gonna make it) [VERSE 1] I'm Chill, bust it, no need to discuss it I made the record rough so you could rush it So spin it, play it, memorize it, say it
niggaz I been balling with I'm second guessing, all this negative energy. It's making me realize why niggaz really envy. I feel no sympathy. It's tight ill, plus I get slight chills
the pad 'Cuz mom's got grub on the grill, if we got the food You know, it's the 1st of tha month and my nigga we chills foe real Wake up, wake up, wake up it
The Fox [Verse 3: Jason Fox] I Got Another One For Making These Hits It's Been Real Cuz Im Still Doing It I Got A Deal While Other Niggaz Loosing It
Blow, yo The battlefield, the synonym call it the wax The recording sciences developing the tracks Is not the essential fabric but if you have it Might make
Glitter on your chest, g-strings, and platforms You know the type of babydoll that make your knees weak Sipping mixed drinks, real super freaks The type of broads like like to chill
] Before Sweet T was Sugar, before buddy piped a Jack Soopafly snooka Before Biz Markie was busy pickin boogers Super Lover Cee, L-y-t-e, Chill Rob G
need it lots, gots to give me it Gettin? off my rocks can I Can I just get a taste of it, It makes me crazy cravin? it, All in my face and I make sure
the stainless Make his whole chest cave in Ooh, shit is changing My whole adrenaline is racing Blow this nigga shit like horror flicks Wes Craven A'yo Bus, Spliff, chill
meal ticket and kick it Chill, catch a plane to Spain or maybe Brazil On the real can you feel me? Yeah, yeah, set it off, it's Kurupt Young Gotti Doin' it
s just chill man FUCK THAT NIGGA! It don't gotta be this way man WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY! IT DON'T GOTTA BE LIKE THIS MAN! IT GOTTA BE NIGGA
won't save a bitch If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitch As long as she making me filthy rich Took
told you, some kill rob and fold The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the whole globe, god damn I got it
Well it's a hustle, it's a hustle every day of life, And it's enough to keep your head above the water, see. It seems the older I get the more freedom
wes] Now in the studio, you got the stupid flow It doesn't matter tho, it's who you know You think you got it bad, girls got it the harder way Labels
, gotta keep it tight, like this one time We represent Queens it's N Y C representers Yo, yo Queens most wanted is in the house My man Rob, he's in the
(busta rhymes) Catching my fever Rob the passanger, the last griever You don't lone my squad? Fuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither Way off the
m all on my own G who should I trust Niggas bust B.I.G. now it seems they want us It's like no matter what I do I can't escape it ain't no going around
