Strick - Charly Murphie lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Strickin] Stomping through the hood with my chucks on I knock on every door, who the f**s home I'm trying to find some trouble I can dabble in I've been travelling, pockets getting fat again Apparently you n***a's dont really get it Flossin' with your b**h thinking I won't really hit it Yea, she on my line like fish bait, you got a problem Wait dawg lets get this sh** straight, Stricklin Yea better than these rap-dummies Watch your tune, got goons that hold a strap for me A bunch of wild n***as from the mid-weezy Swerving up the block, chopped listening to Jeezy And money ain't a thang, on some Jigga sh** This beats right up my alley, its mad n******gish I tend to get a lil gully when I spit the joint And don't owe a n***as legs till he get the point The eMC boys in the booth again, we back in the buildin Ya we moving in, Yup And we ain't leavin till the game love us Punch, Word, Strick, Ace ye the same brothers [Hook] Guess who's back for the spell again Bringing that hell again What they yelling is EMC What they spelling is EMC Charly Murphie More real sh** than a lil bit Any k**in it Everybody feelin it EmC And then feelin it EMC [Verse 2: Masta Ace] Ya, another university is cursing me Cause I took em off school like a nursery I know you hate it, but they rated us a full ten Now we waitin on the call like a bull pen They want us all back like nose pills(?) Cause they know we do numbers like phone bills You lil rap dudes remain in the right lane While your girl on the pole like a bike chain Im running through your team like Nitrain Like a right footers put us in the right frame Ya'll really wanna get into a place where you learn what the five fingers said to the face Smack [Verse 3: Wordsworth] Google us, but who us?, we the best to choose Get beat to d**h, picked up by EMS Removed, on TV BBC CNN The News Making moves, keep track, got GPS confused And we hungry, and we steady peeking at your food Stomach hurting like we got PMS and rude With even less to lose ain't sleep slept on snooze In the lead never left and we suggest the rules We back [Hook] [Verse 4: Punchline] You boys messing wit a tyrant Eyes on the paper, I'm the money green giant Ya'll play the rules of the game, we define em Start riots, fight hard to peak highest My crew ain't nothing to play, so dont try us Hustlas, we sell dreams we dont buy it Block us from getting this money, we get the fire Schooled ya'll about this math, ya'll know the science For years I been on this path with no guidance Linked up with eMC, my new alliance My crew the flyest, take over my new a**ignment Leader of the pack, who next to be a client Dont mix with the haters too well, I stay private Nothin nice to say hater, than stay silent Blood, sweat n tears, guts and the glory This is eMC's true Hollywood story [Outro]