Chamillionaire - Street sh** Freestyle lyrics

[Chamillionaire] n***a 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 co*ky copy-machine cuz 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 n***as will come back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up Rap s**s, act up to rap, and you'll get wrapped up That tough..n***a 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 co*k see, the other one gon' watch me Guess the funs got me Ridin' in a sun-toppy Listen the gun's co*ky 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 Don't have us doin' anything illegal on cameras Can't grab us, I shoot you the police wouldn't ask Whether I did it cuz my jersey said that I'm back in the past Uh, 10 years in my Allen I Dr. Jay is my allibi Throw 50 at the judge and see how free time that'll buy And if that don't work n***a it don't matter my n***as will show up at the judges house and give that a try The End, yes the Chamillionaire is raw Rewind to the last verse and all the images you saw It's gangsta gutta, I'm not a gangsta but dawg I did it to prove that I can rap gangsta better then y'all It's easy to put some words together and talk about ya guns Talk about how you gon' blast while all ya enemies run It be the same n***as talkin' in-direct That don't never ever won't plex when standin' in-diflesh Look, don't act dumb n***a the King will come And bring it on, before ya labeled the Kingdom Come