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cards but we ain't hallmark
Thought the shot was hot and run this ain't no ballpark
And you really got the bitch hung
This ain't no wall art

Why you pull

shit like Chef Curry
Drop shit like John Wall
Shoot shit like Kobe Bryant
Your wrist soft Chris Bosh
I done told these Niggaz bout playin wit me
If we

ever bend
Cuz if I do his will then I know it's Gods plan
Was it in His will for Will to slap Chris
I mean I guess if it wasn't then he woulda missed

slapped him with enough force he wouldn't talk again
Put him in the walls of jericho he couldnt walk again
Had brain damage little comprehension
My dad beat

bad things in my life life I can't talk about
Spraying at the walls I'm bringing roaches rouches out
No doubt ima slide on gawd
No clout just ride for

Blue walls concrete
Where you knew everybody
couldn't be discreet
Main line all the time
Just hear me when I rhyme
Don't need to have sex
For you to be

the Great
They probably call me Your Grace
Saint
I know
I know
I know
Hey Bill what's up it's your Grandson Chris
I called knowing you wouldn't pick up but I

I'm back
Back up on my hoe shit
I mean my old shit fuck a bitch
Leave her with nothing but a tooth pick
Yeah I'm ruthless
Bust a nut up in Ruth Chris

pissed off
Give assist to the team like Chris Paul
Or I do it by myself like John Wall
Did you know I was made to ball?
Pull up on the scene just make that

the calmest
So in ya walls ms I'm gone move the warmest
All that thug shit just because your life ain't soaring
All that love shit can't keep ya bit to stop

LOVE YOU BEST

Lyrics & Music by mPHATic (Aka Chris D KnoX)  Copyright  All Rights Reserved February 2021

Intro:
Love you best / Love you /Best
I

the dark
Now I’m standing on risers with choirs

Came up from walking on rocks with no socks
Blessed by the OGs and all of the thugs
Now they sayin’ that

a lot of cash (Are you even listening?)
Bitch playin' mahjong, and, she checkin' the forecast (I hope you get hit by lightning!)
We was watchin' her

a show to the mall cops
Pants off she ain't fucking with no pea cock
I'm huge like the cafe... a hard rock
Chris Jericho, bout to break the walls down

Written by Chris Wall
c 1993 McJames Music BMI

EXPIRES ON TUESDAY
Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau

DON'T BE AFRAID, COME DOWN ONE AND ALL.
OUR PROMISES, THEY RING THROUGH SACRED

out of the dark
Step up to the plate swing and hit you out of the park
Could you meet me out at the park let me seduce you
I'm kinda like Chris Tucker

God is I and I is you
Possible to fly up to the moon
Often I'm volatile as you
Faulty by design it's true
The opposite of life is you 

Rhyme like

on that venom 

Double up my cup 
How I dirty up the Fanta
 
Shooter by my side 
And he snappin like a camera 

You would think he nick 
How he wild out

Arranged:Molanchek
Mixed & Mastered:Chris Pui
How many eras have overcome
I saw the thirsty in your eyes
But power is only pain that makes

got 'em like Chris
Rock when he played Pookie
The strip poppin', I ride for cash
N' you softer then a toddler ass

You could ask any cat that was

the bills before they cut my water, otta
Make the best of this life
And I ride my bike right through red lights, just might
Stop by Chris D's and grab a bag

the Nikes tighter on me feet to run and chase a breath
Fuck it let me break the fourth wall
Pass the mic to other personality like Chris Paul
He is 45 his

got 'em like Chris
Rock when he played Pookie
The strip poppin', I ride for cash
N' you softer then a toddler ass

You could ask any cat that was