State Prop Boyz

"Clinton Sparks"

[Freeway] Yeah, Freeway, Young Chris

"Get-get-get familiar!"

[Freeway] Holla, uhh

[Verse One: Freeway]

I came to the studio just in time for the song

My rhymes and my dough long, too much for the track

You don't really want me to flow, want me to spit

Bring a 9, two clips to the song (geah!)

Anybody move or I'm cockin it back

And dump a lame in the trunk 'fore the shit get back to cops

Get pulled over in a traffic stop

It might make me nervous to might have to dump again

There he go, puttin guns in his rhymes again

Beard like Bin Lad', clap at the cops, yeah right

Yeah right - but prick get it right

Get it right - way before Bin Laden I been bad

I been had a beard, gettin brains in a Benz Wagon

Block got hot, it was back to the dumps again (woo!)

War with him is bad for your health again

Burners in your grill again, buildin my block!

[Chorus 2X - scratches]

"Them State Prop' boys back in town - uh-oh"

"The, the Roc, the Roc boys back you down"

"Y-you ain't stoppin, uhh - yeah, State Prop-Property"

"Wanna war with the Roc? OKAY!" - "Yes"

[Verse Two: Young Chris]

Fuck with me now catch a fuckin beatdown

Niggaz lame cause the bustas he 'round

Main reason I don't fuck with these clowns

Niggaz sucka-free now, my enemy's sister suckin me down

Yo, maybe a higher than a pound nigga, that's my limit

Got niggaz that care less about the next five minutes

Niggaz wanna start so I guess I'll finish

Cause it's with enough coffins to invest y'all linen

When that shit hit the fan and they know who ran

Call me Grip Hammers, and I'm they go-to man

Before that time they signed that statement quick

Cause it's 99-point-9 reasons to snitch

Now they all just buyin just to sport that shit

Same bullets in the gun since they bought that shit

Nigga my style is unique, thick chick a boutique

After a while, you do Chris, you gotta do Neef

Too deep, soak the bed up, bring the new sheets

Can't be shook, take balloons up every two weeks

New beef, handle that like I do a new beat

All up on top of it like Shaq, bring the new +Heat+

New identity down in Dirty Dirty, new teeth

{?} layin low when it's too steep

Hard dick and bubble gum girls say I'm too cheap

They suckin and fuckin but then I duck within a new freak

Before I met 'em I never knew 'em, I tell 'em "Get lost"

Only time I love 'em is when my dick hard, nigga

Yeah, get familiar haters, get familiar

(Suck my..) Uhh, uhh, yo

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Freeway]

Free' pack intro Tec with a muffler

Ringin on you, busters watch you niggaz bleed (bleed)

He's, makin a killin off

Puttin his life on ProTools to new school

Rap version of Aaron Jones, they herringbones

The Roc chain, the cocaines, they spit game

The gat tucks the gat tuck

Nigga don't get gassed up, might get blast up

It ain't about bein tough, but even in them interviews

Every time you see me get a semi and a TUCK

Niggaz at the label like, "Leave the gat at home

You know them hip-hop cops got it in for you"

They got it in for us, but they ain't bendin us

We gotta clip for us, show 'em what the clip'll do

Do (uhh) holla!

Whatchu thought it's the Roc!

Uh-oh, uhh!

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Cli-Clinton Clinton Sparks

"Get-get-get familiar!"