Traduction: Rock, Chris. Shit Street.
(feat. Peedi Crakk, Black Thought, Tu Phace, Young Chris) [Intro: Peedi Crakk] Hot shyt, hot shyt, come and get it, come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
niggaz lookin funnier than Chris Tucker God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh Full of finesse, my congress show progress Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest In this rhyme shit
's thats my dj they spinning shit When I took trips OT, I never winning shit I just drop then cop, and then I tennis shit Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All
a couple dumbells and a sandwich Fuck holding a conference I'll run to Violator, hold Chris Lighty for hostage Cause Banks doing gay porn, come out the closet! Either that or I'mma knock Chris
Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that shit home, put it in my boom box Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit
how I live with 5 shots Niggaz is hard to kill on my block When you was in the streets comin of age I was in the streets pumpin the gauge While you was
people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi Chris