Street Shit by Chamillionaire
Chamillionaire]
Nigga always talkin' drama like they want this piece
As soon as I see em' in the streets all they want is peace
It's strange how a piece-maker
Faker turned peace-maker
King Koopa the cocky copy-machine 'cause I keep paper
And it's so gangsta, the way the funds stack up
The way I spend it, it get low and it always come back up
My niggaz will come back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and you'll get wrapped up
That tough..nigga will be changin' his tune
When his souls in a hole and they throwin' his chain in a tomb
For the re-came yo explain "Oh, whatever you want poppy"
But one of them clean cock see, the other one gon' watch me
Guess the funs got me
Ridin' in a sun-toppy
Listen the gun's cocky
Hate it? Then come stop me
Sleepin' with the hammers, not sleepin' on no candles
But still..I manage to keep the heat in the pajamas
Police is tryin' to jam us
F-E-Dz tryna red-hand us
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