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quitters quitters duly note. 
When life ties you down beloved chew the rope. 
If you swimming in lemons get em by the throat. 
squeeze em to the pulp a fill

Street Hop 2010

Royce da 5'9"

Street Hop

2009

like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's

you wanna
But I pray you get the message by the time that I’m done
Reading the book of John, so shout out to Forerunner
Integrate the word in my flow,

she used to work at that strip club
Tried to turn a hoe into a housewife but it happens when you think
That you're in love I'm a Chris Brown that pussy

I didn't really trust her
So I hovered even
Though I ain't perfect
I ain't above her, I
Don't care if ya eyes
Brown, blue, or green
That don't mean we

Cos the bigger picture make me wanna let go
Keep yo distance nigga you ain't with this nigga
Treat my dicc like Chris Brown come and kiss kiss with you

Smoking on exotic i'm so super high i can't talk to these niggaz
I know they all lies
You like jimmy in the field crying for ya bitch
I rather go get

So you get my point, son
You just don't trust no bitch, you know what I'm sayin?
(Okay, daddy, I understand)
'Cause bitches ain't no good, you

This how I get when the conjac is in me

I'm on that brown, that D'Usse that Remy that Henny
Kissing her neck oh shit my cup empty
Come back to our

it's the weekend
I'm smokin' on gas you can't get for the low
In the whip with a hoe who take dick in her throat
And I'm grippin the pole
While yo' bitch

they 'posed to be
I'm used to all the brown eyes looking at me
I'm used to fixing bitches self-esteem
Ice Queen on my drive she get scared when I up

bee on the scene
Call me Chris Brown if she a RiRi just mean she’s a knock out
With some double d’s or her knees out
Lord knows if she sneeze for no

And I got sent away to children's hospitals
Ya know
I fucking
I just got thrown in house arrest
I was always a troubled kid
So
I started searching

Still soft with the touch
No Chris brown
Real chance with the love
Like Ahmad givens
Ima telebrand me
Can you please pitch it
First caller on the line

mason
Jar
Get killed quick like Chris Brown, stomp the yard
Rocking all black like I'm dressed up in tar
Fuck a lil bitch & she off-white
I got some

All these bitches off the wall (Ya know?)
Chris Brown shit got'm from wall to wall (I'm tryna fuck sumn off the internet tonight)
Beat that pussy up

Comments will only get'chu
Basically eternally resting
So abide by the code of the streets
If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash
'Cuz Lil' Fate gonna

to do my thing in a way no ones did it
Insane how my fame's contained by no limit
Ask ya dame who da mayne she'll tell you I go get it
Baby im on my grind

single for a year
I ain't crying no more tears
Leaving Seguin in the rear
Look at me now, I'm not Chris Brown
Cause I'm making hits, the kind that makes my

To ride around on twenties
It's only life to ride around with the semi
Get outta bounce
I won't blow the whistle - I'mma blow
The pistol - ya hear me?
Quit

as real as it gets
Im perverted as s**t
I love grabbing your ass while we're holding a kiss
But you like it tho
And i never been so distracted by hips
You

rings

They tried to get me by the shoe strings
But I had Balenci runners on
The ones without the
But lately I been riding in a two seat
So every time I

ya'll
like seein me, better clean your ray bans.
Celebratin stuff like a holiday, word up.
Travis porter in the club,
all the way turned up, get it while

to love must’ve fallen on my head
Got a Chris brown feeling she gon take it to the head
Going to to top bitch I got it on the plot
Wanted you to be right by