Chris Black (Skit) [2000] lyrics

by

Ja Rule


[Skit]
Woman: Hello?
Operator: Hello, NCI, operator. You have a collect call from, "Yo, it's Chris Black, [?]", an inmate at New York State Correctional Facility. By accepting this call, you are responsible for all associated NCI charges, whether direct bill from NCI or as part of your local phone company bill. If you will pay, dial 3 now. Thank you for using NCI, go ahead
Chris: Hello?
Woman: Hold on
Chris: Can he listen to me now?
Woman: Uh-huh
Chris: Hello?
Ja Rule: Hello
Chris: Yo, yo, yeah. Yo, what up, n*gga?
Ja Rule: What up, n*gga?
Chris: Aight?
Ja Rule: What's crackin', n*gga?
Chris: Ayy, shake kid
Ja Rule: You having your call already?
Woman: Yeah
Ja Rule: Oh, oh, sh*t. Aight. Damn, n*gga
Chris: Ayy, sh*t, what's poppin' my n*gga?
Ja Rule: Ayy, sh*t, aight. n*gga, you know it's time, n*gga, right?
Chris: Yeah, no question, n*gga. Time, what time you talkin'? Time for what, n*gga?
Ja Rule: I'm about to drop that new album on these b*tch ass n*ggas
Chris: Oh, wassup. You know I'm here, n*gga
Ja Rule: Yeah, you know it. You know, the streets is feelin' it. The last time, n*ggas crazy, n*gga
Chris: On that real sh*t?
Ja Rule: Oh, n*gga, for sure
Chris: You ready to put on these n*ggas again?
Ja Rule: Am I? Am I?
Chris: n*gga, you, n*gga, you got to raise the stakes, n*gga
Ja Rule: Do I?
Chris: Cut these n*ggas dead. Ayo, check it, check it, dog. It's the don, Chris Black, the murderous one. You know, that n*gga that get it on just to make that dough long. Ain't sh*t change, I'm still that n*gga that spit flames. They'll remember me, that air tight n*gga that spit games. It's the don, only one murderous, sit on the horn. So let it better be know, I'm on my way home and I'm still strong. I ain't to be f*cked with if it's [?] dog, and I'ma rush it. And I swear to God, I'ma pop off like this 'til I touch it. So either n*ggas is with me or against me. But check it, dog, if they against me, then they better get busy. Yeah, f*ck them n*ggas think 'cause I'm locked up, my banks stopped up. Oh, n*ggas think I'ma lock the spot up the same way I popped up. Check it, how many n*ggas you know behind bars spittin' bars like this par? And how many n*ggas you know that get off the sh*t like it's gone? This sh*t's so deep, I ain't home and already control the streets. Get n*ggas f*cked up like how some get the blow with the ink. Not even touched down but I'm about to touch down so y'all f*cked now. I told y'all n*ggas respect my gangstas, now you on stuck now. So what it been? 5 years long since the world heard my name? And what it been? 5 years long since I murdered the game? In like this, dog, in 90 days and sh*t go my way, I'ma show n*ggas 90 ways that a n*gga gon' play. 'Cause I'm a hustler, slash a dough gettin' muscler, slash the murderer full of murderous ink. You motherf*ckers comin' home, n*gga
Ja Rule: Let 'em know, n*gga
ChrisL Yo, n*gga
Ja Rule: Crazy, n*gga, f*ck these n*ggas. Murder NIC, n*gga
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