Death Comes In 3s

[Intro:CHL] CHL Death comes in 3s So let me show you how we do around here man [Verse 1:CHL] I go hard on the mic Like I'm fucking your wife Then look to my phone Like who I'm fucking tonight Rhyming with these dope MCs I ain't Jay-Z Bitch you ain't gon Renegade me So real when I rhyme I commit a crime Lyrical homicide Every time So real when I rhyme I commit a crime Lyrical homicide Every time I had to repeat So you could catch up Spitting like an M16 Will get you wet up Good thing that my mic is bullet proof Cause I'm spitting rapid fire Every time I'm in the booth Cop killing bullets So fuck the PD Run up on me in these New York streets You can't see me So OG that I fathered you maggots I'm a God so when I spit It's considered the Sabbath (Pray to me) [Bridge:CHL] Told y'all mother fuckers we ain't playing JMU2K5 Next up One of the hardest MCs in Virginia We ain't playing fools Big Benz talk to em like [Verse 2:Big Benz] Speak life Or keep walking the grim steps Baby brother doing 3 like a bench press Whole city full of killers And them youngins wilding Cause they want them flying horses and canary diamonds No respect for old timers Cause they past there prime And don't do the church thing They think the pastor slimy Yeah At least they say he is But how they supposed to live With skin exposed to ribs They take yours to make theirs They gotta feed the kids Twisted methods of math Will get them looped fast They beat the block And slow down When the blues past Tell em read a book They'll tell you make a doller We all dogs But big dogs control they own coller Tell em get stock They'll tell you grab blocks They hit the streets with the product Play connect the dots Yeah I blame it on their pops [Bridge: CHL and (Chubby Jag)] Yeah Lets switch it up Go all the way over to the west coast La what up (What happening) Chubby Swag Jag what happening man (You know what it is home) Larsiny Fam you know (Flat top gold chain) Get em [Verse 3:Chubby Jag] I grind for a cause We into making mills I fuck with feigns that need the weed They chasing pills I got a peanut butter Porche With a bacon grill I'm known for fucking nigga dreams up Jason Will Jewelry store We getting chains Forgetting change I'm hot with it Block digits We flipping caine I never snitch I don't even know my niggas name You in a nigga lane Fucking up home You niggas lame I'm from the streets I know exactly how scared he feel New nigga in that spur home Garry Neal I put the white chain on Let the canary chill It's like a nigga stash money up How I bury Millz You looking at the best Better chill nigga For lil mac Show up with the steel nigga For talking out your grill Get you killed nigga And I put money on your head Get you billed nigga Chubby [Outro:CHL] Yeah CHiL Factor