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[talking:] Haters, you got five seconds to stop what you doing And shake the room niggaz, with an additional three seconds To get in whatever you pushing, and shake the lot Ladies, that gives you about eight seconds To grab your purses tight, and come on up to the front Where the playas, thugs and the gangstas at come on Uh huh uh huh, yeah uh uh [Chris Ward:] They call me C-H-R-I, to the S I'm a gang and a rap star, I'm the best I'm the young dude, that they label fresher than fresh Gutter smooth suave, and finesse Style is endless, I blow shots through your thin vest Leave you and your men stressed, like you just took ten tests Four fo' pounders, is what I bench press And in the end, will I win yes I flow as if I know, that I've been blessed Though I'm a king, cause in the ring a four princess All this hate going around, is senseless They dickriders, see how much they keep me in mess I suggest, y'all quit acting like you know me Hollin' what's up Lil' Chris, what's happening whoadie Spectators, just hand me my trophy I'm the franchise like Steve, plus I ball like Kobe SongtexteDon't talk to me, bout MC's got skills He's alright, but he's not real C-Weez bout scrill, blowing trees out the Deville Running through boys hoes, like a two minute drill I'm like Hump, from Sucka Free for real Cause none of you chumps, can sucker me with a deal You can't, fuck with me for a mill Even if you come with two, you can't fuck with me still So you got a flow, that's iight with me You got a lil' do', that's iight with me You got a lil' glow, that's a sight to see But none of y'all motherfuckers, is tight as me You know, C dot W-A-R to the D Got mo' connects, than AT&T Just listen around, it sounds like they being me Cause I spit sermons, like Anfernee from EPMD I do gangsta raps, so they say I'm a G.M.C. Got a chromed out Denali, a GMC No hate, it's just love from the M.O.B. To D.E.A. to B.B.S., to C.M.G. Much respect, to the whole S.U.C. And don't speak to me bitch, unless you S.U.C. I stay boss hogging, like Slim Thee and E.S.G. Got so much game, I oughtta build a PS3 Not just the rookie of the year, I'm the M.V.P. So that's why, these red-shirters envy me I'm bout to, blow this bitch like TNT Getting dirty money, like Pimp C and B-U-N-B I'm still uncut and lethal, like PCP And keep it ghetto, from here to the Bronx to the CPT Now go backwards, you know I got that N-U-G And if I e-mail you shots, I'ma send you three nigga Stay wilding, Mob-Style'ing Be on the court with the Knicks, repping Houston like Allen Now in this city, we are the dream team Cause everybody dreams, to be on our dream team The thing seems to be, I am a power house We have nothing in common, you is a coward mouse Uh oh, you've been discovered Ain't no secret I done peeped it, you just blown your cover See us niggaz, we never trip with no brizzoad Can't trust em like niggaz, they all so frizzuad I'm back, lik MJ So from this day forth, y'all can all call me Chris Wizzard Get it Chris Wizzard, I go hard in the paint Po' up and lean, go hard off of paint You can't and you ain't, gon stop me mayn Been wrecking since 9-8, when I first got in the game See I don't stop, and I won't stop Ery'body asking Whoadie, when your album gon drop And if it could sell in jail, I'll go three times plat Naw I'm fucking wit ya, three times that I know cats that buy my c.d.'s, and slam em to the side But because of they girlfriends, they jam em in they ride Least you could do, is jam em with pride I'm your wifey's number one, damn this is live Now you can love me or hate me, or just love to hate me Whichever is quite whatever, love me or hate me Just don't come around, talking bout you miss me though Yeah right I believe ya, Ms. Cleo This here, ain't no mystery bro Peep game, I'm bout to make history hoe See you know, just like they know That we all know, that I got flow So when you see me enter the do', Gucci from head to toe Just remember, this is some'ing we all seen befo' So whenever whenever was, we fall in your club Don't hate participate, put your hands up Put your hands up, niggaz Bitches, busters, hustlers uh With your mug on mean, cause you know we be thugging Mob Style in the house, that's the way we be clubbing nigga Uh uh yeah uh uh, put your hands up niggaz Bitches busters, hustlers uh With your mug on mean, cause you know we be thugging H-Town in the house, that's the way we be clubbing nigga [talking:] Yeah hands up, hands up hands up Hands up nigga Aus Songtexte Mania