[Intro: Champ M.C. talking faintly]
[Champ M.C.]
n***as don't know what they getting into
I got tricks up my sleeve for b**h a** n***as like you, f** it
If you wanna come test me, call the cops to arrest me
I pull the plug on my worst enemy
My lyrics teach you how to leave a scar across your grill
You better chill before you cause me to get real ill
But first let me put an end to this discussion
You get slapped with a two piece, knocked out with a concussion
f** it, thats how I live it in the nineties
Speaking real candid or get the ??? out the socket
Don't mistake me for a s**a, a punk
Or a b**h a** n***a like yo momma
Thats how Im feeling what I'm dealing with
I be chillin while ya'll n***as be on that bullsh**
How does it feel to ?squat a vein? on the next mans dick
f**in and s**in every five dollar trick
You on some bullsh**
[Interlude: Champ M.C.]
Mic checka one two and like this and like this ya'll and that ya'll
Mic check one two it's like this ya'll
Ayo Champ, I want you to kick that flava flava sh**
Comin at you right now, right now, hit it
[Champ M.C.]
I know I be buggin sometimes but I want some more real sh**
Hip to the fullest, n***as wish they could just
f** with the b**h that got sk**s
But still, I k** any n***a if I will
Burn and torture that a** so I can see ya blood boil
Dry your a** up and toil with your brain
I'm insane and I can't maintain the pain
I stick a knife in your kidney
Should I hold in your hands so you know I'm thinkin ??
f** it, don't let it get to your head
Any ??? my moms and you all can drop dead
So get all your f**in blunts
And wish luck on the next motherf** who who thinks they can test me
My mind is all gone, far away as a ??? sheep
Testin me, lyricaaly, I'm not the one, you must be crazy
Gimme the microphone, I heat it up and then I Swayzie
[Interlude: Champ M.C.]
Yeah, know what I'm sayin, check it, check it out
This goes out either one, know what I'm sayin
The real n***as, the FTBs, the Buddha Bandits
Know what I'm sayin, you know how the f** we do
Know what I'm sayin, nobody here lacking
Cuz the Champ MC's cold macin
Yo hit me with that ??? burst
[Champ M.C.]
Just watch how I flip it, tight sh**, always make a smash hit
Gimme the microphone and I'mma rip it
Take it, I always stay mad dip, heat the mic up real quick
Don't gimme no lip, don't gimme no lip, n***as be poppin mad sh**
I heard people say I have a split personality
Who gives a f**, see in reality, that's me G
Who the hell are you to be minding mine?
I got rhymes and tec nines to show bad rap the real time
So you wanna be a gangsta?
Walk around with a cellu' phone and a big a** saker
You're played, and I know what you all about
Yeah yeah, shout it out
I gets down like a n***a and I'm pretty like a b**h
And if you come up to bat, these rhymes will get pitched
[Outro: Champ M.C.]
Yeah, check it out, check it out
Yo I wanna take this fly sh** right here to the ???
Polygram representing like a mothaf**a, know what I'm sayin?
I got family up in Sant Nick Projects
And they still know I'm representing in the ??? squad, most definatly
Yo, smooth it out like this, check it out