Mark Copeland - No Chance lyrics

Chorus One: Redman, {Rock} - repeat 2X Aiyyo there's {there's} no {no} chance in hell {No chance in hell} You gonna take what's mine, you're just too frail Aiyyo there's {there's} no {no} chance in hell {No chance in hell} You gonna take what's mine, you're just too frail [Redman] Are you ready for war? Then bring it on And I Kraftmatic like a stripper; When it's out you throw your cash at it Hope I don't rat-tat-it from the hash and gra** addict I spit and mad rap-it like I took a bad package You pay tolls to the drummer, I EZ-Pa** at it But when it's time I bad habit, let the Mac at it You don't want what we got in store Keep your mother-in-law indoor when we walk outdoor Dem four paws on my Benz what you shoppin for You looked at your rims was like "What I cop them for?" Cause I'mma Brick City native, spit nice like Jada' Sheik style invades ya private property and lay ya Down for the count, so I'm round in the mouth You say they town in the house, so I'm drownin em out That's like seein(?) Atlantic Ocean in a frantic motion When I write my hand is open, other one is catipultin Onto white sheets we fight to the white meat Spillin on your 325 icey, wifey I ain't sayin I'll do it, I got [n***as] that will I go to the Benz dealer, test drive it and peal {ERRRR!} I be leaked out like (?? ??) pad of em With ghetto chickens that can stash 30 bags of em I'm at the club with Boot Camp ready to bag somethin To take yo' [sh**] like yo' punk-a** never had nuttin Chorus Two: Redman, {Rock} - repeat 2X Aiyyo there's {there's} no {no} chance in hell {No chance in hell} You gonna take what's mine, you're just too frail {You can't beat me} you ain't got no chance in hell {You can't see me} you ain't got no chance in hell [Rock] Everytime, befo' I catch you, and make you pay Everyone here works for me, I have em break two legs Two arms, and - two of your ribs for mistakes you made The [n***a] that you hate that hate'll make you hate yo' fate Don't ever utter-or-mutter a word soundin like a threat You see that slew of bruisy dudes, guess who writes them checks? ME, B-U, double-M, double-E, Jab Bummee Jiddab, my soldiers play the back Magnum Force Corporation - family bidness is what you facin We like immigration - we send you back to where you came from I display the, real meanin of danger with a rusty gemstar banger Or I have your baby momma flame ya I got away with, [sh**] that'll get you life But I only got one felony - I COULD STICK YOU TWICE From Brick City to Brownsville do you [n***as] think it's on Like many a gambler's bankroll, you'll soon be gone Chorus Two {*various samples and scratches*} Chorus Two [Redman] Aiyyo (aiyyo) aiyyo (aiyyo) there's..