Music is life I aint in to fashion or ice
I aint into chain snatchin, aint into smackin a wife
Fan supportin dont never ask him the price
If you new you cant afford it, you better askin advice
Stick to the point if I ever had me a knife
Yall gas better hope I dont ever have me a light
Meth, not the type for doin the pipe
But the type when you feel it you know Im doing it right
You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it
They criticizing the lyrics, guess everybodys a critic, look
I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks
I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise hook
Yah, still talk about it and I still live it
Underground without a shovel and still diggin
Its always been about the struggle, yall just didnt get it
My hood trouble, if yal dont live here then dont visit
Most of us poppin pain, sellin drugs in the rain
I dont sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rollin Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Most of us poppin pain, sellin drugs in the rain
I dont sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rollin Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
And do you know the penalty for that?
What penalty?
The penalty is death and there is no alternative
Color me bad
Face emerge, blood in the bath
Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the glass
Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the killin
Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the millions
Shoot-outs, hang glides on the train ride
Mafias assassins, cocaines inside
Fat man with the pinky ring laughin
Movin the static through traffic
The hoss, boss called The Dragon
His heads bald, enemies are mauled
His hands are claws, cigars lit, targets are hit
His broad is fit with the largest tits
Through the fog, they sit
Helicopters over Nicaragua
Scuba divers dig for lobster
The zoo are tigers, pits, and jaguars
The bets, NASCAR
Threats, Nasaw
Fools wear wires, shooters was hired
Most of us poppin pain, sellin drugs in the rain
I dont sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rollin Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Most of us poppin pain, sellin drugs in the rain
I dont sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rollin Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Like a Shaolin astoundin, pound grounds like mountains
Bouncin, be the largest nigga, pounds and ounces
Well-rounded like cursive, my verses birth inertia
Converge and surge, hurt and burn ya
Philosophical, spit prodigal, son quantical
Known to bust a clip and swift kick right at your opticals
In a hot red tube I split particles, follicles rift
Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff
Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner than sanitize
You fantasize, real, couldnt show it more if I pantomime
Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp bitch MCs
Earn mine, wouldnt even give you niggas my sympathies
Feelin me? Said you feelin me, you niggas feelin heat
Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawks enemies
Marvel, marvelous, my art is bliss
If you aint the nicest, you a target, bitch
Chris
We the first niggas that did that.
I dont give a fuck what nobody say
Alright bring it back a little bit
Most of us poppin pain, sellin drugs in the rain
I dont sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rollin Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Most of us poppin pain, sellin drugs in the rain
I dont sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rollin Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Are you kidding? I dont necce? its brutal.
You deserve to be punished
Well, Id like to see you try that
You think this is going to work out? It isnt going to be quite so easy.
He who kills will be killed.
Those who kill will have to be killed
Wh-what now?