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Partyhoe am Tisch
Der Bankier mischt das Kartendeck
Ich schnips' den Chip zur Mitte
Und seh' 'nen auf
Mandarin fluchenden Triadenchef
Der Typ ist hart

a stand when the chips are down
I just wanna make  
I just wanna make  
I just wanna make a difference
I just wanna make  
I just wanna make  
I just wanna

Chip out and sick out
And mi brain a malfunction
Shout out to mi day one
Yuh can send dem through PayPal

Bro time a di master
But eh greatness yuh cya

hanging out.

***

It’s all about timing like a triple five chip, I wanna get high and eat some triple fried chips, but there’s more to life than that, 9

to sit. I am too busy with bricks, with a bitch getting lit

 At the penthouse getting rich, fuck all that try to get fit. Try to stack me some chips

 They

the teacha so I reach ya while ya guessin'
Class is ova, this'll be the closin' of the lesson,
Now, a chip's on my shoulda like Lays or a Ruffle,
All cuz these

I been grinding all damn day for my chips, trying to get bigger than bigger than big, see a bunch of Hillary's so I need to collect on my bill, cause

phase me 
Got a chip on my shoulder I can taste it 

[Verse: 1]
They going shoot on my command 
Real beef we bussin 
Rest In Peace taxfree he told me

(Chorus)
Yeah
Hol up I think i'm addicted to bragging now 
Money too long I stack chips with a ladder now 
I make a song and that shit going platinum
Yeah

nice flow, Michael Michael. “Okay”
(Verse 1)
Ridin wit a stick, don’t get hit. You can trip if you wish, but I promise we don’t miss. Stackin chips, I

teeth nips
Dive down the esophagus in full relaxation
Instantly turned into butterfly chips

Here we go round Lewis Carroll’s red yolk
No particular

The world is just a crazy place
I got gun everywhere 
I’m tryna stay safe
1 gun 2 guns 3 guns
I got the 22 Rover 
Nigga gotta hate keep a chip on my

coco
It's just reefa and tequila
Don't ask for coco
It's just reefa and tequila
I like my mamacitas
Spicy as fajitas
I like chips with guac'
Weed hybrid

Yeah, bitch, you not
My pockets full of knots
Yeah, my pockets full of monyon

Bitch, we get it donyon
That bitch got some bunyons
I get chip, no

asked for this life
Born into ruin, grasping onto light

Day after day
Beaten, I chip away
Toiling through vexations
Wave after wave
I feel like

on that bitch
Need to stack your chip
Sixty blues on the dash damn I feel like Nip

All In Atlanta with your bitch
Damn I feel like Tip
Overtime

Yeahhhh
Big fat brick inna pocket
Glock chip ano matic
Mi will buss this

Dohh try run inna this
Mi will draw blood inna this
Body get dismiss

my chips in sauce and gravy

Working hard
And I'm hard at work
Down and dirty
Never clean my fluro shirt
Getting kinda agro
When I'm on the turps
Doing

touch just turns to stone
I chip away 'til dust surrounds me
Don't you think of me
And feel incomplete
Sun rises and it sets
And I'm still in your bed
I

Like it's OT
And you can find me at the summit
Where you won't be
Blue Chips
Yeah
You ain't fucking with my new shit
Yeah
And I'm coming with a full clip

Yeah, I made it out the trap
Made it out the hood, swear I ain't never going back
Stacking all these chips, I gotta stay upon my pack
Smoking on this

It's such a waste
All this talk but no one's taking over
Let me rephrase
I'm the chip that sitting on your shoulder
It's just a taste
So spit it out

Like Metro, we boomin', my whole team, we be gettin' chips
Said my whole team be gettin' chips, yeah
Them boys really pissed now, they act like they

Be Somebody [Bonus Track]

Tak

The Rising Tied [CD & DVD]

2005

to
Live their way, what we're doing's not okay
In this world everybody's got a chip on
Both sides of the neck, got no respect
Wait up a sec
You ever feel