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Yeah
What it do, motherfuckers?
How does it really feel to be alive these days?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
How does it really fucking feel

called by the name
Chris the little bitch

I lost my cat
I lost my cat
I lost my cat 

The time has come
For Chris's dick to be chopped off
And roasted

Street Hop 2010

Royce da 5'9"

Street Hop

2009

like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's

They see me fall but then I wanna get up 
How you gonna get down a lot of time and never get up
How you gonna feel the grown and never pull up
Ooh men

Brown do you know how I get down
While i swendal thru ya muthafuccin town
I’m the new James Brown you know how I get down 

Cuz i feel so
Cuz i feel so

around
Know this round house it'll knock them down
All my people turn to Chris Brown when he fall down
How we stomp the ground
Want the gold like

running, bitch, I don't wanna loving
I'm making this music turning nothing to something
I'm talking to Chris, yeah, it's our summer
I feel like a target, I

I lead the team I'm Jimmy Butler
That money callin', I say 'wassup?'
I came in here to fuck the bucks up
I ain't got shit to do, it's Friday, Chris

thought I'd have a Benz by now
Life feel like it's slippin through my hands right now
I been running from myself but I can't hide now
I don't go out cause

'm lost and found maybe
Call a couple people to feel alive I know it sound crazy
Yeah
But tell me how you feel if you got neglected
Tell me how you feel

but if you slip they'll get you wet

Go head bust it show me how you does it 
I'm throwing dollars on the floor ain't worried bout a budget 
Go head put

'ma brown skin boy
I'ma, I'ma
I'ma brown skin boy
I'ma, I'ma

I'm a black boy

Written By: Joshua Langhart

think she Teflon
Fuck 12, I'll never cuff these hoes, how you arrest them
Chris Brown, these hoes ain't loyal, bitch, you like the rest of them

her ass watch it bounce
All the way around, Chris Brown
Imma take it down
Fucking with a king
Fuck a ring
She can get a crown (Come on you know how that

I can't act like I ain't supposed to be
Here with all my people roses at my feet
Fans in the stand know the man by the scar
The ones that's on my

All we gotta do is Break Walls Build Bridges
They think I'm Ludacris, but I ain't Chris Bridges
All we gotta do is Break Walls Build Bridges
They

'm a king while you a jacks
Green red or blue I'm attachin' a beam
My girl lookin' clean
My girl lookin' clean she here for my rollie
Pourin' out drank I feel

Ain't no slowin' down when I'm hittin' it so rapidly
Just known I beat it up, but it ain't no Chris Brown in me
So damn mama how you do dat, dat?
How you

think I'm the highest
That ain't in the industry I remain private
Girl what you offer you know I'm the client
Listen to Drizzy or even Chris Brown so
I

minority, never came from old wealth

Brown Man Brown Man what do you see
I see America looking at me
Brown Man Brown Man what do you see
I see America

Chris Brown
Popping on the scene
All eyes on me
Throw a stack at the bar
And say it's all on me
Because all I really need
Is a pint of Hennessy and
I

I'm in the cut by the back counting bands with niggas
A lot be talking how they bout it but they really frontin
Lot be talking to the mic but they ain't

so amazing how you handle me 
Make me feel like a celebrity 
I know that nothing's ever guaranteed
But baby ur all the man I need 
My heart is delicate

like its Chris Brown 
If he ain't gang I ain't giving dog the get down 
I had to work I had to focus had to sit down 
they left me stranded in a dark but