niggaz is hard headed 'Cause we love to trick Equipped with game So we bang with this thuggish shit I see you trying to hide Hoping that nobody don't notice
her in hope not to lose The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime With unseen consciousness, I possessed in my grip A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart's being chipped Noticing
shoes She's probably a girl you used to know I can see her beauty with both eyes closed But you didn't notice she fell in love with what she noticed That
here with the best of us For these, they shall be man and bride And man and bride and man and bride! Correct me, honey I smell no money And when the chips
over beat breaks I could be honest with you and tell you I'm a cheapskate But, you probably seen me sharing drinks with my deejay So, fronting like I got chips
out on me God doesn't like it when you can't be free God doesn't like it when you keep control God doesn't like it Listen and learn, defy and get burned Chip
-Town Haters wanna see me down I ain't even put, put, put it down But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh And if I skip 'em or chip
this illusion of friendship You know what I'm saying man But as you get older, you notice You notice people trying to take advantage of you You notice
Now I be's the block (partner let me upgrade you) [verse 1:] I hear you be the block But I'm the lights that keep the streets on Notice you the type
, My skills was built to last Wayniac- Forever in a day, but some days we gotta trip, Throwin lics for grits, steady stackin our chips, The money clips
to crown me on the block You probably would've got me put dat nine wouldn't stop A witness scored a bag 'cuz your boy tried to slam me Out chip ass sellin
'ma crank up the scale Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I'ma crank up the scale I ain't gotta hit these streets no mo' Crisp 15 ten 20 for a show Notice I ain't out
the disrespectful sisters in my face I get love, but when push come to shove I'm postin' solo, diggin' me out the ditch Hey, hey, Cool, gimme some chips
scopin' Watchin' his gat, watchin' his back Watchin' his stack, watchin' his wrap Watchin' his deck, as people notice like "OH SHIT! Boy just won
of grim He confines his life to shame Break up hearts of stone Chip away at the pieces Bring down the high places Break up hearts of stone Chip away
And drove the Germans back to Germany Captains right hand man was a rock And to me he look tall as a tree At times I though he'd never notice me Standing
your hoard I was waiting in the queue looking at the board Wondering whether to have a burger or chips Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford When I noticed
about your money, float loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked Like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips