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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,354
Peak in subgenre #3,416
Author
Chuck
Uploaded
January 13, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 2:48
Lyrics
You Losin in this battle It must've just occured to you
I came back from yonkers nicca's never heard of you
But every dude be up in ya wife crib
I spit harder than nicca's doin a riekers bid
I'm geerous wit L's I'm the type to give
I wet the track wet ya hat you need diapers kid
We can all tell you sorry nicca's musta snitched
I ain't talkin domestic abuse when I say I hit ya bitch
Fya is my middle name call me mr. piff
Chuck flow is so crazy It'll make you cut ya sister wrist
You gettin beat like you owe and you stole sumthin
The weight you know about is when you press the hold button
You claim you hustle on the block I don't believe it man
You be at walmart returnin shit wit reciept in hand
Let it be known you don't put no fear in me
I could get disqualified ya win still ain't guarrenteed
You made it obvious you bitch cause apparently
Apple bottom pants is your preffered pair of jeans
No movie when I get half past dead
Your all pussy like a bitch wit her legs spread
Your so garbage a straight waste of battle bars
I lower self esteem put ya head down like ya avatar
Its like sauce how I got the game on smash
All my bullets must be catholic how they touch on half
Guns brandish you run frantic cause you soft
To put it simple you gonna panick like ya boss
Take a look ya self all nervous and ashamed
You ain't gettin money you do all ya work for change
(underground)
I ain't bury you yet
I call my gun harrier jet
These slugs will lift you in the air vertically
Bitchez impressed oh yes My flow is fresh to death
Shit you think a nicca jus murdered me
Pause sumthin else just occurred to me
Sayin you nice you lyin like perjury
You heard me I put a end your lie
Cause near the end of july the only time that I know 730
i know you wasn't listenin nicca Me I discipline nicca's
So you take me belt man I'm never worried
i'm sure them nicca's that u fuckin must be crazy tippers
But u ain't gettin doe like a lazy stripper
No purse but I can handle a strap
British I handle this chap
And leave him wit his man hood gone
So i'll just tell him that
It ain't a banishment match
But he's down and out like a kanye song
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He ain't ready to face off
Wit me dawg
I'll get em sretched out like the seventh inning of baseball
Stride for stride he ain't winnin this race ya'll
Cause when chuck spit its hotter than the 50th state ya'll
You and ya gay bars get straight charred
Call state farm cause right now you hurt
When I'm distributin naplam
I question before the base gone
How you gonna spit when the 45 leave ya taste gone
Its my goverment right Chuck got great arms
And i ain't talkin cut off tees and weight bars
This is ya first L to the game it can get charged
Cause this track is gonna send you packin like brett farve
And I know you fearin me
I hope you got security
Cause like kobe I go right through ya best guard
I ain't feelin you u dig
Add a pillow to ya sig............
Cause you stay gettin slept on
Chuck grind hard I stay on my grizzly
Nicca say I'm off da hook but my phone ain't busy...................
You claim to be the nicest where you at
But caught feelins when white boys ain't offer you the track
But you ain't hot often wit ya raps
Dead man walkin travel wit a coffin on ya back
I half to use caution when I rap
Cause my 16's take ya breath away...you 'll be coughin on ya tracks
U should just quit start a club wit jin
I'm outta hand when I spit like I lost my limbs
This shit is over somebody scramble the chaplain
Ya career was never here like samuel jackson
