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    NELLY

    Brass Knuckles 2008 ©

    Chill

    Yo, what you tell a muh'fucker with two black eyes?
    Nothin, you done already told his punk-ass twice


    D, E, R, R, T, Y (we back, we back, we back)
    We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do?
    Yo..

    Aiyyo stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute
    Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods "woot-woot"
    Watch the Crips loc' it up, we back, we got our focus up
    St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that
    Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds
    Start readin some things, we got it, holla at us, c'mon
    Easy with that murder murder murder, kill kill
    We did that back when I was born, Bill Bill
    But I still do the knowledge, let me give you the math
    I rock a 7-and-a-half for my 7-and-a-half
    I be with Moses and Kane & Abel puttin in work
    I slap a nun, beat the reverend up, spit in his church
    My Derrty niggaz come through, we turn the heat up in June
    We at the party mackin, even throw a bitch in the room
    Menage-a-trois, Murph' is {?}, me and Law
    Cause we the baddest muh'fuckers that you seen thus far, so


    Nigga chill (chill) calm down (calm down)
    Watch your words (watch your words) don't let your mouth get ahead of ya
    You really talkin wreckless right now (right now)
    And we know you ain't built for that (nope)


    Look, learn, listen, check it
    Start your cars up, trick your broads out
    Pump your hard up, homie now put your guard up
    You throw that one-two but, look how I jab you
    No need you run in the derrty, homie I had to
    You was doin a lot of talkin (yup) a lot of barkin
    But your bite was nothin, guess you mighta been frontin
    Yo ain't no mic to it, City see right through it
    I was born to be the shit like I was Mike Hewitt{?}
    Don't, test me though, homie I might do it
    Check my track record, the feelin go right to it
    It was easy for me, I was born to win
    You was born to hate me, you should be born again
    You with Mike and Kevin, we with Law and them
    You cop American cars, we cop foreign 'em
    Take a look at us derrty, we put the star in them
    No slow stray bullets nigga, we Brett Favre'n them


    You gots to chill, and let your conscience be free
    Lil' boy, obviously y'all ain't fuckin with Ky'
    You see I stays real high, but I be's low-key
    I'm so allergic to the line e'rybody know me
    You know what? (What?) Why shouldn't y'all hate?
    Cause y'all so half decent, we Frosted Flakes great
    And these ain't came out yet, I know y'all so late
    I smoke zips, you pop 8's, damn what a waste
    My lady is so happy, yours masturbates
    You wash up in a sink, nigga I bathe in a lake
    The way y'all copy our style ASCAP should make y'all pay
    But they don't, so I'ma smoke a joint and get to the point
    The muh'fuckin point is keep my name out your mouth
    Unless you sayin how we repped the Lou, since we came out
    We've been winners since we came out, yo' mouth keep my name out
    You don't wanna see thirty cardinal birds with they thangs out




    Murphy Lee God-body (like) take shit from nobody (nope)
    Nelly bought it for me so that's my Maserati (yup)
    Y'all know about me, I'm so far from sloppy (dirty)
    You not a female nigga, so how can you top me?
    My style can't be copied people trust me (trust me)
    Even though you look like me, your flow musty (musty)
    That means you stinkin, what you think's extinct
    Been gone too long to even dig up the bones
    I'm on my new-new, upgrade the kush from the doo-doo
    That's a big step, but that's how niggaz from the Lou do
    Last rap was too cool, but this one is too damn hot
    You wack rappers think you hot when you not (this is why I'm hot)
    All this I talk slick shit as if you really did shit
    Thinkin you deserve my spot, well thurr it is then
    Gave niggaz time but now I'm back with a few of my friends
    Lunatics 'bout to do this again, ohh




    Uh, tell you somethin...
    You should see their faces when I walk in the facility
    Mean mug, what's the purpose of you ice-grillin me?
    You're killin me but really B, you ain't on my radar
    Always used the right amount of strokes, that's why I stayed par
    I ain't no killer lil' silly nigga but they are
    You got the same ride as me but that's just my day car
    My decor, might be Levi's and a A-R
    15 G's in my pocket just to play cards
    So meet me in the casino, way in the back
    Me and her fleein the scene, away in the 'Llac
    She say she feelin her bean, a green of a stack
    She say she like it obscene, I'm way in the knack{?}
    In fact, you niggaz ain't like me, you salty (nah)
    Me, I'm like pepper cause I spice shit up
    The Flavor Flav of the game cause I hype shit up
    Might call my hundred watt niggaz in to light shit up
    You better chill

    2008 ©




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