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Music is life I ain't in to fashion or ice I ain't into chain snatchin', ain't into smackin' a wife Fan supportin' don't never ask him the price If you new you can't afford it, you better askin' advice Stick to the point if I ever had me a knife Y'all gas better hope I don't ever have me a light Meth, not the type for doin' the pipe But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it right You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it They criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise hook Yah, still talk about it and I still live it Underground without a shovel and still diggin' It's always been about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it My hood trouble, if y'al don't live here then don't visit Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger SongtexteAnd do you know the penalty for that? What penalty? The penalty is death and there is no alternative Color me bad Face emerge, blood in the bath Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the glass Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the killin' Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the millions Shoot-outs, hang glides on the train ride Mafia's assassins, cocaine's inside Fat man with the pinky ring laughin' Movin' the static through traffic The hoss, boss called The Dragon His head's bald, enemies are mauled His hands are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit His broad is fit with the largest tits Through the fog, they sit Helicopters over Nicaragua Scuba divers dig for lobster The zoo are tigers, pits, and jaguars The bets, NASCAR Threats, Nasaw Fools wear wires, shooters was hired Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Like a Shaolin astoundin', pound grounds like mountains Bouncin', be the largest nigga, pounds and ounces Well-rounded like cursive, my verses birth inertia Converge and surge, hurt and burn ya Philosophical, spit prodigal, son quantical Known to bust a clip and swift kick right at your opticals In a hot [?] I split particles, follicles rift Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner than sanitize You fantasize, real, couldn't show it more if I pantomime Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp bitch MCs Earn mine, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas feelin' E Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's enemies Marvel, marvelous, my art is bliss If you ain't the nicest, you a target, bitch Chris We the first niggas that did that. I don't give a fuck what nobody say Alright bring it back a little bit Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Aus Songtexte Mania