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Is dat yo chic the bitch
on that nigga is dat yo chic

[Lil
The south bring alot of
ya know we got of hoes
we make them drop that
shit own dont to tha
fuck dem whores who think
run shit i make numba 1
dey make flops they make
shit that be called "not real hip hop"
T.I. be fellin on tha shake dem drades
like ya got tha mops for da ohhh

Ya we back drippin stains
we be switchin lanes Maybach
do big things ohh got my gat
loaded on my wasit we do h-town stomp
then we 2 to tha bass everybody in h-town
got gat on they waist you know how we do
we aint no fools back again 4 10's
4-4 blow as high as the sky ya know im ride
i die yo chance and get a piece of da pie
every nigga gone ride till die

[Dj Drama
was a hot freestlye but now we
got tha illest coming up the
king koopa color lizard he is
a rap god you who im
about....

You that feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't know but I feel like that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they fraud
Open ya mouth so I can ya feet and cut my yard
Broke always tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the heat holla, run tips follow
Like callers..yall niggaz need to hang it up
no Biggie, take his Shyne like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I know I was
But you bia need to listen to that Lil' Jon song
This ain't no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the
So in to keep the peace, gotta keep a piece
Just kiddin', touch guns, guns will kill
And real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to squill
Don't get mad, don't everything seriously
But if ya rappin and for a rapper to fear, it's me
Chamillion the Mixtape Messiah, get and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man boy got to be signed
If he's not, then want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now
So continue, to rule move get out the way
While the metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I drop my
Got more then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
spit game to a nun just to test myself
Won't pour up a
Sho' I'll up the fourth
I'll show up to four
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice white the head-lights on a white van
As as a white man
a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Jackson's right hand, nigga
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I need a mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll get my wealth
I'll play a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa hold up Ron C I won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh I impress myself
So many on my dick I gotta stretch my belt
ya better go handcuff ya honey dip quick
My don' touched mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got more butter then a bunch of
I get chicks while you get dissed and get
I get kissed like I was missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is platinum turntables for this mix
I around with a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black
round with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in the backdoor
dem whores you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!