[Intro:CHL]
CHL
Death comes in 3s
So let me show you how we do around here man
[Verse 1:CHL]
I go hard on the mic
Like I'm f*cking your wife
Then look to my phone
Like who I'm f*cking tonight
Rhyming with these dope MCs
I ain't Jay-Z
b*tch you ain't gon Renegade me
So real when I rhyme
I commit a crime
Lyrical homicide
Every time
So real when I rhyme
I commit a crime
Lyrical homicide
Every time
I had to repeat
So you could catch up
Spitting like an M16
Will get you wet up
Good thing that my mic is bullet proof
Cause I'm spitting rapid fire
Every time I'm in the booth
Cop killing bullets
So f*ck the PD
Run up on me in these New York streets
You can't see me
So OG that I fathered you maggots
I'm a God so when I spit
It's considered the Sabbath
(Pray to me)
[Bridge:CHL]
Told y'all mother f*ckers we ain't playing
JMU2K5
Next up
One of the hardest MCs in Virginia
We ain't playing fools
Big Benz talk to em like
[Verse 2:Big Benz]
Speak life
Or keep walking the grim steps
Baby brother doing 3 like a bench press
Whole city full of killers
And them youngins wilding
Cause they want them flying horses and canary diamonds
No respect for old timers
Cause they past there prime
And don't do the church thing
They think the pastor slimy
Yeah
At least they say he is
But how they supposed to live
With skin exposed to ribs
They take yours to make theirs
They gotta feed the kids
Twisted methods of math
Will get them looped fast
They beat the block
And slow down
When the blues past
Tell em read a book
They'll tell you make a doller
We all dogs
But big dogs control they own coller
Tell em get stock
They'll tell you grab blocks
They hit the streets with the product
Play connect the dots
Yeah
I blame it on their pops
[Bridge: CHL and (Chubby Jag)]
Yeah
Lets switch it up
Go all the way over to the west coast
La what up
(What happening)
Chubby Swag Jag what happening man
(You know what it is home)
Larsiny Fam you know
(Flat top gold chain)
Get em
[Verse 3:Chubby Jag]
I grind for a cause
We into making mills
I f*ck with feigns that need the weed
They chasing pills
I got a peanut butter Porche
With a bacon grill
I'm known for f*cking n*gga dreams up
Jason Will
Jewelry store
We getting chains
Forgetting change
I'm hot with it
Block digits
We flipping caine
I never snitch
I don't even know my n*ggas name
You in a n*gga lane
f*cking up home
You n*ggas lame
I'm from the streets
I know exactly how scared he feel
New n*gga in that spur home
Garry Neal
I put the white chain on
Let the canary chill
It's like a n*gga stash money up
How I bury Millz
You looking at the best
Better chill n*gga
For lil mac
Show up with the steel n*gga
For talking out your grill
Get you killed n*gga
And I put money on your head
Get you billed n*gga
Chubby
[Outro:CHL]
Yeah
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