as Chris Rock Gettin' hit by trucks, starin' at twat A big cannon in ya G-spot Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot Whether or not you believe
the base line To all my girls that's kickin it You got Chris in yo glass and you sippin it You bout money and you gettin it We tight that's right. Uh [
than Maggie on a pacifier What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire Gettin
some public speaking I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out Young angel and young ryan You know what
jects where the killin' In Park Ave. where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch it boy they'll show you how that shotty
they questionin you Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you Cris come up outta you, dough that
long send em in a cab home you takin mad long get cha bags gone I aint got a dime for you time for me pass on [Chorus 1x] [Chris] Back in effect vest
shit slow (gimmie). [Chorus repeat] [Young Chris Rhyme] Look man the cops are gettin vesious the streets gettin colder. My nephew gettin tall my neice gettin older. You
you niggaz bluff Have you niggaz shittin' puss Bleedin' through the ass C'll seize a nigga fast Hit you bitches up! [Chorus: Peedi Crakk & Young Chris
uh-huh Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef It's real shit North of Death, home of Philly Uh, chea uh [Verse 1: Young Chris] Lights is gettin' dimmer Nights gettin
in the ghetto [Verse Three: Young Chris] You wanna shit on? I'm on your boy like the narc's on 'em You ever heard a nigga's lawyer scared to talk for
a chance You niggaz bullshit with rap if you want (ah motherfuckas yea) And I'll be laid back ?????? (Motherfuckas) [Outro: Young Chris] Relax on you chumps!! Clap at you
shaped you? Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes In the upper downtown, wherever it was The people around you, the things around you cause you
of a man Who the mind over manner, won't beef like rude Chris You gotta know that you gotta go through Me and my clique if you want to get to Ludacris
Earth" as Chris Rock gettin hit by trucks, starin at twat A big cannon in ya G-spot Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot Whether or not you believe