Lyrics:
wanna fist fight?
Man don't get ya shit sliced, yea I hope the fifth tight
We tryna party, lil' homie don't mess up this night
It's a D.T.P. thang,
is anime (wow), filled with guns and some drive-bys (brrr)
Thathi mela, swing it (boom)
Nd'gaxil' umshini (let's go)
Digga D, Chingy (uh)
Hit me up
Murder but you know, free him up still
Listen
I disappeared from the map like Madaline
Man got locked by feds in the can
My G P.Dough Porkedyagal
B was
hood 'cause you goin see me throw up some shit
Pull it out and slug up some shit
Tore up and spit clips to them peoples come in and show up wit shit
Chingy and Murph durph
Uh
[Chorus x2]
Ooo Ooo
Let me get a sample of that ass, Ooo Ooo
I ain't Mystikal but girl, shake it fast, (Don't
Overdosed wit' a TEC-9
(Tech-9) , no Pun intended
Now let's get personal
Ya youngest son Shane? He got molested
And ya brother did it
Shut up nigga! Yes he
know `Trix` are for kids
This is what the moral to the story is
(Ca$his)Re-Up!
[Verse 1 - Eminem]
Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care
My enemies
about
Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about
Just Chingy baby
[hook]
Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up
Bounce, bounce, then
My
it crunk and do the eastside stomp
Young Chingy let em know, that the deal is a fool
And I'm a carpenter's dream, I'm in love wit the tools
Lay low
for dem (yeah)
I don't touch it, I just leave it up to Tak and dem (what?)
Niggas started, was a drought but we was poppin' then
Lean wit' it (lean
in fables
But say what happened to man
Mad man be up out them bushes
Flying like Batman can
Hard to walk wit the angels
The world will force your hand
the pack pack
Pull up with the strap
Don't make me pull it out my backpack
Really in my mood
Got me feel some typa way (Whaa)
Feeling like I'm Chingy
Bitch,
about
Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about
Just Chingy baby
[hook]
Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up
Bounce, bounce, then
My
what's up?
Don't get FUCKED UP!
But blow yo TRUCK UP!
Atlanta to St.Louis is they bangin' gangs or not
Yeah I bang a A.K. and it got a gang of shots
the beat drop
Lean wit it, rock wit it, freeze before yo fingers pop
Pimpin' in the club, see them hoes tryin' a act up
'Cause they see my chain
It's enough to go around, but we want it all
My name ain't Chingy, I can't be there everytime you call
See the whole team laced up when it's time
Forty water and Mystikal
What cha know about that, nigga?
What cha want, girl?
You interested in a thug ass nigga
Wit battle wounds and scars
bounce wit me
Uhh! yeah
It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes
Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes
What
faded, damn what did I miss?
Look, I'm up in the crowd Tini Bopping like this aye!
Hook (2x) Tini bop , you ain't even seen the block.
Go ahead rock back
rock wit it, gon' an' lean wit it
Rock so damn hard, you break your spleen wit it
Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some ***** wit it
An' da spot ain't
It’s Philthy nigga
(Hol’ up, Spiffy in this muthafucka)
I say now
Pull up on ‘em wit a diamond tester
Pull up on ‘em wit a diamond tester
Pull up
keys
Sex, red bull, velvi we be like the
[Verse 1: Chingy]
I pulled on tha lot and then I fell up in the spot
St. Louis hat cocked tryin'
dreams true, God be willin'
Lived long enough, to see the world revealin'
How they want us dying everyday by killings
Listen to my words and what I'm
So that means we gotta make it work (what up? Oh)
It was all good at first, spendin' money, goin' shoppin'
Eatin' at the finest restaurants and if
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