
 
(Chorus)
 
Well grab your 223's, and march ***** step
 
Bring your 40's and 9's, we gon' march ***** step
 
Play with me if you want, we gon' march ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
Grab your 223's, and march ***** step
 
Bring your 40's and 9's, we gon' march ***** step
 
Play with me if you want, we gon' march ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
Grab your 223's, and you march ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
 
 
[Verse 3]
 
You full of some diamonds... you got your Rolie iced out
 
You're steadily shinin'... you livin' in a nice house
 
You gon' put your girl... up on tha next thing smokin'
 
If she think you're jokin'... is she gon' get a quick chokin'?
 
You could take a trip... to tha Bahamas if you want
 
You could turn a trick... with lil' momma if ya want
 
You ain't worried 'bout nothin'... tha game been good to you
 
So you done retired from hustlin'... or is ya still doin' somethin'?
 
You tired of them laws... tryin' ta take *****s ta jail
 
You tired of them boys... 'cause you got money for your bail
 
You got a reputation... 'cause you be bustin' them heads
 
*****s be infiltratin'... tryin' ta give you up to tha Feds
 
You eat tha best of ****... and be ballin' at breakfast-s
 
Tattoos all on your stomach and on your neck and ****
 
You 'bout ridin' up in tha best of ****, and them new Lexus-s
 
You got nothin' but diamonds up in your necklaces
 
 
 
(Chorus)
 
Well grab your 223's, and march ***** step
 
Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march ***** step
 
Play with me if you want, we gon' march ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
Grab your 223's, and march ***** step
 
Bring your 40's and 9's, and march ***** step
 
Play with me if you want, we gon' march ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
Bring your 223's, and march ***** step
 
Bring your 40's and 9's, and march ***** step
 
Play with me if you want, we gon' march ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
 
 
[Juvenile]
 
Bring your MAC-11, and march ***** step
 
Bring your AK, march ***** step
 
Bring your MAC-90, march ***** step
 
Call my *****, Baby, ta march ***** step
 
Call my *****, Weezy, ta march ***** step
 
Call my *****, Turk, ta march ***** step
 
Call my *****, Geezy, ta march ***** step
 
Call my *****, Mannie, ta march ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
Play with tha CMB, you gon' march ***** step
 
March ***** step
 
 
 
[Mannie Fresh talking]
 
In tha year 2000
 
March ***** step
 
Get tha **** on