Chapter 3: El Jew Cristo Negro lyrics

[Verse 1 : Sideshow]
Ayy
Don't ask me no questions
Baby girl don't stress
Too many n*ggas at the shows
If they tweak might stretch em
I'm a walker don't do practice
Can't go without my weapon
Don't ask me no questions please
I treat everybody like police
And they treat me like a doctor
The way they asking me for features
By the way I took your breesh
You woulda thought I was the preacher
By the way my name Halie, nice to meet you
Way I'm steppin jah sleep[?]
Ten producer sent some street to mе[?]
Man maybe we can do something with it
I don't do no critics
And I don't do no crеdits
Its just me no fronts
Boy ain't nun free

[Verse 2 : El Cousteau]
Where your gun
I told you we stole it
Three summers cuz he the work horse
I was doing that credit card fraud
You come up short I might put my hands on you
I put the b*tch on ten
I take a big long day{?}
They treat me like a high clientele baseball player
I'm the editing side of the equator[?]
sh*t ain't really too much to a top tier player
f*ck around and shake hands with the men
Sit down with girls, rendezvous by the ladies
Two things life ain't easy and fair
I got places that book me months in advance
I got b*tches on sh*t but they really my friends
Play spades with the gang
Shoot dice with the men
Associate feelings with mixing meds[?]
Is a thin line between the life we in