Chucky Smash Now close your eyes..visualize and see what we be
seeing…eveident with the evidence…nobody be
freeing…wisdom…release your mind..bitches rockin Calvin
Klein..confined to watchin rewinds of Martin on channel 9… where
the
blind lead the blind destination to the boulevard..blessed to be
fresh…beatboxin’ like M&R…flashback..to Cold
Crush…Easy A.D.in…I used tyo rock the tube sox…aye yo, my box
was
JVC an nowaday, these Childs wanna live like Mr. Kevin….o.t.
with mad
g’s…push a 7 or a Legend…..Yo, was
it the buddas?…stick up niggas with 17 shooters…but they don’t
understand till they’re three time losers…Chucky Smash…I be killin
em…I hit em with the minimum…then I start
smackin em…I take em to the maximum…level..you retreat,
complete
back pedal….The Microphone Lord…I’m steppin off with a bad
broad
YO, MY GLARE IS BLINDING…GOT A KNACK FOR
FINDING…..CURENCY FOR
SHINING…DOLLAR SIGNS AND DIAMONDS….SKY’S
THE LIMIT..YO, WE LIVE IT,
NEVER BE TIMID…CAUSE REAL NIGGAS DON’T FAKE
IT… CAUSE REAL NIGGAS
LIVE IT
Chi I layed low for six years…was in no rush to drop an album..still
got g’s and car keys…wasn’t stressed without one…yo wonder how
come
I ain’t rappin and I’m stayin creamy…ladies
love me and I’m peelin Franklins when you see me… up in the
Tunnel, at
Esos, even the Mirage….I bag up models at expos and we menage
trois…no, I’m no star but my aura and my
jewels are gleamin…and now I’m driving so I’m keepin lifestyles
filled
with semen…No yall aint dreaming…It’s Chi Ali..I’m back to
stay…and dare niggas say some shit I think is wack
today…my record label drop me..but that shit still ain’t stop me..It
got me mad so I had to go o.t. and cop me..a diamond stud and a
fat ass
cuban link…be stayin laced cause I just refuse
to sink..or fall off and now I’m back to set it all off..yea..me and my
niggas rentin floors in the Waldorf Cie Lo Now I’m holding more
records
than Tower..when I reign..do more than
shower..No baking soda, come back story — I devour…delete,
destroy —
prime time, by the hour — Grand Rapids — never delt with
coke…barely
touch flour…Torn from the seam…born in my
genes to get the cream like noxem — shine like oil sheen….Niggas in
this game with that in-expensive talk…while I’m out buying property
—
real estate — and side walks…I elevate at a rate
that’s heavy weight…straight from the state where we chop it and
break…the Legion see…we click on all cylinders…o.t. locking
blocks
and holding down Dillingers
HOOK
Cules Check it..To get what I got in my possession…I had to use
some
aggression dealin in my profession…My compliance with my clients
is to
a science…I’m only dealin with giants
because I’m forming an alliance….They call me Molecules..you
know the
rules..I paid my dues…back in the day..I walk the streets with
.22’s…..now, It’s different times and different
weathers…so now I rock the block with glocks under butter soft
leather…Although I changed my flow..I’m about gettin doe..but on
the
low..I don’t think these niggas know we about to
blow…Now we’re pushin limos…me and my Legion team…kickin
the
breeze…sippin on Dom P…Remy on freeze…I went from sportin
Swatches
to Cuban links around my neck…Sub
Mariner Rolex..Assault mix made by Avirex….Yo Dres…These
petty
motherfuckers is small in the mind…they will find it’s time for Black
Sheep and the Legion to shine….And fuckin
with me is like snortin a ki of lines…ya better off bustin yourself
with a million nines…. cause my mind is on pushin weight and
dicking
dimes and your mind revolves on sippin three
dollar bottles of wine