And you like it [Young Chris] All those haters talkin shit we don't like it [Beanie Sigel] We love it That black mask, black glove shit Roll up on him
runnin this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris
tatted big money addict Runnin dis shit now I'm feelin athletic I'm on a boat bitch gettin sea sick Stop playin I'm fresher den a degree stick Street shit
others used to sell rocks look up in my mailbox I get letters from my cousin every week sayin' he wanna hit the streets but never struck a deal'cause
ll turn this bitch into a disco Hood crime highly infested Check your rap, rock and pop stations; Gube Thug, highly requested And my gun like Chris, you
said there was things I needed to know and give me the word on the street word has it, it was an inside job and I won't shit ya but all fingers pointing
This ten grand to rock with me Him stand like he ought to be tin man The gorillas'll blow his kettle off With Big Scooby Joe Vertigo shit's groovy With
other shit Like jew-el-r-is and poppin chris And mac on u a model bitch Had a hoe that swallow dick Since 12 I saw alot of shit god kno I kno Witness
phone with it He took it to Pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence Who the fuck 'gon touch it? If Snoop won't puff it? The streets don't love it, your
shine in the hood This for my niggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto [Verse Three: Young Chris] You wanna shit on? I'm on your boy like the
Armi, sip some It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151 When I'm done Make a run with the Roc Rock Air Force 1's Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I
gon remain with these niggas St. paul in The m-p-l-s, I hear you callin' I put it down yes Now chris rock were you at I heard you say some shit about
, I'll turn this bitch into a disco Hood crime highly infested Check your rap, rock and pop stations, Gube Thug, highly requested And my gun like Chris
blow up And did you ever know a young brother who had shit sewed up? Rented some BMs, some Volvos, some Benz So much jewels I had to pass shit down to
me the political rapper Even after I tell 'em I don't fuck with politics I don't even follow it I'm on some KRS, Ice Cube, Chris Wallace shit Main source
haters know it's real and that's why they mad They struggle so hard while I just lay back They sound under pressure, sweaty and straight wack I rock
up we gone come on down all these hoes niggaz suck my dick Im down with my click all that hatin shit, that shit aint even thick that shit is kinda low
[*sound-effects' mini-game*] [verse 1] Have you ever bought coke WIT' ME? You already ASKED ME how to make a hit WIT' SHIT? You've shot Chris Jack? Have