Intro: Young Chris

Yeah...
Young ChrisM-E sFree-Wheez... Tha boy Twista...
Holla...

My life on tha track... Okay...
Up and comin ... State Prop...
Check game... That s right...
Get low... Get low...

It s tha Roc...
Better than ever Holla ...
Yeah...

It s tha motherfuckin Roc bitchyou hotter than us?

Okayokay

Young Chris
Ever since a young buckI been on tha come up
Known to dish tha rawdish tha law if they come up
And cheddar till tha sun up...
If there s a ransom and tha law get involvedthen we never get it summed up
Never put ya gun upif ya come round me
I go to war wit niggas round tha corner from round me
You can front round mebut I read through that
Wit tha mili and I ain t talkin bout no Segal mac
Niggas see shoot backwe can see to that
Hit yo front letters see through backbring yo peoples back
And I used to grind out on my friends spot till he s mom wanted my Tim-bots
Now my paint got me discountsor trans-quo all around tha worldlike I was signed to
Pimp-dot
And if it s ten targets and I got ten shots
I m tryin to leave at least hit nine out of them ten shot...

Memphis Bleek
I got my mind on my moneymoney on mind
But some say its a giftI don t write but I rhyme
Icomplete songs with just one try
Tell em it s no lieI beef? all my life doggI never thinkit s already there
I find ways to say-itso you motherfuckers hear-it
And when you hear it you feel ityou know its real so...
This is how I live ithow its pictured for real nigga...
I m shittin for real...
Diamonds against woodunderground king for real
Big crib when I layyeah I m livin for real
Trust me tha guns come off tha shelf whenever shit ll get real
Automatics and tha extended clipsthat s what I m hittin wit
Dummies in tha black rhinoes
Yeah... They be killin shit
Mask up kidnap shitthat s how my niggas get
Chi-townNYCthat s how my niggas get...

Freeway
Yesjust picture me rollin
Tha smith and wesson ll stay goin put a hole in yo chest
It s justanother hustle paper gettin made and fold ya
Madyou street niggas finally made it
I swoop fivehe know tha rideheavily loaded
Deliver pies like cakethey go straight through yo payment Yup...
Chump... You don t really wanna war
With tha State Prop cliqueif ya clique shot us Why us...?
S-P game so damn toughtha 4 4 in tha 5th tucked ya ll cant hang
Transporter turned rapperget a can for to fill my life
Still acclompishedwanna fill they cups?
Tha rap version of Mandela call my bluff
Well still tha street dwellers feel my pain My pain...
I spit a verse and split a clip in tha rain
A fool-proof when tha full force open you What...?

Twista
Twista will rock youyou don t want tha thug apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop youturnin everything colossal to fossiles
I speak street gospelall they life I spit words and paint portraits
For real niggas that hold down they fortress and serve off of porches
Hit em in tha body wit tha powerful forcesthat ll end all your data
Make you clean up your housebag up an ouncehit tha dance floor and bounce
We blessed wit tha talentfuck wit this cliqueit ain t gon be easy
Cuz you fuckin wit Twist if you fuck wit ChrisBleek and Free-wheezy
So speak and breath easy... Or tha scutche s my future in 3D
I like whore sI m from a city full of vicelordsand GD s
Breeze and souls2-6 skingsVD s and stores
Spanish cobras and all tha true soldiers survivin are gone
Watch me spit if for tha killers and hustler sflippin all tha pounds and bricks
Hate on me I ma bust at you hoesand I put eleven down wit a clip
Niggas servin fiftys and hundredswhen I see you and I m on yo tip
Twista and ....?

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