Lyrics:
Chris that
Used to play ball
Skinny with a mushroom cut about yay tall
He's pushin rhymes like what they call him
Pitbull? I've seen him in a club
With
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
missing me
My partners was frightned aint know what to do saw me passed out started lifting me
Two cars passed by my partners jhi spazzed said chris are you
and Chucky up in stopped goin' a two man lady bug
David Lewis June 4th Chris Tall you and Keith Robinson
Bozo and me, Circuit Los and with it Antwon
Fuck
chicks was in there freaking
Grinding off "As We Lay"
Walk with me why'all
Back in the Day, you and ya man slap tapping away
Pitching chains, playing
[GA]
Comin' from the playground.
Take it straight back to the bricks.
Yo, Chris, tell 'em where it is.
[Chris]
Chillin'; cooler den a squeak;
I got em'
Yea
AyWhatchuTellemFoooo
Came up on that dirty corner
Raised by a stop sign
Baby mama be the glock 9
Yeah that's my baby Nina
She gone drop
Yo this Chris Rock
I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay
We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose
That's how we do it
That's all we do
Belaire Rose!
I know everybody remember their first time
No matter how old you are
You gotta remember that very first time you did something man
Ain't nothing
sellin' nickel bags
Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?
Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half
Smokers get the [?], man where
Yeah
Trice
Statik Selektah
O back around the corner
Got the crack, put in your orders
We 'bout to run up out the stores
It's notorious,
People look at me like I'm Einstein, the prime mind of a man born at the right time
World War what you might find with open eyes like a landmine
Some say the game's rigged
Cause The Man didn't give us manuals to
The game to make it big
A corner boy tryna claim a smidge
To keep all the right
Where the Mary go
Lost in the carousel
Kickin’ Chris P on the stereo
Trynna reach overseas
Dip, take trips, pip, cheerio
Coolin’ brickstone
Fire up
bae bro (grrrr)
Came home scramblin', all you heard was ambulance
Somebody got hit on the corner, doin' hand to hands
12-12's out the minivan, it
that pistol ain't on the street
Chris Portello, yeah he used to fuck with Madonna
The South Beach King is, federal informer
Homey watch the corner
ball, corner pocket
Ah man, nigga stop it (nigga stop it)
You know it's Dollaz
When it comes to rap, no problems
Haha, hold up, talk to 'em
I'm
No Chris no drake no guidance
Especially when it come to this violence
They no math but don't no science
Get caught by the cops you crying
Then ya go
locked in
Bitch you are looking at prophets, uh
This is too easy yo give me a challenge
I'm making hits, Chris Breezy Rihanna
By now you should know us, we
jam
But with the soap its gonna blam
The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
That's why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle
This ain't nothin' I can make up
Made a hunnid bands 'fore I wake up
Made a hunnid bands so I pray up
Gotta give thanks to the man when I wake up
Yea
(JAE5)
I still got my youth but I'm more mature
I bumped into baby by the corner store
It's mad cah I saw her the night before
I was the only
on tha corner tryna make a livin'
Tryna make it back home, so we take a pistol
15, mug mean, we was big boys
Clutching on tha big toys, gamble wit' tha
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