Chuch

It came at a price The way that I play, this shit that makes you feel nice Tonight's that lights The sparkling lights, the curves that got the nerve right To change your mind, to reach in and find A space down inside that is just mine's And crack that whip, and flash and glitz, and mash and dri? and cash out And claim me a slice The feelings, the ice, the hotter over my dice We watch the stars, to find out how far we got to go to get ours You on my mind, I put it on the line Now relax and lemme touch your diamonds And crack that whip, and flat out wit And blast that shit, blast that Heat up the grease Pull out the 'lacs and the straps and the minks Heat up the kinks Shine out the links and pour out the drinks Ever since the ships came We kicked slick game, make name and staked the claim And never ever ever tame And stay way fresher than the oppressor, we call that Survival With Style x4 And every time we move, we do it Straight up And all the beat we bump is a gun Straight up The devil ?? let the party run Straight up Instead go get the fun we Straight up The street the beat the heat we Straight up Everything high come down Straight up Stars the head, on the ground Straight up Bent down then we push it out Straight up, up, up It's the renegade MC Pump heat off that corner up that nose Give a shit about your pop charts Lead to the beat, clowns with your pop chart flows Got game and secret names and ghetto fame, y'all changing ranks When I pop off the style & slang and make you change, won't mean a fucking thing You bought your titles and your write-ups and your [?] I got my flirt on in a thousand dollar shirt and told your little bitch to let me know She smiled, I styled, I'm wild I live out loud, I'm proud Black beast wear yellow sneaks and pink shirts they stand out in the crowd When the wind blew, you been too The changing times [?] A straight [?] to the top of my mind into a new rhyme nigga that's what a true pimp do Your rap's a corporation, a soft drink nigga, what can y'all tell us? This for all the chicks and fellas in the hoods y'alls barrios and favelas Nah really, what's up with this bullshit that they be tryn'a sell us What the fuck we look like, corny ass niggas eating jello in a crowd at an open mic? Hell to the nah, intelligent relevant Live survivors they wanna hear something elegant You reheated your beats and rhymes so many time niggas that why I climb hella quick