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out of my business
'Posed to be in Mrs manning
But I skipped to Mrs gilbert
Hold up, let me play calling
Let me sneak out the building
Say, go to car,

lil nigga
You can cook it up by yourself
You ain't ask for no help
Keep the recipe like mr krabs
My sauce ain't goin nowhere
Sticc gotta big drum on it

that car twice (Gone)
If Tone spittin'
I'm Ghost dippin' in Thug Life (For real)
I'm home chillin' or I'm outside
With the fog lights you Mrs doubtfire
I

Niggas couldn't ride my wave if they bought a brand new boat
I was born in Hartford, right there by the coast
I be creeping in that black Spyder

float along
We don't envy them
I was raised by go getters
Pops lived in his whip
Then got it out the trunk
Bitch I know no limits
We don't do no gimmicks

on the links 
Noodles or steaks 
Pistols and shanks 
It's levels and Ranks nigga I grew up with greats 
Surrounded by killas
Hustlers and dealers pushing

to think that that's a little gross 
But now I see her right at the end of the show 
Call her lil boat cause I leave her soaked

Do it for my niggas in

Roll Call Reloaded

Chamillionaire

Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 4

2008

imitating Killa Kyleon]
Run it, hey
Lookin at the game, it's like I need some more spitters
When they sayin lyricist they only sayin four niggaz (run it)

getter
Hmm yeah
I'm that nigga
Hmm yeah
That nigga
Hmm yeah
Nigga go figure
Came through dripping got damn it I'm wet
Lil nigga make room watch a young

cause it's so serene
White shirt, green stain from the Listerine
Back when I was trynna get fly like Mr. Clean
So small I could fit inside my sister's

some problems and begs
Y'all must ain't learn the game by now, these niggas gone dang sin
And just because he got his kids tonight don't mean I ain't sin

kites to get them home (get them home)
Dropped a 50 off tonight, by the morning they be gone (they be gone)
Had to throw my dog a bone, I won't eat if he

wit it i been getting to it ..                       up in killa city gotta keep a tool 
Killer rules living by the streets barley any peace so we throw

it is
Well fuck you then
One, two, threes
Like Lil Wayne
It's the Carter 3
Mrs. Officer calling my phone
She wants some closure
You see, yeah
How you

It's the time to tell you how I got into this
Fairly shy, don't know why, how could I miss
There were nights when I cried on my bed sheet
Telling

on everything like a bitch, but-
Yeah

I'm shooting shots like I'm Curry, lil nigga, swear I been wet
You sleeping with your brother, bitch, to me, that looks

started to transition started plotting then
Uncage my praise the faith I got for God and then
People gonna think I'm Fairly Odd like Mr. Crocker then
Glad I

Lil torpedo taking off
...Moving kind of fast his loved ones tell him slow down
But phony homies tell him "Dale gas" or your not down
Home isnt

It's yours truly Mr. Tray Charles By the way and um
Imma Kick a lil' something one of my favorite rappers Used to say
And I'll never grow up I

im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker
come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya
and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya
turn u over like

the car
If you want yo shit back I need 10 by tmrw

Sliding in them rays flipping stolen cars this shit all of the bop n some of it off the fraud

Cj hit

roll, but I assure you that would be a rocky road
But these mixed signals probably got you near misses
So excuse, miss, but I ain't ready for Mrs. (Though

Cuz I'm the Mack

The Jacka

The Jacka

2001

bein' broke
I got my town by the throat
Coughing up major doe
But it wasn't enough
because the bomb I smoke
And the fluff I snow
Turned me into a killa

gangsters
And them niggas had a shtick
Sooner or later, I'm gone get me a blick
I need me a tech, I got shii to protect
I'm a grown ass man, I am not no lil