Lyrics:
slip, I'll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'
I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
up the ball and the chain
Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way
Ayy, they been inflicted by this off top
On top of the injured list, sit
club
I sign eight by tens for all my friends beats all you've ever seen
It won't be long until I get a record deal
(It's Cledus) the karaoke king
I
rocks
Mother fuck the cops stack up the quap
We are them boys in the motherfucking hood woah
No pup i'm a big dog rah
That Goyard bag that's kriss kross
right
In the moncler incase anybody around might
Try to front on my nigga's you hit the ground like
So tell flex i'm what New York sound like
A'yo flex
like this
In every single hood in the WORLD I'm called Kris
It's the, truth for ya, it's the proof for ya
My Cristal passes more bars than lawyers
high
50 got the fucking hood on lock, what
I've been doing my own thing
You can tell by the stones on my neck
And my wrist and my ears i'm doing my
a little bit, we floss a little bit
In the club buying out kris, pour us a little bit
I told y'all that my borough is thorough
I know niggas that'll clap you
We here for the bag load it up by the pound
Take out the dye packs dont make a sound
Ight bitch thanks get back on the ground
We got 40 seconds till
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
I dumped seventeen times...
Niggas don't want none
Tired of these problems
Can't call me a pimp...
Why?
Because I actually love my mama
So call me
Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper
Like I said before my radar's going bibbit bibbit
The microphone I grip-it grip-it, lyric lyric I
love hip-hop you might of heard my shit once
Or maybe twice or like thirteen thousand times
I'm sick of it myself I'm loving the shine
Who else could
reach the top
Big clouds
Loud sounds
12 Rounds
All I smoke is thrax
I roll that shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood
I'm wit t my niggas ridin'
the oven/
i been wantin them nuggets needin ya buds/ 20 into it by 6 months/
Like pigs wit all they donuts/
or kids wit a couple maple bars/ (biting sound
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
naked body on D's
Do or die is the motto that we strive to live
Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids
From every hood to block to park to street
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
, come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
helair?
Doing well but my nigga's momma on welfare
Ridin' round the town and you know
I'm safe and sound cause
For me being in the hood
Is safer than
ball, kay, broad, g'day!,
Now G'd afternoon, subhuman self, caught a splash of moon, got stupid felt
By the moon light, oh my passive wounds
They thrash
and the elevators ain't never fixed
They got my hood surrounded by the steel black fence
It's that to keep the crime out or keep it trapped in
Liquor stores on every
the hood
He ain’t never scene the block the chance he got I wish I could
Man I hate his dedication and his drive it make me sick
But foreal fuck Kris he
You know I do it on my own now, few chains and a gold crown
Askin where the hood at, homie it's the whole town
Killin new school flows, with an old
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