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(feat. Chino XL) [Verse 1] I don't know why niggaz wan' see Chino XL out of the industry Y'all from the street separate lives These niggaz look and sound the same like the stepford wives Give me a little time to mourn the death of Rick James Niggaz cross the line we all know I'll name names Stop askin Chino where you been I put holes up in ya skin Deep star Joan's ass couldn't fill it in Most mcs give 'em nightmares Toy Story 2?, been buzzed for lightyears Now I swear get dough for freakin flow 'Specially when I spit this flow the Puerto Rican hero Now you gon' know what it always was In Jersey different slugs bangin us in the clubs With the blood latin kings me at the same moment sex Knowin I'm good as good as it Roll with me I'm blowin next watch [Chorus] If you would (what) walk with me (uhuh) I'm like you (yeah), you're like me (true) I'll survive (uhuh) in these streets (forever) Hold my child (uh), like I hold my heat SongtexteI'm gettin stronger as I'm older (watch closer) And the world is gettin colder (watch closer) I'm just tryin to get over (watch closer) Tell me lookin over ya shoulders (watch closer) [Verse 2] I'm still good lookin for confrontation Homie want a trip, I'm a travel agent Behind my back could threaten to shoot me Reminds me of myself before puberty I turn on TV you on Cribs Dumb mothafucka now I know where you live with ya kids If we spit prepare to take loss Tabloids like Mary Kate and Ashley weight loss You Kate Moss with the skinny flow Chino causin panic Dramatic mean death by accident like a mechanic Money wanna diss me murdering minister Money come up missin like I'm workin the register Amateur kill me you can't manage to only heat Whoever held out of a vicks vapor rub canister Survivin it break in niggaz cars when their wife's still drivin it I'm prominent I'm coming you watchin it? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Niggaz want look, like, sound Like me and my rhymes from '93 No more hustling niggaz turn feds You think I beef with rock steady how I be breakin crazy legs Had time a back in the days now we weren't still My success I can't even duplicate it like Lauryn Hill's Collossus, puttin out ya lights like I'm Amish I promise, I'm dangerous as the West Nile Virus I seen niggaz killed, I been locked up Benchin 500 lbs I stay rocked up Now I'm was sup until my time's up You niggaz rhyme suspect you pointed out in line ups Chino the historic lyricist Mel Gibson made Passion of the Christ without my sample clearances It's serious, the games is over The hungriest rapper ever to live's comin (Can you hear it?) Watch Closer [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania