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Choclair F/ Memphis Bleek Miscellaneous Young Gunz Uh...umm-umm Yeah Breath on this one right here...ri-right here Breath on it Verse 1: [Choclair] Now you can either try to join us or run from us, but don't dispute it Choclair gon' leave your brain scarred The situation's hard These niggas who be hating and dissing, but now I'm paid, now they looking for jobs I don't give a fuck of what you saw back in 9-5 All things that I say, despite your long eyes Were all wise, leave you in awe like God rise All words that I say, All get! All kinds! And break all spines, and why wouldn't Cause when these peoples ask who diss, I be like "I did it" So many niggas be dissing us niggas But when these niggas confront 'em, up in their face that they be afraid to admit it I slap 'em in the face and make, every rhyme spitted You heard this kid, roll with me, glide with me Take my hand, come slide with me Do you think you roll with Chocs and Bleek (What the fuck y'all thinking) So don't be bringing your shit round here My advice to you is get your ass back Before it get slapped, turned out, and pushed back Choclair put the T-dot-O up on the map, bi-otch Chorus: [M. Bleek]- Do you ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the block Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon' stop [Choclair]- They don't ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the block Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon' stop Verse 2: [Memphis Bleek] Yo, you see the Memph man laid up, paid up Instead you wanna see a nigga sprayed up Only use the waste up And I still bust off nuts, with a numb dick straight up Fuck y'all nigga wanna do, Huh duke I know thug niggas creep with a gun duke Me too, except, I got one in the hand for the jump off Niggas still ain't learned the ledge, nigga jump off It's real here, playa, you know what the deal here Niggas in wheelchairs won't sit still here Battery pack cats, get their cavity cracked black In fact, I still ain't stop pointing the mack At y'all niggas who hate me, don't mistake me Nigga, the money ain't create Bleek When I sold trays, in hallways, and had braids Rob niggas, stomp niggas, for my P-Js Chorus: Verse 3: [Choclair] Standing 6-foot-1, dark skin, smooth brother Knee deep, up in your women, circle, be my brothers underground in the gutters Submerged under the nonsense Those happy childs fronting with that coke-and-smile walk Really big dick style, could stick your girl, make her smile Listen in, niggas say they gonna fuck me up now Need to understand paranormal land expands People catching cock stand, when I touch mic stands Even woolen hand strands, best believe I got lyrics up the sleeve Little brother from the Bridgemont-C People looking for a gig, your star's fading I say step to the side when young guns blazing Chorus: [Repeat 2 times] |
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