Yeah Young Chris M Eez my n***a Free Wheez
The boy Twista holla my life on the track okay
Up an' comin' State Prop Chain gang that's right
Get low it's the Roc in the building n***a holla
It's the motherf**kin' Roc b***h who hotter than us Okay okay
Ayo ever since a young buck I been on the come up
Known to dish the raw dish the law if they come up
An' cheddar 'till the sun up if there's a ransom
An' the law get involved then we never get it summed up
Never put ya gun up ya come round me
I go to war wit' n***az 'round the corner from 'round me
You could front 'round me but I read through that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac
N***az see shoot back we can see to that
Hit yo front letters see through back bring yo peoples back
An' I used to grind out on my friend's spot
'Til he's mom wanted my Tim bots
Now my paint got me discounts
Or trans quo all around the world like I was signed to Pimp dot
An' if it's ten targets an' I got ten shots
I'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of them ten shot
I got my mind on my money money on my mind
But some say it's a gift I don't write but I rhyme
I complete songs with just one try
Tell 'em it's no lie I be flo' all my life dog
I never think it's already there
I find ways to say it so you motherf**kers hear it
An' when you hear it you feel it you know it's real
So this is how I live it how it's pictured for real n***a
I'm s**ttin' for real
Diamonds against wood underground king for real
Big crib when I lay yeah I'm livin' for real
Trust me the guns come off the shelf whenever s**t'll get real
Automatics an' extended clips that's what I'm hittin' wit'
Dummies in the black rhinos yeah they be killin' s**t
Masked up kidnap s**t that's how my n***az get
Chi town NYC that's how my n***az get
Yes just picture me rollin'
The Smith an' Wesson'll stay goin' put a hole in yo' chest
It's just another hustle paper gettin' made an' fold
Get mad you street n***az finally made it
I swoop five he know the ride heavily loaded
Deliver pies like cake they go straight through yo payment
Yup chump you don't really wanna war
With the State Prop clique if ya clique shot us squad up
S P game so d**n tough
The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked ya'll can't hang
Transporter turned rapper get a camcorder film my life
Still accomplished tryin' to fill they cups
The rap version of Mandela call my bluff
We still the street dwellers feel my pain
I spit a verse an' split a clip in the rain
A foolproof when the full force open you up
Twista will rock you you don't want the thug apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop you turnin' everything colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel all they life I spit words an' paint portraits
For real n***az that hold down they fortress an' serve off of porches
Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces that'll end all your doubt
Make you clean up your house bag up an ounce
Hit the dance floor an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent f**k wit this clique it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you f**kin' wit' Twist if you f**k wit Chris
Bleek an' Free Wheezy
So speak an' breath easy or the scutches my future in 3D
I like wars I'm from a city full of Vice Lords an' GDs
Breeds an' Souls two sixes Kings BD's an' Stones
Spanish cobras an' all the true soldiers survive an' I'm gone
Watch me spit if for the killers an' hustlers
Flippin' all the pounds an' bricks
Hate on me I'ma bust at you h*es an' I put eleven down wit' a clip
N***az servin' fiftys an' hundreds when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this East Coast regime it's that Chi Roc s**t
