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Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time
the picture of survival
Live in the flesh, dropping bombs on my rivals
We the motherfucking JETS
You just motherfucking clown shoes
Borrowing ya big homie
clear and cloud
Brown baby brown baby
As years roll by i want you to walk
Walk with your head held high
I want you to live by
Live by the justice code
I
and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
We do it this way
We do it this way
You must respect me
Because I come directly from my
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
They wait on my arrival
Even though we fuss and fight, Niggas know that we eternal rivals
I been looking for a way to clear these sins and don't even
some tracks
With my beats mixed with some made by himself
Oh shit yes mine were made by myself
Bitch you listening this is Mr. Chris reppin hotline
Ain't no limit
Yeah
Ain't no limit
Fuck the sky I'm way above it
Only moving up and that's the way that I run it.
Chris Brown I run it
Look at me
my momma close
To dyin' while we broke a youngest child
I always listened to my father when he spoke
Because he'd been through it all
A Chris Paul
would never say that no more
I got my mind right now
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never
by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later
Zero to one hundred real quick
I no get time for all the picnic
Am too busy no time to dey think
by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later
Zero to one hundred real quick
I no get time for all the picnic
Too busy no time to dey think
When
All heat like wall street ya stock crashin'
Now the fed wanna read his rights
Lord have mercy Jesus Christ I got passion
I'm blackin' all my niggas
Funerals were made, by the beauties sprayed
But now I'm different, somethin new today
I'm seein bright tunnels, bein My Life, crumbled before
Now I'm
and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
We do it this way
We do it this way
You must respect me
Because I come directly from my
rival/The situation is getting vital/If you're scared go to church read the bible/My ak/47 is for survival/I stay killing rapers going viral/Give a mad
Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture
Ooooh! Can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach
Browns bein the greatest
I can't even pick which brown race is my favorite
Neva behavin'
But my vibes are innocent
Rap is a relay my stamina infinite
She
with my trues henny
Brown is how we roll never know
Fake shit dwellin in a circle
Mane, just a pain
The black is from tears like heavy trains
Everythang
Speak up clear and cloud
Brown baby
Brown baby
As years roll by
Walk with your head held high
I want you to live by
Live by the justice code
I
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]
Yesterday I fell in love
Today feels like my funeral
I just got hit by a bus
Shouldn've been so beautiful
Don't know why I
all on my plate
All of the thugs in the back
They shooting craps and they got The strap just in case
So stay in ya place!
Who tryna play i came
doubting stay the fuck Up out my vicinity
False idols an all my rivals try to Bring me down
Try to tell us that your king but You won't make me bow
They say
clear and loud
Brown baby brown baby brown baby
As years go by I want you to go with your head up high
I want you to live by the justice code
And I
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