Chip - On The Scene lyrics

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Chip - On The Scene lyrics

(Intro: DJ Drama) Consider this Rap royalty Chip, has been knighted Hustle Gang (Hook: Chip) Yeah, respect my hustle Respect my team, respect my space Respect my dream, We on the scene Respect my hire, respect my life and roll the green We're going down strange clouds, more bottles Bring 'em in, we turnin' up We on the scene, *the scene* yeah And we got bad b**hes on deck You know we demand the respect We on the scene, *the scene* yeah We stacking racks and cashin' checks You know I hold it down for myself, we on the scene (Verse 1: Chip) Seams all on my vans, women loving my swag Aye look my mother told me my skin is f**ed but these women f** with my tats Dawg my city stays in my heart, you can hear that LDN in my pen The way we ball these n***as watch but know it ain't ESPN I only f** with n***as who f** with me I'll f** your girl if you f** with me If two's a crowd and three's company A threesomes what I'd love to see Hustle Gang we on the scene I be on Tequila and an ounce of green, A bunch of hoes all into man I take a pic, no Instagram Hey GDOD *Get dough or die* You know we winning I heard the moneys local Let my vocals go and get it TI put me on, we on the scene we 'bout to k** it Life's good can we f**ing smoke both the O's in it (Hook: Chip) (Verse 2: T.I.) Hey I'm rounding round in my fire And holding onto my fo' Got a bad b**h on the pa**enger's side And she rolling all of my dro Got my hoodie on like Trayvon Shawty shine like ray on That safety up but that K on Try me shawty I'm spray on We blew chicks and then flew em' back We throwin' racks just be calm We don't pay the ho to f** pay the ho, the lead n***a That the way we ball This game I got it on lock and I got Hustle Gang on my key all There ain't no peep hole in my door so know, the white ho n***as I don't see y'all Don't be holding onto no clique Get it off of your chest Whenever you see a n***a whatever I don't whatever better know that I got k**ers all in my team Skrilla all in my jean Please don't get it f**ed up Or do expect to be bleeding all in this scene (Hook: Chip) (Verse 3: Young Jeezy) You better R-E-S-P-E-C-T Who? - Me I'm that same n***a that showed you how to open up a key See my hun, say "what's that smell" She call it you goin' to jail ‘Cause at the end of the day I'm trying to please my clientele It's the first of the month And sh** I know my clients well So when I get that phone call I meet my clients at the sales Now the rari's, they from Italy The choppers, they Brazilian Seven figures under my mattress I'm sleeping on a million Y'all sleeping on the man, the myth, the legend Watch cars at 6:45 That's at, quarter to 7 Everything I love yeah is tatted in my skin Ask my n***a "you gon' die for me" That's how I choose my friends (Hook: Chip)

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