[Chorus: + (Chino XL)] Girl that's a fly nigga (I you so) Daddy up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so) Lyrically he crucifies (Yo, I told you so) here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Yo, check it out) Girl that's a fly (Yeah, I told you so) Daddy come up the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so) Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Bust it, I you so) here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo)
XL] Multiplicty, out huntin my Rap's out more sweet proteges than Quincy Jones My style shoes: never touched the ground My IQ so high it ain't no number it's a I'm Jim Brown in his day, nigga to tackle I'll leave your hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple I'm so rare, battlin Chino's Africa: Yeah niggaz talk about it but they don't really go there I'm in leather, floored never Create more tracks Brandy and Monica's weaves put together This to if you rhyme like a daughter of mine You like me so much I think my sperm's in your water supply a war to survive I slaughter and mortify Creating a torture guy be forced and And duplicated and I autograph a girl's bra, I want no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois
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XL] On that I love, I attack rap genres.. Fatter Chaka Khan was XL excederin medicine sealed for tamperin Consider me the Master P of God like Kirk 'em shank 'em and burn they skin Blast for laughs at actions Skill is a blessin you cowards could only You an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man like RuPaul Run through y'all leave stiffer than Ken dolls You wanna friction? Play Don and King and.. .. end up gettin like Ving Rhames in "Pulp Fiction" My hot they just might trigger the sprinkler system Like freaks Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missin Now you gonna listen?! Or do I have to you? I'll punch a through your chest and a pound to the man behind you Killin you and the nigga that you like my Dad invented murder I rhyme til it's a torture to me, exhaust like a converter It's sad for me to admit I heard of, you, a fake one There's so many gay they probably me cause I'm the straight one Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga the long hair With Nick Cage in an airplane hoes couldn't +Con Air+
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XL] Yo, yo, you wanna raise up? Now takes bravery I house niggaz like light-skinned-ed Africans durin I crazily, a bomb, military can't disable me So in the cypher I got Lucifer ashamed of me who you proclaim to be, better reconsider Turned on and Goldberg was like "Chino that's a big nigga" I died a thousand deaths to possess skills such as With delivery like where Arabs in-tents/intense Sliding in events riding inside of with tints Been rhyming since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was Better run for the fence, click on all you rats I shoot blindly like I'm Ray Charles with loaded (Shit) The fact is, I'm one of them crazy kids Jesus in the army but I earn my stripes like zebras Without the H.I.V. I'm positive you wanna test I leave rappers confused like homeless on house arrest
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