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1	Yeah, Young Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free Wheez						[Intro: Young Chris]	1
1	The boy, Twista, holla, my life on the track, okay							1
2	Up an' comin', State Prop Chain gang, that's right						Yeah...	2
3	Get low, it's the Roc in the building, nigga, holla						Young Chris, M-E's, Free-Wheez... Tha boy Twista...	3
4	It's the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who hotter than us? Okay, okay						Holla...	4
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5	Ayo, ever since a young buck, I been on the come up						My life                                  on tha track... (Okay...),	5
6	Known to dish the raw, dish the law if they come up						Up and comin'... State Prop...	6
7	An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if there's a ransom						Check game... (That's right...),	7
8	An' the law get involved, then we never get it summed up						Get low... (Get low...),	8
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9	Never put ya gun up, ya come round me						It's tha Roc...	9
10	I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner from 'round me						Better than ever (Holla)...	10
11	You could front 'round me, but I read through that						Yeah...	11
4	Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac							4
12							It's tha motherfuckin' Roc bitch, you hotter than us?	12
5	Niggaz, see, shoot back, we can see to that							5
13	Hit yo front letters see through back, bring yo peoples back						(Okay, okay)	13
6	An' I used to grind out on my friend's spot							6
14	'Til he's mom wanted my Tim bots						[Young Chris]	14
15							Ever since a young buck, I been on tha come up,	15
16	Now my paint got me discounts						Known to dish tha raw, dish tha law if they come up,	16
17	Or trans-quo all around the world, like I was signed to Pimp dot						And cheddar 'till tha sun up...	17
18	An' if it's ten targets an' I got ten shots						If there's a ransom and tha law get involved,	18
19	I'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of them ten shot						then we never get it summed up,	19
20							Never put ya gun up, if ya come round me,	20
21	I got my mind on my money, money on my mind						I go to war wit' niggas 'round tha corner from 'round me,	21
22	But some say it's a gift, I don't write but I rhyme						You can front 'round me,                         but I read through that,	22
23	I complete songs with just one try						Wit' tha mili' and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac,	23
24	Tell 'em it's no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog						Niggas see shoot back, we can see to that,	24
25							Hit yo front letters see through back, bring yo peoples back,	25
26	I never think, it's already there						And I used to grind out on my friends spot,	26
27	I find ways to say it, so you motherfuckers hear it						'till he's mom wanted my Tim-bots,	27
28	An' when you hear it, you feel it, you know it's real						Now my paint got me discounts, or trans-quo all	28
29	So this is how I live it, how it's pictured for real, nigga						around tha world, like I was signed to	29
30							Pimp-dot,	30
31	I'm shittin' for real						And if it's ten targets and I got ten shots,	31
32	Diamonds against wood, underground king for real						I'm tryin' to leave at least hit nine out of them ten shot...	32
7	Big crib when I lay, yeah, I'm livin' for real							7
33	Trust me, the guns come off the shelf whenever shit'll get real						[Memphis Bleek]	33
34							I got my mind on my money, money on mind,	34
35	Automatics an' extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit'						But some say its a gift, I don't write but I rhyme,	35
36	Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, they be killin' shit						I, complete songs with just one try,	36
37	Masked up, kidnap shit, that's how               my niggaz get						Tell 'em it's no lie, I (beef?) all my life dogg,	37
38	Chi town, NYC, that's how my niggaz get						I never think, it's already there,	38
39							I find ways to say-it, so you motherfuckers hear-it,	39
40	Yes, just picture me rollin'						And when you hear it you feel it, you know its real (so...),	40
41	The Smith an' Wesson'll stay goin', put a hole in yo' chest						This is how I live it, how its pictured for real, (nigga...),	41
42	It's just another hustle paper gettin' made an' fold						I'm shittin for real...	42
43	Get mad, you street niggaz finally made it						Diamonds against wood, underground king for real,	43
44							Big crib when I lay, yeah I'm livin' for real,	44
45	I swoop five, he know the ride, heavily loaded						Trust me tha guns come off tha shelf whenever shit'll get real,	45
46	Deliver pies like cake, they go straight through yo payment						Automatics and tha extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit',	46
47	Yup, chump, you don't really wanna war						Dummies in tha black rhinoes,	47
48	With the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up						(Yeah...) They be killin' shit,	48
49							Mask up kidnap shit, that's how my niggas get,	49
50	S.P. game so damn tough						Chi-town, NYC, that's how my niggas get...	50
8	The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked ya'll can't hang							8
51	Transporter turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my life						[Freeway]	51
52	Still accomplished, tryin' to fill they cups						Yes, just picture me rollin',	52
53							Tha smith and wesson'll stay goin' put a hole in yo chest,	53
54	The rap version of Mandela, call my bluff						It's just, another hustle paper gettin' made and fold ya,	54
55	We still the street dwellers, feel my pain						Mad, you      street niggas finally made it,	55
56	I spit a verse an' split a clip in the rain						I swoop five, he know tha ride, heavily loaded,	56
57	A foolproof when the full force open you up						Deliver pies like cake, they go straight through yo payment, (Yup...),	57
58							Chump... You don't really wanna war,	58
59	Twista will rock you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop you						With tha State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, (Why us...?),	59
60	Hostile when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossils						S-P game so damn tough, tha 4 4 in tha 5th tucked ya'll cant hang,	60
61	I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words an' paint portraits						Transporter turned rapper, get a can for to fill my life,	61
62	For real niggaz that hold down they fortress an' serve off of porches						Still acclompished, wanna fill             they cups?	62
63							Tha rap version of Mandela call my bluff,	63
64	Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your doubt						Well still tha street dwellers feel my pain (My pain...),	64
65	Make you clean up your house, bag up an ounce						I spit a verse and split a clip in tha rain,	65
66	Hit the dance floor an' bounce						A fool-proof when tha full force open you (What...?),	66
9	We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy							9
67	'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit Chris						[Twista]	67
68	Bleek an' Free Wheezy						Twista will rock you, you don't want tha thug apostle to pop you,	68
69							Hostile when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossiles,	69
70	So speak an' breath easy or the scutches my future in 3D						I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words and paint portraits,	70
71	I like wars, I'm from a city full                  of Vice Lords an' GDs						For real niggas that hold down they fortress and serve off of porches,	71
72	Breeds an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, BD's an' Stones						Hit 'em in tha body wit' tha powerful	72
73	Spanish cobras an' all the true soldiers, survive an' I'm gone						forces, that'll end all your doubt,	73
74							Make you clean up your house, bag up an ounce,	74
75	Watch me spit if for the killers an' hustlers						hit tha dance floor and bounce,	75
76	Flippin' all the pounds an' bricks						We blessed wit' tha talent, fuck wit this	76
77	Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put eleven down wit' a clip						clique, it ain't gon' be easy,	77
78	Niggaz servin' fiftys an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip						'Cuz                                                you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit	78
	Twista an' this East Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc shit						Chris, Bleek and Free-wheezy,
1							So speak and breath easy... Or tha scutche's my future in 3D,	1
2							I like whore's, I'm from a city full of vice, lords, and GD's,	2
3							Breeze and souls, 2-6's, kings, VD's and stores,	3
4							Spanish cobras and all tha true soldiers survivin' are gone,	4
5							Watch me spit if for tha killers and hustler's,	5
6							flippin' all tha pounds and bricks,	6
7							Hate on me I'ma bust at you hoes, and I put eleven down wit' a clip,	7
8							Niggas servin' fiftys and hundreds, when I see you and I'm on yo tip,	8
9							Twista and this east coast machine, it's that Chi-Roc shit	9

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