Street Shit Freestyle

[Chamillionaire]

Nigga always talkin' drama like they want this piece

As soon as I see em' in the streets all they want is peace

It's strange how a piece-maker

Faker turned peace-maker

King Koopa the cocky copy-machine cuz I keep paper

And it's so gangsta, the way the funds stack up

The way I spend it, it get low and it always come back up

My niggaz will come back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up

Rap sucks, act up to rap, and you'll get wrapped up

That tough..nigga will be changin' his tune

When his souls in a hole and they throwin' his chain in a tomb

For the re-came yo explain "Oh, whatever you want poppy"

But one of them clean cock see, the other one gon' watch me

Guess the funs got me

Ridin' in a sun-toppy

Listen the gun's cocky

Hate it? Then come stop me

Sleepin' with the hammers, not sleepin' on no candles

But still..I manage to keep the heat in the pajamas

Police is tryin' to jam us

F-E-Dz tryna red-hand us

Don't have us doin' anything illegal on cameras

Can't grab us, I shoot you the police wouldn't ask

whether I did it cuz my jersey said that I'm back in the past

Uh, 10 years in my Allen I

Dr. Jay is my allibi

Throw 50 at the judge and see how free time that'll buy

And if that don't work nigga it don't matter my

niggaz will show up at the judges house and give that a try

The End, yes the Chamillionaire is raw

Rewind to the last verse and all the images you saw

It's gangsta gutta, I'm not a gangsta but dawg

I did it to prove that I can rap gangsta better then y'all

It's easy to put some words together and talk about ya guns

Talk about how you gon' blast while all ya enemies run

It be the same niggaz talkin' in-direct

That don't never ever won't plex when standin' in-diflesh

Look, don't act dumb nigga the King will come

and bring it on, before ya labeled the Kingdom Come