Chamber Brothers

Yeah Real rap Slide (The MeKanics) Keep it goin' Lean in my voice Hmm, yeah They was playin' with that ticket, then the price changed Caught him at the stop sign and then the light changed Hundred thousand dollars gone for these ice links Gerby nigga, shit'll get real dirty for them white things Yeah, that's 'bout a thousand pills, got a lot of meds I would've popped Bishop first, I ain't Radames Two hundred thousand in my pocket, I can buy a Benz Big Drac', it hit him in his head and knock him out his dreads Richard Mille full of stones like a disco light Had to take that beam off 'cause the stick too bright Sold a quarter brick of raw just to get more ice I'll walk 'em down and double back like I missed my flight Send lil' cuddy to get up on 'em, this a takeout Had to get new landscapin' 'cause them snakes out Fuck pullin' over, stab off, then threw an eight out Fuck it, hit him in his head, see what he think 'bout Nah, you ain't never up no score, you out here scrimmagin' Where I'm from, we slime 'em out and whack the middle man Told lil' gang they gotta chill, they out here killin' shit How you caught a body, did the time, and you still a bitch? AR heavy on my shoulder, gotta aim this fucker Sellin' crack like it's the '80s, we the Chamber brothers Everything I got is profit, I came with nothin' Thirty-round pokin' out the Glock like it hang on somethin' Hit the doc' to get a script like I'm an outpatient We don't respect them over there, them niggas clout chasin' I put Forgis on the Bentley, this bitch not basic Yeah, I fucked the club up 'til they ran out paper We don't do no back and forth, I been done dropped somethin' You like a nigga that fell off, you ain't got nothin' Just bought a pint of Wocky clean, cost a rocked onion I'm really with the Birdman like I'm top youngin' I'm in LA with the Crips and the Bloods too .40 kiss him in his face, it need love too Sell dope, rob, and hustle, but I club too Thuggin' with my cameraman, he got a gun too Fuck around and pop an Addy, I run out of X Gotta crack the Quagen open, I run out of 'Tech Got a whole brick of Fent', show you how to stretch I'll beat the beat up 'til I run out of breath Hundred thousand in my pocket, do the Blade dance Strip a goofy out his clothes, he a caveman When y'all walk up in the club, y'all where the stage is When we walk up in this bitch, they tuckin' chains in Trackhawk on twenty-sixes, it got cat eyes Hella water on my neck, let's come get baptized Nigga up the F&N, knock his hat down I fell off a couple times, now I'm back now Yeah Let that bitch ride Hmm Yeah Hmm Let me hear that shit (The MeKanics) --- Chamber Brothers - Icewear Vezzo