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Chip Notic

, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!) Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash

is hard headed cause we love to trick Equipped with game so we bang wit this thuggish shit I see you trying to hide Hoping that nobody don't notice

, He's in a place, but I can't get joy, Thinking on you in the final throes, This is when my buzzer goes, Run out to meet you, chips and pitta, You say

that block Now I be's the block (partner let me upgrade you) [verse 1:] I hear you be the block But I'm the lights that keep the streets on Notice you

bitch Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what We 'bout to blow this bitch Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what Underground

my job so we can chase our goals I'll be manager-a-go, you can rap I suppose" That's what we did, I still flipped a little bit Saved up my chips and put

was just chillin, mindin my own business Sittin on the corner, waitin for my sister When she slid by, maybe 4 or 5 times Wanted me to notice the rythm

hog about your money, float loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips

my skills was built to last [Wayniac] Forever in a day, but some days we gotta trip, throwin lics for grits, steady stackin our chips, the money clips