Lyrics:
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
Yeah I said Michael out of the game now
Yeah I said Prince out of the fam now
Yeah I said MJ not God of Pop now
Yeah I said Chris auto tune dog oh
You started flexin' now everyone caught it
You tellin' people he bought me a Glock
I'm textin' Chris like this nigga a cop
I love that nigga but he need
you're out of my league, I don't want your love, want nobody bothering me
Sit alone with my demons I never got rid of them rather embrace them with ease
you
Then he'll get what I wanted for him
But Kim, your child needs you
Chris is married to me, we want kids of our own
Tam's chance lies with you now,
in command
I tell it like it fucking is when I'm telling it
Like my Uncle does when he gets the latest developments
From the media and tells it to me
of the club with two things on me prolly
Back of the club, I got to stay Chris Farley
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?
Back of the club
on a
brand new album! Yes! Oooh, it's gonna be out later this year. And we may, or we may not, you never
know, have another four top ten singles, thanks to you
it's not enough
Start it from the top, cause it rocks yup
Holding up mc Chris return, watch him burn
Like a shot of jack
He the kinda nerd, make you
You can make a double album, won't have one hit
Your entire outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit
I admit, that my
even though he speaks through me
I'm smarter cause of my daughter, and I'm not too dense
I'm 28 years old, it just now started making sense
And I've
on the floor (Ayy)
Got me gone, ain't no coming back
Make your body go slam, ayy
Oh girl, make your body go, slam, ayy
(Oh, oh)
Girl, I love how you doing that
Chris Rock
Hop inside the lamb while my rovers taking a pitstop
This pussy can't out rap me, my everythings in this Hip-Hop
Take a step back before
Yeah it's me, Young Buck
Get your cameras ready
I've been good int he Hood
Different shoot outs, the same sh-t
Bin a while since ya heard a buck
know you
King of this ting, yeah, they all know who
I had man on my side that were moving shaky
Not on my team anymore
Man wanna try take me for
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Deadly da gang cuz I said so roll up a spliff dat shit fat as a egg roll
Shiver me timbers das reggo
Outcast in my class like Chris’s sis
Everybody lookin At me like something done changed
I just been busy you know I gotta collect my change
And I’m just cruising in the whip w chris he
body started shaking surrounded by brothers
Do me a favor tell my mom that I really really love her
Protect my sister for me and if anyone touch her
You
Not a year or a decade
Got centuries planned
Know it's gon happen
Got faith in my talents
I love me a challenge
If not I'd be damned
I'm beating
Old boots on the wood
Rolled up muddy jeans
He's called Colorado Chris
And he sure seems to me
Like the king of that porch swing
I heard he's from
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
by Chris
At the T at the end
He Beginnings and he ends
Pronounce like I do
Say it like me to
Christ is the king
The first and the last
These days I
stop, I shut 'me down everyday
Everyday anyway he, anyway he
If he grown or not, wrong or not
Niggaz better shake the spot and praise Allah
Don't let me
want to thank my man Baby Chris, you know what I mean?
Helped me put this Mr. Smith...Mr.Smith album together
Make it hot, know I'm sayin'?
Thank
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