• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Gutta Gorillaz - Rasaq
• It's a Must - Rasaq
• Dat Boy Freestyle - Rasaq
• Be True 2 It - Rasaq
• I Got Hoes - Rasaq
• Intro (go 2 Sleep) - Rasaq
• Girlfriend - Rasaq
• Drag Em In The River - Rasaq
• Cant Break A Balla - Rasaq
• Birds - Rasaq
• Hood Guy - Rasaq
• Hood Life (8 Miles & Runnin) - Rasaq
• I Got That Gravy - Rasaq
• I'm So Gutter - Rasaq
• Got To Sleep - Rasaq
• Got It On Lock - Rasaq
• Fly Dude I Might Be Freestyle - Rasaq
• Fly As The Sky - Rasaq
• Come To My City - Rasaq
• Ccc Runnin The Game - Rasaq
• Can't Get No Money (i Know What You Want) - Rasaq
• Boppa's All On Ma Jock - Rasaq
• Yall Gonna See - Rasaq
• Who I Be - Rasaq
• Tippin' Slow - Rasaq
• Time 2 Shine - Rasaq
• They Watchin - Rasaq
• They Gonna Hate Us - Rasaq
• The Baddest Click - Rasaq
• Texas Boys - Rasaq
• Swisha In The Air - Rasaq
• Struggle - Rasaq
• Set It Off - Rasaq
• Screamin My Name - Rasaq
• Realest Niggas In It - Rasaq
• Radio Tune In No.2 - Rasaq
• Radio Tune In No.1 - Rasaq
• Pick Up Ya Pace - Rasaq
• MOOD SWING - Rasaq
• Lay It Down - Rasaq
• It's The Color Change - Rasaq
• Megalomania - Risk
• Mind Shock - Risk
• Skid Row - Risk
• Monkey Business - Risk
• Paralysed - Risk
• The Secret Of Our Destiny - Risk
• Pyromanic Man - Risk
• Perfect Kill - Risk
• Dead Or Alive - Risk

Hey...
[Chamillionaire]
Bad is how I kick nigga no way, that little ass pager is so gay
My 2-way way too big to be a 2-way, it's a 4-way
Ask me who the hardest rapper nigga, you know who I'm gon say
I'ma say ay-ay-ay, like JT Money and Sole
Koopa don't pay for the four play, you tell her how much that you gon pay
You must be kin to oranthol, cause you a Simpson like you OJ
OJ throwback no way, the OJ throwback I throw away
Too many niggas dress alike, I ain't trying to be you for the whole day
Look like a 2 Fast 2 Furious clip, on a tow away
It look like I'm riding backwards, rims spinning the wrong way
See that Fake-ob I mean Jacob on your arm, nigga no way
That ain't authentic, we know what it is but I won't say
Wanna know if my pockets fat, and how much do my do' weigh
A question like that, will get a chick kicked through the do' way
I don't give no do' away, get out she gon obey
She gon take the coat from a Lil' Jon song and say, (okaaay)
Gutta gorilla, mayn I ain't no Holly
Wood industry ass nigga no, they don't call me
On the phone like they wanna bone, cause they know prolly
The chick I'm with gotta have a upgrade, and a J-Lo body
My princess cuts why the slugs, look kinda like lightening bugs
Rims double the size of dubs, they standing as high as us
Koopa don't keep a strap scratch that, cause he prolly does
Keep a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs
For a minute, Nappy Roots had a whole movement by being po'
Through that movement I was moving units, they must of been moving slow
True I'm on the radio, but I prove I'm streeter than Greg
Flip the microphone off the stand, and you'll get beat in the head
(*talking*)
Yeah, my solo album Controversy Sells
Drops in November, on the same day as Paul Wall's
"People's Champ" solo album, Color Changin' Click-clack
[Rasaq]
Aw suckering-suckatash, who's that coming up on that cash
Screens go z-z, when I push a button up on the dash
But a weapon up on my ass, do dirt like what's under grass
Two shirts might have something stashed, you jerk if something flash
You move if something blast, you hurt and on your ass
You cursing when I pass, I'm swerving in a slab
It's Rasaq on the block, in a drop with no top
With a bottle with no top, and a model with no top
And I'm going to the spot, where niggas is losing
Put the clip up to you spit it, and let it rip through your FUBU
Dog I know cats that'll break you, in a kitten caboodle's
In a range for a funeral, for the niggas who knew you
I'm in the hood in the hallway, where there's pissing and doo-doo
And the fiends creeping at night, and come up twitching up to you
I recycle what I see in the hood, and deliver it to you
With niggas is coo-coo, hang with a few loose screws
Or when I'm flipping in hoo-doo's, sitting on two-two's
Listening to new Screw, jewelry is glistening and too blue
And I'm chilling with your new boo, I ain't forced her in the whip
Got her talking so much, I told her to put a cork in it
Like Sammy Sosa's bat, leave your mammy with a swollen back
These tracks on a broke mattress, a couple of bones is cracked
And I'm gone no coming back, no hugging no rubbing backs
I'm thugging and loving stacks, nigga how you loving that
I bring it to you

Rasaq]
Whew
When it comes to makin' dough, who gon stop it
If money had arms and sockets, it climb in my pocket
It's Rasaq back on the block, back in the drop
Watch ya good hop back on my jock, uh uh
I'll make slugs, hop back in the gat
When it click clack, nigga hop back on ya back
If ands or buts, no tricks tramps or sluts
Just princess cuts, from the wrist and up
I get the bucks like, it's a must
Yep, I pick up chicks, in them pick up trucks
Syke, I sit in whips, and dismiss sluts
N less she cute, and got a big thick butt
You better off with a one minute man
If you think for one minute, you gon get some money mam
It's Rasaq, they call me consamity sam
Put the chopper in the air, it go blamity blam
And the ladies call me, the family man
'cause I got a sedan, the size of a family's fan
I ride like a toddler
I sit low on them big wheels, but no my car is much larger
And it make ya garage look a lot smaller
It's like tryna feed a soda machine a silver dollar
Chickens folla, will I holla
Nope, not today not tomorrow
Go to the bank, but it's not to borrow
It's to feed my wallet bread, open swallow
I'm so cold I could see my own breath
So far ahead of myself, I can see my own death
Drank wit the right, shake dice wit the left
When two wrongs don't make a right, like claudet and wyclef
Haha get it, two wrongs don't make a right
But it took too long, to make ya wife look at the ice
Goods hop around, on pogo sticks
Just to get wit the color changin' logo click
She wanna sit, in the lolo whip

[talking:]
It's that boy, it's that boy mayn
Yeah it's that boy, it's that boy mayn
Yeah it's that boy, it's that boy
It's that boy it's that boy, it's that boy
[Rasaq:]
Gripping on the pine, slowly recline
No nine to your head, but I still blow your mind
Mouth full of glass, holding a stash
Brown on my side, looking swoll in the ass
Bitch show me the grass, you could show me the cash
Fifty lil' niggaz in the club, acting bad
Boys for the fo', all hustle for the do'
You see a yella, better tell her bust it on the flo'
Boys still twisting on the blunt, full of dro
All tatted up, and we don't stunt no mo'
Way too fly boy, way too fresh
If it's less than the best, then it's way too less
Redbone shaking, still popping in that dress
Playas getting chose, better stop it with that plex
I ain't popping off the tech, I'm making pockets stretch
Open up the do', hop into the Lex
Boys looking funny, with them rocks around they neck
They ain't even real, better get your collar checked
It's Rasaq mayn, I'm flyer than a plane
Pullet out my wallet, told em charge it to the game
Naw we don't want the fame, nigga we just want the change
Walk inside the mall, with my jeans on hang
If I'm in the toy, then the screens gon hang
Playing with my cream, then my team gon bang
Shades on my face, you can' tell if I'm deranged
Green in my brain, and it got me feeling strange
Homie it's the boy, you might know me by my name
Come in the lane, in the wide body frame yeah
[talking:]
Ay what it do, my nigga 50/50 Twin
My nigga Money Green, my nigga Waynehead
My nigga Big Roy, Jocky Johnnie Voo
You know I'm saying, Cool Rod
Lil' E, ay man I'm bout to fall in for another taper mayn
Say dog, be on the lookout for that Glad Bag Money
You know I'm saying, that's me and 50/50 Twin

(*talking*)
Ghetto Status mayn, yeah
Koopa, know I'm talking bout
An underground soldier baby
Military mayn, hey
[Chamillionaire]
230 thousand dollas not a lot to Rasaq, get out your clock
And time how long it take em, to finish building my spot
I'm the hottest the South has got, if you think Chamillion is not
Swallow the key and throw it out, and just make sure your mouth is locked
Some look up to Pac, and some look up to The Rock
But short is something I'm not, so I don't look up a lot
You wearing a Jacob watch, and fronting like they were rocks
When the Mix Tap Messiah drops, that B-S is finna stop
I'm not gon knock a nigga, for trying to look like he doing it
Be true to it, if you say you doing it and ain't doing it
Then you will get exposed, you know that I'm gonna ruin it
It's foolishness, sip your Hypnotic I hope you cool with it
I'ma expose your cheap, thirty dolla bottle ass niggaz
No brain in your head, cause your head hollow ass niggaz
All you watching TV, I wanna date a model ass niggaz
I wanna go buy a more expensive bottle, than Jigga's ass niggaz
Yep, the tool is kept
But we can take off the gloves, and we can do to death
Don't get it mixed up, my chips up I'm glued to checks
Don't get it switched up with the chicks, cause I'm smooth as Heff
Yep and it ain't nothing better, than money and hoes
Ok I lied about one of those, and one of em's hoes
Two different types of green, yep then one of em grows
Ok both of em grow, but for me it's money from shows, yep
It's the King, Koopa
Hey, hey, hey
[Lew Hawk]
I need a six foot dime, that's gon ride for me
The type of broad if it's heat, she gon lie for me
Stash cake for me, when it's HPD
On my trail trying to see, how the crew get down
22's on the Coupe, that's how the crew get down
Uptown, that's where them niggaz play with K's and tech's
And dump your body in them streets, if it's disrespect
Different sets on channel six, keep these hoochies wet
Different sets of hollow tips, keep these niggaz in check
I make checks from killa flows, that I spit on tour
Coming straight from the heart, from the pain I endure
Locked up in a cage, with no sun for days
Better play them street smart, and try to duck dark days
They say, that sixty grams'll get you two for six
The sixty grams in my clip, can get your wrist on lit
Bracelets with them karats, sparkling nice
Looking like you stuck your fist, in a block of ice
But take advice from a hustla, the cops is sick
I pop a snitch, it's niggaz on the block that snitch
I'm trying to get rich, by shaking all that white in the mix
I stay in the mix hitting licks, cause my grinding to fix
Better fix your frame without, when you speaking on us
It's the triple C Click, and they can't fuck with us
Uh, Lew Hawk, uh
[Rasaq]
It's the young Hooligan, who could fool with him
I kill beats on they two, like this is a pen
Don't make me click-clack, and reload again
Leave your ears are opening, the size of rolling rims
Mouth full of ammo, the black Rambo
Do they want me to spit for em, Cham (man, no)
And your man know, I can go off like a bomb in a land so
Watch where you stand, oh
Judging how the hand glow, if I let the hand slow
The sun will pack in gold, they know
Matter of fact, the flow is so damn hot
I gotta come out the throwback, Ast-ro
Chickens happen to know, how we rap at the show
That's why they the first to come, and the last to go
She the first to come, you the last to know

[50 Cent Insert]
She so fine, shorty she so fine
Shorty she so fine, shorty shorty she so fine
She look good, she look good, she look good, she look good
[Hook - Chamillionaire (Rasaq)]
I got hoes, I got so many hoes (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa)
Callin' on my phone, nah they won't leave me alone (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa)
Brown-skin, red-bone, yellow bone (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa)
Comin' to my home, they scream and they moan (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa)
(repeat 2x)
[Rasaq]
I got so many hoes, they scream and they moan
They see me on that chrome, no they won't leave me alone
They hit me on my celli', I got yella's lookin' gritty
Knock em' down with the KY Jelly, tat my name up on they belly (Da-Da-Damn Homie!)
I'm slidin' on Parelli's, choppin' the block up like confetti
Candy paint, thick and heavy, got more mack then Makaveli
If she jazzy or she sexy, or spanish or speakin' plenty
Bet she gettin' in my Chevy, turnin' my head into spaghetti
I'm ready, change my telli's, screens on watchin' R.Kelly
Candy paint same color as jelly, cuttin' the block up like machete
Tippin' chans up in my belly, while I'm grindin' gettin' my 'fetti
Deuce-Fours under my Corvetti, swangin' and grippin' the wheel steady
Courvosei' mixed with my Henni', big faces on top of my twenty's
Never had no use for no pennies, all about my dollars and Benji's
Haters lookin' envy, bought my girl Prada and Fendi
Piece and chain cost me bout 10 G's, white-t's and no Pelle Pelle
Diamonds in my Benzeli', I don' hollered at Halle Berry
Knocked her down and popped that cherry
Man-Man, yall boys is scary hold up..hold up baby
[50 Cent Insert]
Shorty she so fine, shorty she so fine
Shorty she so fine, shorty she so fine
[Hook - Chamillionaire]
I got hoes, I got so many hoes
Callin' on my phone, nah they won't leave me alone
Brown-skin, red-bone, yellow bone
Comin' to my home, they scream and they moan

[Rasaq: talking]
Ghetto Status, G-g-ghetto Status
Rasaq on the block
G-g-ghetto Status
Ghetto Status baby
Post up, G-g-ghetto Status
G-g-ghetto Status (ye, ye)
[Rasaq]
Ay, I come through in the big black lac
Swangers on the side i'm flippin the back
Matta of fact, it's a fitro crack
It'll hit like a bat, put a rip in ya back
Flippin' stacks, flips n gats
Throwback jerseys mix n match
Throwback verses spit the track
Straight out the dome like fitted caps
Spittin raps, get this cash
Spend this dough, get it back
Get ya hoe, get her smashed
Gettin a slap n send her back
With a bended back, to the friendly cat
Who's showin' love and excepts her back
While I knock her off n I won't spend jack
Imma ghetto status wit a metals back
N this yellow crack n a fellow act
Like I won't react like a do-key gats
And I Won't be back (back, back, back)
[Chamillionaire: talking]
Yeah Chamillionaire and Rasaq, Ghetto Staus
Get ya weight up, get ya heart right mayne
We bout to get this money
Hey Rasaq you wit me?, let's go
[Chamillionaire]
I'm thinkin' ridin' twinkie spokes
Thinkin' thoed, think we broke?, I'm thinkin' nope
Rankie ropes, my niggaz blowin' stanky smoke
Little kids sayin' ay he dope
I ain't gonna lie ya mami knows
She ready to drop her pantie hos
Take em off and hand me those
Bought me kicks and some clothes
Look sexy in platinum, hansome in gold
Watch how high you handle me do
Handle the fo, the cannon will blow
Gamble for dough, stackin them hoes
Mackin them hoes, they watchin' Rasaq
They boppin Rasaq, at first they was takin' me for granted before

[Hook- Chamillionaire X3]
Your girlfriend, in a suburban
She's tryna pretend, that's she a virgin
She told her boyfriend, she was with her friend
But I'm for certain, that I ain't workin'
*I'm in person, to see her flirtin'
Suckin' n slirpin, and showin' her skin
And now her boyfriend, cussin' n cursin
But I'm alertin, That I will hurt him*
*Only said the third time the hook is sung*
King Koookoookooopa
Koookoookooopa
Koopa Koookoookooopa
Koookoookooopa (keep repeating koopa)
Ay mayne, this ghetto status mayne
Gotta keep it gutta mayne
Koookoookooopa
I ain't gonna rap on this, but I know somebody else that might
[Lil Boo]
Like mud in my blood, judge got me in probation
Purple in my koolaid, drank cases what I'm facin'
Mama say I gotta wait for drivers education
But I hit the dealership, 'cause lil boo is not patient
Thirteen years old, stay hoppin' outta vogues
Catch me at adult shows, puttin' up on yellow hoes
Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho
Smile when my trunk open, frown when my trunk close
Freeway call n tell ya sister that shes fine
Beyonce on the phone, salange on the other line
I gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. till nine
After that it's lil kim n sprite can up on my mind
Throwback jerseys, hypnotic thats old
Color changin click dresses, thats the only dress code
Nike sign lebron, nike me I was supposed to
But I already got those lebron james, up on my toes
It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne
It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne
It's lil boo mayne, hold up
[Lil Boo- talking]
Hold up foo
Call these bois mayne, these concepters out here mayne
They see us grindin', tryna make this paper
This is ghetto status mayne
Don't put me on this funny beats no mo
Come on, tear up the mic uh
[Rasaq]
Lay it down, lay it down
Ya pins lay it down
Lay 'em down, lay 'em down
The pad lay 'em down
Lay it down, lay it down
Ya mic lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
Ya foos lay it down
'cause I'm hear, rappin' in ya right ears
Spittin' in ya left side
This is down south, I ain't worried bout the west side
Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them haters keep close
They say my skills is makin' progress
Plus I'm wearin' ice religously so I tell 'em god bless
Niggaz comin' out soft, like maple car stressed
And I'm (Breathing) like a dogs breath
And I ain't even harness, my full is potential
But for some reason, I feel bullet proof on instrumentals
And so does chamillion, is it coincidental?
Freestyle off the dome, forget a freakin' pencil
I don't care what ya bin through, this the takover
Send ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late make over
When the days over
I'm wit ya good drankin', and she clingin' to my nuts
now that's what I call a hang over
Game over, spit fire like a flame thrower
the man is colder, than a damn can of soda
Haha, I'm outta ya league like sammy sosa

[Pimp C Insert]
I'm the trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake
[Chamillionaire - Talking] (Pimp-C)
Chamillitary man..(I'm the trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake)
Know what I'm talkin' bout..It's Color Changin' Click clack and uhh (I'm the
trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake)
Tuned in to the Mixtape Messiah, know what I'm talkin' bout, (I'm the
trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake)
but uhh, we got somebody else who wanna say sumthin' (I'm the trillest of the
trill..You the fakest of the fake)
Somebody who feel the same way, niggaz gotta serious problem know what I'm
talkin' bout?
(I'm the trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake)
It's Rasaq boy!
[Chorus - Rasaq]
I'ma drag em' in the river, drop his body in the bay
With a note around his throat and you know what it say (It's Rasaq Boy)
Ohh! you want some..you's a hoe Dike Jones
You's a hoe Dike Jones, you's a hoe
From the 4 and I don't give a shit
Color Changin' Click in this bitch represent who you with
[Verse - Rasaq]
I'm on 4's, suicide doors
Searchin' through the city for this hoe Dike Jones (where they at?)
Take a shot of drank, just to get me in the zone (in the zone) I know you see me comin' better strap up ya thong (strap up ya thong)
I heard you bumpin' gums, so you better get gone
Don't let this pistol handle come on top of yo dome (yo dome)
Ridin' 2 tone, grippin' styrofoam
It's the boy Rasaq puttin' it down for Akers Home (wussup baby)
Niggaz know ya fraud, don't make me pull ya card
Tryna play it hard, but I caught ya off guard
They say we fell off, what they didn't tell yall
To get a meal all I need to do was make a cell call
They say we fell off, what they didn't tell yall
To get a meal all I need to do was make a cell call
[Chorus - Rasaq]
I'ma drag em' in the river, drop his body in the bay
With a note around his throat and you know what it say
Ohh! you want some..you's a hoe Dike Jones
You's a hoe Dike Jones, you's a hoe
From the 4 and I don't give a shit
Color Changin' Click in this bitch represent who you with
[Pimp C Insert]
I'm the trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake
I'm the trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake
I'm the trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake -
I ride with made niggaz them choppin' on blades niggaz

[Rasaq]
Candy drip, on the cherry droppa
Seat reclinin, I lift the top up
He's fines, for starin' boppers
Feet shine, when I hit the block up
Hit ya daughter, have her walkin' awkward
Magik Stick, like harry potter
Speak in her ear, and I brealy got her
Roc's on the chain, like aqua water
Ya baby mama, wanna holla
Make her swallow, then take my dollas
Sorry good, can't take my dollas
Sorry good, can't break a balla
You can't be my baby mama
I can't be your baby's papa
Sayin' Imma lazy father
Don't make situations harder
Gimme brain, it'll make me smarter
Take the offer, that's my advice
Going once going twice, showed to the yellow on my right
All I need is vocal pipes, and chicken head not a hopeful wife
A nigga like me, stackin' dough for life
A nigga like me, in frozen ice
Air force ones on my toes is white
In a red low lac, in a red throw back
Both arms n my legs don't tatch
Du rag on my head, no hat

Ay, I pull birds my nigga
I'm pullin' birds
I'm pullin' birds my nigga
I love birds birds birds birds
Birds
[Rasaq]
And I'm talkin' bout the goods
The ones that come in hurds, when I pull up to the curb
Birds, I might let her sip some syrup
Girl don't ya know, it's good for ya hips and curves
Birds, and I ain't talkin' bout the kind that chirp
It's the kind that's gettin' on a niggaz nerves
Birds, and I ain't talkin' bout the drugs
It's the kind that show me love, 'cause I'm rollin' on dubs
Birds, some in the hood, some in the burbs
Some talk country, some use proper words
I get em, I hit em, I dismiss 'em
Don't hug em, don't love em, I don't kiss 'em
She love em, she hug em, she don't listen
The jewelz glisten, call me an adittion
'cause if ya look around my sleeve, you might see two pigeons
I flip em, then flick em, don't trick 'em
Just trick em, she wishin', she wit 'em
She wishin', she get em, she pissed n she trippin
He spittin', he flippin', no trickin, no spendin, no dissin'
Just send her back home, with a bent back bone
Skirt the last gone, and then I'm back home
Lookin' for mo to mack on, lights camera action
I love birds birds birds birds
I love birds birds birds birds

[Rasaq]
Ay, ay
I'm not a good guy, Imma hood guy
Get ya hair cooked fry, chook pie
Good bye, and if I rap that besides the point
Bout to take a nine and point, put a slug beside ya joint
The size of a coin, inside of ya groin
Have that boi on the ground, tryna find his loins
And boing, we bouncin' like the bunny hop
Twenties hop, niggaz stay lookin' money drops
I got a mondays watch, tuesdays bracelet
And the list goes all the way to sunday, biotch
Million dolla man like ten divionte
Get head from beyonce, my bread is my fioncay
And I told her I don't got jiggas dollas
But I'm that nigga holla, take this dick n swallow
Ay, no disrespect little mama
But this is my persauna, make brauds pause like
I come to a comma
Make lost paws when they come to the corner
The block so hot, it's like they come to a sauna
Nigga, ay I'm from where the niggaz crawl to get out
Through the balla get out, row six six tall to get out
Go to jail, and collect call to get out
Fight they way out, till they arms will get out
Nigga, ay ay pass me any beat
My flow is like a hood rat, I'm nasty in these streets
Glassy in these teeth, lookin' flashy on this beat
I'm graspin' on the heat, ay catch me on the creep
In the car top down, like it's showin' it's clevige
I'm married to my foreign, but noone believes it

[Hook: Rasaq]
Ohh ohh
This is the life for me, it feels so right for me
Theres no other kinda life for me, so slip n slide wit me
Come ride wit me, nigga.. it's the hooood life
[Verse One: Rasaq]
Say hello to the hood life, good night to the good life
A hoodie and a good white, shirt 'll make you look right
Mama don't cook right, that's why niggaz don't look right
They on the block wit them roc's, only wanna cook white
Played by the book syke, niggaz kinda crook like
Fiends almost just like, movin' kinda rush like
Bustas mostly roll dice, gun fights on most nights
Papa don't get his dough right, he might end up wit no lights
And often in this age, we feel like dogs in a cage
Go off in a rage, and get lost in our ways
Some more honest will pay, but some walk astray
To sellin' weed to pills, to often to yay
Gotta watch what you say, gotta watch how you behave
Cuz nigga I promise you, that you ain't promised today
Up in the coffin to lay, wit a cross at ya grave
With a shot in ya brain, and that's all for today
[Hook: Rasaq]
Ohh ohh
This is the life for me, it feels so right for me
Theres no other kinda life for me, so slip n slide wit me
Come ride wit me, nigga.. it's the hooood life
[Rasaq: talking over hook]
Rasaq on the block, ye ye
[Verse Two: Rasaq]
Mamas on welfare, kinfolks in a wheel chair
Papas gettin' grey hairs, searchin' for some health care
My niece playin' with food stamps, try not be a nusanse
Tryna tie these glusands, while puttin' in my two cents
Tryna make two cents into a million, wit a new lex
And a duplex, nigga all I need is a blueprint
And niggaz know the rules, not the kind that the government choose
The kind in church, that you hum in the pues
No a nigga won't taddle, he rather have you rip his adams apple
Than run his trap, and let his little lips baffle
Livin' in the hoods a battle, hustlin's a hastle
Bulidin' up ya empire, hopin' they don't come crush ya castle
And thugs love to blast you
And that's not all ya own girl, is addicted to some colorful capsels
While niggaz luck less, I search for success
This work is such stress, it hurts I love rest
And my heart is full of stone, it get's me off in the zone
Till my poverty is gone, and I'm on top of the throne
And it's awful alone, when to talk to on the phone
Or in the drop on some chrome, headed off to my home, nigga
[Hook: Rasaq]
Ohh ohh
This is the life for me, it feels so right for me
Theres no other kinda life for me, so slip n slide wit me
Come ride wit me, nigga.. it's the hooood life
Rasaq on the block baby, whew

[Rasaq Talking:]
You Know What Im Saying I See Yall Boys Looking At Me Dog, But You Can't Be Mad At Me Mayne Be Mad At The Game Just Cause A Nigga Doing Good
You Know What Im Saying Get Off Your Ass Boy Yeah If You Like Me That's What You Do A Royal Green Boy
[Hook:]
What They Talking Bout I Know That They Be Hating Baby
The Game Is Good To Me And It's All Gravy Baby
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby Aye
Boys Boys Talkin Talking Down And I Know They Hate Me
The Game Is Good To Me And It's All Gravy Gravy
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
It's Rasaq boy
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby Aye
(Rasaq:)
It's Green In My Hand Playboy It's Not That Kryptonite (It's Not That Kryptonite)
Im So Throwed Little Homey Finna Sip tonight (Im Finna Sip Tonight)
I Wearing Blue Diamonds Looking Like A Crip Tonight
Boys Know I Be Ripping Right I Bring The Heat Like I'm Whipping White Boys Know I Be Rippin Right I Bring The Heat Like Im Whipping White
Going Off The Dome Know Homie I Didn't Write
I'm From The Tex You Could Come Check And See How The Rest Off Yall Niggas Bite
What You Heard About Sipping Sprite Mixed In The Syrup In The Fridge With Ice
Grill In My Mouth When It Hit The Lights And VS1's When It Hit Ya Sight
Niggas Think Im Nice If You Think I Isn't Tight
Then I Bet You Niggas Right Cause I Don't Like To Spit The Mic
If You From Out Of Town Im a Say A Different Price
And The Price Will Never Slice Hustle Hard To Live My Life
The Game Is Good To Me That's Why They Hate Me Baby
Go Get A Mercedes Maybe You Could Chill Stop Acting Shady
Put It On The Pedal I Know You See Me Coming
24 Inch Rims Im Hulling Came Out The Slums And Know I'm Stunting
[Hook:]
What They Talking Bout I Know That They Be Hating Baby
The Game Is Good To Me And It's All Gravy Baby
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby Aye
Boys Boys Talkin Talkng Down On Me And I Know They Hate Me
The Game Is Good To Me And It's All Gravy Baby
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
It's Rasaq boy
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby Aye
[Rasaq:]
The Game Is Gravy Mayne Im In The Latest Thing
Ladies Love To Say My Name Put They Tongue Up On The Brain
Haters Mad But It's A Shame Wanna Run Up Try To Jack My Chain
But You Know Me I Go To The Beat Then Come Back With That Thing And Bang
Yeah I Got Good Aim Niggas No I Aint Know Lame
Black On Black Up On My Slab Black Tint On My Window Pane (Window Pane)
If You Been The Same Nigga It Aint Never Change
Then I really Feel Your Pain Make That Money Come Like Rain (Ching Ching)
Im Bout This Money Man I Tied them Hoes In Rubber Bands
Im Pulling Grams Of That Green They Call Me Money Gram (Get It)
I Need A Hundred Grand I Need Another
Scam
If You With It Then I'm With It Boy What's The Plan
[Hook:]
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got I Got That Gravy Baby
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby

[Hook- Rasaq]
I ain't never gon change, I'm so gutter
My jeans always gonna hang, I'm so gutter
See me rollin' on them swangs, I'm so gutter
See me grippin' on that grain, I'm so gutter
I lay back on that butter, I'm so gutter
I stay back in the gutter, I'm so gutter
See me flashin' them roc's, I'm so gutter
Nigga, It's Rasaq on the block
[Verse One- Rasaq]
Ay, I was birthed, from the mud and the dirt
Rose from under the earth, and whiped and dust from my shirt
And occupied the place, in the most ruggedest turf
When niggaz don't got jobs, but they know how to pitch that work
And bein' a hard head, will get you hurt
Niggaz is wet up, and can't wait to let that pistol jerk
Nigga Imma seed, in a garden full of weeds
Murderous thugs n thiefs, make it hard to breathe
And though I blossom by the street, the hood as a higher mount of heat
And it's shortly startin' to wither my leaves
A little boi big in my jeans, livin' my dreams
One day this rap music, gon make me live like a king
But for now I live by them fiends, spit rhymes n sing
Till I'm able to best average ditched in my seems, nigga
[Hook] (Rasaq talking over hook)
I'm so gutter, lalala
I'm so gutter, lalala
I'm so gutter, lalala
I'm so gutter, lalala
I'm so gutter, I ain't never gon change
I'm so gutter, lalala
I'm so gutter, lalala
I'm so gutter, dadadadadadada
[Verse Two- Rasaq]
They got me figured out, no passion no pain
All that flasin' n braggin, make this rappin' so lame
Perhaps his raps, have a lack of no aim
Perhaps when he raps, and he brags on his chain
That infact when he raps, that he acts wit no brain
But infact, it's a fact the cash is his aim
Fans blame the rap game, and attack at his name
But no action get's no game, no rappin' get no change
Would they, rather I slang, while packin' them thangs
Passin' the cocane, lettin' it pass in they veins
I'm not askin' in vane, or goin' back against the grain

[Rasaq - talking]
Ghetto Status, G-g-ghetto Status
Rasaq on the block
G-g-ghetto Status
Ghetto Status baby
Post up, G-g-ghetto Status
G-g-ghetto Status (ye, ye)
[Rasaq]
Ay, I come through in the big black lac
Swangers on the side i'm flippin the back
Matta of fact, it's a fitro crack
It'll hit like a bat, put a rip in ya back
Flippin' stacks, flips n gats
Throwback jerseys mix n match
Throwback verses spit the track
Straight out the dome like fitted caps
Spittin raps, get this cash
Spend this dough, get it back
Get ya hoe, get her smashed
Gettin a slap n send her back
With a bended back, to the friendly cat
Who's showin' love and excepts her back
While I knock her off n I won't spend jack
Imma ghetto status wit a metals back
N this yellow crack n a fellow act
Like I won't react like a do-key gats
And I Won't be back (back, back, back)
[Chamillionaire - talking]
Yeah Chamillionaire and Rasaq, Ghetto Staus
Get ya weight up, get ya heart right mayne
We bout to get this money
Hey Rasaq you wit me?, let's go
[Chamillionaire]
I'm thinkin' ridin' twinkie spokes
Thinkin' thoed, think we broke?, I'm thinkin' nope
Rankie ropes, my niggaz blowin' stanky smoke
Little kids sayin' ay he dope
I ain't gonna lie ya mami knows
She ready to drop her pantie hos
Take em off and hand me those
Bought me kicks and some clothes
Look sexy in platinum, hansome in gold
Watch how high you handle me do
Handle the fo, the cannon will blow
Gamble for dough, stackin them hoes
Mackin them hoes, they watchin' Rasaq
They boppin Rasaq, at first they was takin' me for granted before

[Rasaq]
I'm so ghetto, theres no lights in my house
I don't need to pay the bill, they light up in my mouth
I got teeth, that will make ya demand a reason to watch
Got a facial expression that says you can't be serious
You don't ask questions, you can't be curious
Curiosity killed the cat, click clack blat
For all those who think I'm playin' a game
I got a slug that can't wait, to get aquainted wit ya brain
The heaters pleased to meet you, I know what you thinkin'
'cause the spot where you think and see, is seised
My teeth is see through, when I look in the mirror
I can see my reflection, but it's me times two
My chain is blingin', my drop like a stop light
Red when I stop, when I go it change to kiwi
Ay, ya see me wit a girl in a string bikini
The dang the dingi, the drank is killin' me
And the lane is swingy, screen shot change the tv
Niggaz thank I'm schemin, I'll brang the thingy
Aim and sueeze the trigger, and frame it freely
Ay, you niggaz can't see me
[Lew Hawk]
Look, niggaz better watch they self, every chance they can
'cause I'll snap on a nigga, like the camera man
In the club, when ya holdin' up the camera man
I understand, everythang in life don't go like planned
But I can make a difference, if I stop that plan
I'm fien to throw dubs, on that cream sedan
Betta get naked back, that's more gangsta man
And the hood made me trill, on the time wit the ville
And my heart like steal, 'cause pack on this steal
And I still put in work, 'cause these streets is in me
And when my stomach filthy, Imma make the clip empty
Ya betta empty out ya bag, if ya wanna keep ya life
Make 'em burn to my ashes, 'cause I won't think twice
Think twice, before you ever try to test my muscle
At the age of fourteen, I was bound to hustle
And make moves like a person, way ahead of they time
I'm way ahead of my time, but now I adjust wit time
It's time, to take the south to a whole new era
We got it all covered, like a facial mascera

[talking:]
Yeah, flyest dude I might be yeah ay
The flyest dude I might be, yeah
Ay let me go on brush my shoes off real quick mayn
[Rasaq:]
Wheels spin around, I got kill by the pound
If I turn up my sound, then it drown out the town
I'm thoed with the flow, I can clown with the nines
Blow green to the ceiling, come down to the ground
Is everybody thoed, or is it just me
I'm as fly as the sky, hell yeah I must be
Keeping G bundles, that's my mindframe
Karats in my chain, if you thinking I'm lame
Nigga what is my name, Rasaq to the Mayn
Then to the Boy, cause you know that's my saying
Skills I'm displaying, but the boy still playing
Pull me a yella, high hell Himalayan
Got them pills if you paying, nigga I'm just saying
Hollad at the Wayne, on his cash still weighing
I can shine brighter, when a nigga dark skin
Pull up all silver, in the back of Shark Fin
We don't step out, naw we just park in
Spark in the parking lot, hit the bar for the Henn
With 50/50 Twin, we with fifty thicky friends
I'm talking dime piece, I ain't talking fifty men
Nigga I'm flyer, than the feathers on a hen
Partna it's my turn, so I'm finna set the trend
Gritty cause I want it, so I'm finna cop a Benz
Homie stop playing, hollows cave your chest in
Better wear your vest in, or you gon learn your lesson
I ain't even worried, bout these boys plexing
Pants in the crease, got the starch pressed in
Putting buttons on my rims, like I went and dressed them
Boy who the thoedest, dumb question
I be stretched in a suite, at the Best Western
Boys plexing, but I'm a fly dude
Even when I'm not capping, man I still sound rude
Shoes brand new, and my money new too
Hit the bar for the rounds, bout ten then we through
Playa I should pull, you should try to pull too
Cause if I pull two, two for me and none for you
Hoes on my jock, till they sticking like glue
Hyper light lens, I'ma pull up on blue
I can't even lie, fool I know I'm so cool
Cause when I step out, all the ladies going ooh ooh
[talking:]
Hol' up mayn yeah, we back in effect you know I'm saying
Royal Green boy, you wanna reach the Royal Green
Call 713-454-4881, and also 832-279-1270 mayn
It's going down, in a major way boy

Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a
Yellow band, excuse me Cham, please give me the time again
Diamonds so large, the minute hand ain't got no time for them
Damn, how you supposed to see the time when them
M&M;, sized diamonds lay right beside the hand
Chamilll, Rasaq and Lil Wayne make a nigga feel ashamed
Trying to hide the bling in the middle of your little chain
In the drain, down it go, say they love the sound of those
Chamilltary boys, we the ill est boys around here hoe
Flyer than a bird yes but your correct if your guess
Is that the eagle gonna hurt when aiming at your bird chest
Pow, forget your feelings, I could care less
Leave you where I leave you, you can see ya in the turbulence
Girl do yourself a favor and don't say I gotta to pay ya
Give a favor to a playa and just pass it to my neighbor
And when you're finished could you tell your friend to flavor
'Cause the king ain't gonna savor, just gonna save that ass for later
Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a
Mayne I'm fly as a plane, me and Lil Wayne
Spitting game, get your girl weezy like his name
We don't have to say a thing 'cause the chain can explain
First they look at the piece then they look at the rang
I'm fly as a pelican, ice on my skeleton
On a Sunday morning, I stay sharper than a reverend
Candy on my doors, looking something like gelatin
Syrup in my cup but I ain't talking 'bout medicine
I'm cold as an Eskimo, throwed from my head to toe
The white tee fresh but it starts in my denims though
Yeah and if I pull down my fly, I could piss on the sky
'Cause nigga I'm that high
I pulled up in Heaven up in the candy painted ride
And I gave Jesus five and I'm still alive
Even though I know them haters wish I would die
Even in they day dreams, I'ma still stay fly boy
Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a, yeah I think you heard me
They call me Bird man Junior, I'm flyer than the rest
I'm trying to get a couple cool pigeons to the nest
And if you look at how the jewels glisten on my chest
Then you will be impressed and yes that's VS
Fly boy to death, I used to only fly
First class on every plane 'til I bought a jet
I'm on the runway, let down the steps
Open the phantom door and light up the cess
I smoke the best, Chamillion come get me
From University of Houston after I pass my test
Swisha lays for sure, it'll come your nerves
So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world
Yeah and I'm strapped for the turbulence
Pow, now you up here with me in a cloud
(Chea)
They call me weezy baby, the son of a stunner
Bitch, I'm flyer than a motherfucker, ya know
Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a
Poster child to the pop trunk, I pop it up and let it bang
I'm show ya how to rep the city, correctly run the game
Grip tightly on the grain, turn it left and we call it swang
Let me show ya how to make the baddest ladies scream your name
I'll put that boy J Junior in the future of a body bag
I'm trying to quote that bad body like a boxing bag
Trying to get below the belt and beat it like a boxing jab
Hit it then I quit it like I dropped out of a boxing class
Know how we doing it, we been chopped and screwing it
Coming to get that number one spot you got like Ludacris
We don't be acting groupieish taking a sip out Luda's Cris
We buy our own bottles, grab one and put it to your lips
Hating on your hood, throw your hood up, put it in his face
Repping Texas, got that real estate down in that realest state
Didn't need a bigger place, didn't need a bigger face
On my watch but forgot and went a got them both a place

[Hook:]
Player Come To My City You Gone See Me On Top
Cause I Grind All Day And All Night None Stop
Ima Do Dirt But I Wont See The Box Cause Im Way To Smart And Got To Much Heart
Hate All You Want You Aint Takin My Spot
Cause I Still Be The Man If The Blades Don't Chop
And If You See Me Shining Boy You Better Know Ya Part Cause Im Way Too Hot And You Know You Not
[Rasaq:]
Ima Grind In My City Till You See Me In A Palace
Im Stacking So Much Cash It's Gettin My Hands Kalis
Im Way Above Average It's Best If You Check My Status
Might Rock A Polo But The Rest Of My Flesh Tatted
All My Yellas Baddest They Steady Be Gettin Maddest
My Celly Be Gettin Hit Up My Fedi Be Gettin Faddest
Boy What's The Matter Never Had A Silver Platter
Just A Little Bit Of Henny When Im Ridin On Adaptors
Seesaw The Chatter I Got The Rater Tater
On The Road To Get Rich Mayn Its Mine Over Matter
Ima Paper Stacka I Aint Nothin Like A Rapper
You More Somethin Like A Actor Reading Out The Second Chapter
Eatin Up These Rappers Lika A Pigeon With A Cracker
When You On The Track You Whacker You Aint Never Been A Factor
I Pressure These Streets But I Aint Never Been A Pastor
Ima Glass Grill Flasher Spinnin Glass Wheels Past Ya
[Hook:]
Player Come To My City You Gone See Me On Top
Cause I Grind All Day And All Night None Stop
Ima Do Dirt But I Wont See The Box Cause Im Way To Smart And Got To Much Heart
Hate All You Want You Aint Takin My Spot
Cause I Still Be The Man If The Blades Don't Chop
And If You See Me Shining Boy You Better Know Ya Part Cause Im Way Too Hot And You Know You Not
[Rasaq:]
The Young Boy Is Back I Never Was Finna Loose It
I Put My Thought In The Music They Said That I Couldn't Do It
I Put My Heart In It That Mean You Should Come With It
Im Done With It Take My Money Then I Run With It
Anybody Got A Quarl Then They Better Come With It
All I Need Is A Beat And Im Done In One Minute
Thoed In The Game Even Thoeder In The Brain
When I Rap In The Booth Man The Flow Is Insane
I Go Against The Grain I Done Seen Too Much Pain
So Im Ready With The Toast And I Aint Talkin Champaign
Boy So Real But Never Did That Change
If I Put Down My Chain You Still Aint In My Range
All These Outer Towners Aint Actin The Same
First They Jack The Flow Now They Jackin Our Slang
Its Alot Of Boys Wanna Take Me Out The Game
But I Let My Nuts Hang Tell Em Its A Southern Thang Mayn
[Hook:]
Player Come To My City You Gone See Me On Top
Cause I Grind All Day And All Night None Stop
Ima Do Dirt But I Wont See The Box Cause Im Way To Smart And Got To Much Heart
Hate All You Want You Aint Takin My Spot
Cause I Still Be The Man If The Blades Don't Chop
And If You See Me Shining Boy You Better Know Ya Part Cause Im Way Too Hot And You Know You Not
[Rasaq:]
I Done Made It To The Top But I Done Started At The Bottom
I Done Had Alot Of Problems But Don't Everybody Got Em
Don't Mine Me Im Just Rappin To The Beat
If You Tryna Jack My Peace Then Ima Go And Get The Heat
Pants In The Crease Bout Two Bills At Lease
Teresa Got Me Lookin Like A Beast On These Streets
You Weak And You Looken Even Weaker On These Streets
Ima Kill Da Beat No The Heat Won't Cease
Cheese On My Teeth And Vanilla On My Seats
Got A Million Dollar Smile Everytime A Nigga Speak
Chain On My Tummy No It's Hangin So Funny
Weatherman In My Grill And He Sayin It's Sunny
Come To My City You Gone See We Bout Dem Dollars
I Be Squattin In Impalas Makin Red Bones Holla
And If She Wanna Follow I Just Give Her Head To Swallow
Kick Her Out The Bed Tomorrow
I Don't Never Ever Call Her
[Hook:]
Player Come To My City You Gone See Me On Top
Cause I Grind All Day And All Night None Stop
Ima Do Dirt But I Wont See The Box Cause Im Way To Smart And Got To Much Heart
Hate All You Want You Aint Takin My Spot
Cause I Still Be The Man If The Blades Don't Chop

(*talking*)
Rasaq on the block yeah yeah
Uh, it's the boy Rasaq, Color Changin' Click-clack
Let's go mayn, uh, uh
[Rasaq]
I got them black dudes feeling me
Cause my hand light up in the sky, like the Statue of Liberty
A tattooed celebrity, but I keep the chopper
That go blacka, I push that through your memory
Half of my enemies, wanna see
Me and my bro shot down, like a family of Kennedy's
Ask who as real as me, it's the C.C.C.
You should see, how happy them yella's be
When they see the car, nicely dropped
With the paint job, that look like a icy pop
Your wifey jock, she like Rasaq
Thick hips, with the tiny top
You could find me propped, in a grimy spot
Soon as the nine is popped, your mind is blocked
Your body start tripping, trying to find the clot
Mommy start tripping, trying to find the watch
She wanna find my knots
But all she get is nut, right behind my crotch
Mommy stop, it's Rasaq
When she see the O's and commas, Pocahontus
Coming out those pajamas, you know this mama
And I'm like a camera, focused on her
By the end of the night, I'ma be poking on her
Cause I know she wanna
Niggas think they running this man
[Hook]
Don't get me started, y'all know who the hardest
Doing your thang, but regardless baby
Color Changing Click, is the name
That's running the game
Get it in your brain nigga, Color Change
Mmmmmm, running the game
Get it in your brain nigga, Color Change
Mmmmmm, we running the game
[Chamillionaire]
Let me give you a couple reasons, we running the game
It's Koopa Chamillionaire, and Koopa mayn
How couldn't I spit a flame with a name, like that name
I spit and it's flammable, you can ignite that mayn
Tired of these industry cats, and pretend to be raps
First they pretend to be this, then pretend to be that
No you lying falsifying, when can we see facts
Your raps would be phat, as soon as you pretend to be wack
That, would be a little closer to the truth
I'ma puke if your group, get any closer to the booth
It's an oxygen booth, where it's suppose to be a roof
Cause the air in my braided hair, when I'm opening the Coupe
Rasaq on the dream team now, him a winner
Anybody got any words for him, I'm finna
Slam your face towards my rim, and spin the spinner
So you can tell your friends, you had spinning rims for dinner
Ha-ha, who the heck is better for
A balling metaphor, or go getting cheddar for
A Coupe with the yellow doors, instead of the yella's drawers
If hating on me is a hobby, go get a better chore
Boy, any nigga that got tension
Send you to de-tenetion, and nigga to not mention
Did I mention, you don't want my attention
Crush you like Bone Crusher, not scared I'm not flinching
Let's see what the ambulance, do for you
Well if y'all two brothers, rap is y'all two footer
Little kids naw lady, every thought's too gutter
Don't get it confused, by the name in the cartoon cover
Got paper, longer than your arm
Just look how the boy flosses, hating that boy tosses
His fist towards your face, to your jaw
It's purple as Paul's chorus, Koopa can just haunt it
[Hook]
[Rasaq]
This is for the down South Dirty, swangas vogues
My Northside niggas, my Southside whoa
I slide on the scene, with a mouth full of golds
I slide on the block, like I'm fresh off parole
Not Destiny's Child, but call me Kelly Rowland
Bright red top, and them Perelli's is rolling
And my fellas is holding, the metal he toting
So fellas, please don't provoke him
Dolla bills folding, chicks wanna hold some
Homegirl better stop fronting, and show something
For all my niggas, dosey-do
Two step around the club, like you throwed from dro
Oh, them haters don't trouble me though
Cause this year, I'm bout to make double the do'
All the girls loving him thoed, they loving the flow
Open the do' they come in and go, oh they loving us so
Maybe cause that tattoo's, maybe
Cause we braided up black dudes, maybe cause we rap too
And flash jewels, where shades when the light coming at you
Ice so cold, I got the flu nigga ah-choo
Why you think, they call me Rasaq
I got Rasaq's on the chain, and Rasaq's on the watch
Coming down the block, niggas think it's the cops
Cause the roof turn red, and blue on the top
When niggas point the lead at you, it goes pop
Acres Home's dead at you, we don't stop
It's Houston a hot town, we got it on lock
Before the c.d. drop, it's already on the block
And them girls, already on the jock
And them rims trilling on them shocks, niggas mouths drop
Looking shocked, my raps thoed my hooks is hot
I'm thoed weather I spit, hooks or not
I took the block, around the world and back
I took homegirl, around the curb and back
Yeah nigga, the birds is back
And I ain't talking bout herb or crack, I'm talking bout Hershey yaps
But I still, love them thick girls
Hair in a bun, rocked up in a thick swirl
Stay down with me, we bout to get rich girl
If you picture fit girl, damn I really miss girl
I leave her on the curb, with her lip curled
Her friend wouldn't shut her up, now she interrupt
Seat bout to fuck her up, pick her up
The seats really love her butt, she think I love her butt
I'm too gutter, for buttercup
I'm in a Coupe counting butter up, man
(*talking*)
Rasaq on the block nigga, uh
Ghetto Sta-uh, Ghetto Status niggas

Chamillionaire.com, this is Ghetto Status...
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
You can't get no money from me, I know that's what you want
But you can't get it from me, don't think about it
Got a lot of do' but I'm cheap, greedy hoes on the creep
Trying to get you asleep, mashing in your wallet
Baby I know ya, wanna get close to
A nigga with most of, these women these voltures
If you think I'm spose to, be tricking my do' for
You, then no girl don't even approach us
[Rasaq]
The chickens wanna find the, nigga behind the
Rims and recliners, seats who's sitting inside you
Already know, but if you need a reminder
You need to go find you, go thinking of cheating behind you
Creeping behind you, giving me the vagina
As long as she ain't a minor nigga, the teeth is gon blind her
The girl see that we shiners, see that we rhymers
Wanna unscrew your nuts, like they teeth is some pliers
They see us on flyers, try to keep up behind us
But them chickens bite the dust, when they squeal from the tire
She like no he didn't, but yes he did it
Checks with digits, larger than your credit limit
My pocket's my wallet, and what's ever in it I'll never spend it
She's never privileged, for my bread or spinach
I just get head a minute, when the chickenhead is finished
I tell her that someone at the do', then I let her get it
If she step out the crib, with one of her toes
I tell her meet the front do', then I Iet her kiss it, get it
Ha ha, Rasaq on the block nigga
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
[Chamillionaire]
And she said she wanna swang on fo's
Swang with me, you can ride but girl you can't
Get no do', no there'll be no tricking this evening

[talking:]
Know I'm saying, we up in this piece dog
I'm fresh out the mall, white T's and all
Ha-ha, yeah it's Rasaq boy yeah
It's Royal Green boy, it's green over here mayn
Ha, let's go mayn
[Hook:]
Boppers all on my jock, boppers all on my jock
Ever since I got these diamonds, boppers all on my jock [x2]
Money wads in my pocket, but I call it a knot [x3]
Got a roof with no top, and I call it a drop
[Rasaq:]
Y'all boys ain't ready, peanut butter in my Cheve
See these niggaz mugging at me, but I'm leaning on em heavy
Pulling out my celly, yellow laying on the belly
Yellow as that nigga Nelly, say she waiting at the telly
Mack 11's in the slab, jamming Makaveli
If you run up man, I'll lay you on your back or belly
Then peel off, tired looking like it's black spaghetti
And you already know, a nigga back to stacking feddy
I stay thoed, even then I'm about my payroll
For this paper, I'd be stiffer than some stayflow
I got a knot in my pants, so they hang low
I'm making moves, and I can't tell you cause you can't know
This a mob movement, playa I'm the boss of it
I'm a leader you a follower, that make us opposite
You the type to talk lip, but never pop a clip
Never seen a metal jacket, never shot a hollow tip
You need to take your tongue, and swallow it
Cause I see through you boy, not a lil' just a lot of bit
I'm getting money, and you bopper sick
Cause they be calling on my phone, and they be saying that the condom ripped
[talking:]
Ha-ha-ha, and that's some bullshit bitch
You know I'm saying, ever since we been doing this Royal Green shit Rasaq
What's up with these hoes man, they been all on our jock man
[Hook]
[Rasaq:]
Boppers all on my jock, rocks all in my watch
Oops down fall my top, now you seeing Rasaq
I can't lie I'm a rider, but don't nobody go liver
I'm crawling like I'm a spider, my paint is wet as saliva
Got the wood on my vinyl, my nigga clicking a lighter
My car so low to the earth, but why it feel like we higher
Got my foot up in the streets, cause for real I'm a grinder
When I step up in my house, I eat my meals off of china
Boy ha-ha yeah, it's Royal Green
Riding behind tint, eyes slanted like Yao Ming
Could it be, because this filly full of green
Or could it be, because this ice up in my ring
Whatever that it is, these boppers on my team
Got a pocket full of green, and a drop on top of things
I handle B-I, so Rasaq on top of things
When I pull up in a drop, I bet I make them boppers scream boy

Uh, Rasaq on the block
[Hook- Rasaq]
Catch me where them ballas be
Dranks in the air for all to see
Ever since a youngin in poverty
It's hard to be
A nigga like me
But y'all gonna see
All I need is god wit me
And my squad wit me
Who come as hard as we
[Verse One- Rasaq]
Not a damn click, nigga we so damn sick
Don't get me and cham pissed
The thing in the hand kicks
Like a horse in a panic
Got damnit, they told me not say it
But I had a chip on my shoulder like dandfruff
And they said my niggaz don't come real enough
But I don't gotta symphyse my life, god built me tough
And trust me nigga, I got steel that'll bust
Maybe you can feel that, if you ain't feelin' us
But if you feel like you real, and you feel like I feel
Then all we show is love, when you dealin' wit us
Holla at me nigga, I got millions to touch
I got a adrenaline rush, to stack paper till
the cealin' is touched
I'll poor ya hipnotic, till they spill in the cup
'cause hypnotize by the wheel on the truck
Hit they head, leave 'em strung outta luck
Without feelin' a buck, they tounge still
out from feelin' my nuts
Leave 'em mill in the dust
My click is gon stay on top, and I can feel it in my gut
We know we the shit, you just feel it in ya butt
[Hook- Rasaq]
Catch me where them ballas be
Dranks in the air for all to see
Ever since a young in poverty
It's hard to be
A nigga like me
But y'all gonna see
All I need is god wit me
And my squad wit me

[Rasaq Talking]Yeah!, It's Rasaq boy (get throwed)
Color Change independent mayne (get throwed)
Color Changin' Click (get throwed),
(get throwed), (get throwed), Yeah nigga!
They don't know who I be
[Chorus - Rasaq]Who I be?, It's Rasaq fool
Big chrome runnin' shoes
5th wheel behind you, big grill in front of you
Who I be? ???
Color Changin' under you
Silver coat under blue, 22's comin' thru
[Rasaq]Call me platinum plus
hoppin' out the cadillac bus
In my low tippin' 4's, like I'm gon' off that tus
got tennis shoes under, my drippin' new hummer
Carrots in my mouth, rocks round as a cucumber
The 2004, color changin' on the doors
Trunk bang and glow like I'm bangin' on ya door
Dripped up and down, leather on my spine
Candy Brougham, look like 2 cars combined
Plasma screens showin' from the front and behind
Headrest, dashboard, I'ma pull us around
The boys on the streets say Rasaq is the answer
'cause the candy Roadmaster, look like a jolly rancher
If I was you, I'd be hatin' me too
'cause I'm sittin' sideways like a playstation 2
Vacation for 2, off the lake in Peru
girls ridin' P.P., private planes when they flew
When they, acheww! excuse me, I had to sneeze
'cause after the breeze is my allergies
Rims blowin' in the wind, I'm sittin' as throw'd as him
Totin' a toast up in the butter that I'm posted in
I'ma plastic surgeon, I'm changin' myself a skin
When the beef is open, all you see is a cobra trim
I take that back, all you see is a gold grin
Big grown men in my mouth when it's frozen
When I ride slab I let the U.S. know
They mistake the foreign for a U.F.O
I never seen that before, my lac is low
Neons on the back 'll glow, that's fa'sho
They call my 4-do the Oprah show
Look in the seats man it's mostly hoes
Squatin' low on 4's, mostly vogues
I'ma slow poke, with spokes and bo's
When I come down, trunk open close
Woman on my hood, posin' dough
Do-bands on my door just to hold the fold
I'ma hog lanes like I stole the road
[Chorus - Rasaq]Who I be?, It's Rasaq fool
Big chrome runnin' shoes
5th wheel behind you, big grill in front of you
Who I be? ???
Color Changin' under you

[Chorus - Rasaq]I'm tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow
tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow
tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow
tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow
[Verse - Rasaq]-Yeah Yeah..
Tippin' slow in my low, 55, 54
TV screens in my do', paint drippin' on the floor
High-cappin' on these hoes
mad that I got my dough
Didn't like me when I was broke, tow-down and po'
Now I'm slidin' on 4's, ridin' on 4's
Crushin' all haters, and all those who oppose
Shinin' up my golds, watch the diamonds glow
The young Napolean straight blindin' all these hoes
(I'm Tippin' Slow) Sittin' in the road
(Tippin' Slow) Sittin' big and bold
(Tippin' Slow) Rose gold chain
(Tippin' Slow) Rose gold rose
(Tippin' Slow) J's on my toes
(Tippin' Slow) Starch in my clothes
(Tippin' Slow) Swangin' lane to lane
(Tippin' Slow) Ya boy actin' throwed
Color Changin' got it sold
forget what you've been told
Suckers don't know, busters don't know
I'm sippin' moet, throwin' up my set
I'm in the Impala, Twin in the Vette
Them haters better get
we holdin' on them tech's
Playa I'm just tippin
I ain't lookin' for no plex
I'm lookin' for some reds
I'm lookin' for some yellas
They better show me love
and then to my fellas
Nigga we better, stop actin' jealous
Do as I do go out and get ya cheddar man.
[Chorus - Rasaq]I'm tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow
tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow
tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow, tippin' slow

[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Easy to see, when you look at me
That I'm a CCC nigga, yeah I rap now
Moving mix tapes, from city to city
But we heard, that them people trying to move it and crack down
Only see fee's, so you could see me
Getting my cheddar together, you know I gotta stack now
Everybody has their time to shine, and now it's mine
So step aside and stand in line
(*talking*)
Hold up man, Color Changin' Click in here mayn
Chamillionaire and Rasaq's, Ghetto Status
You know I'm saying, we gotta get this underground money
Gotta grind, Rasaq the new blood in the Color Changin' Click
And we gon hold it down man, know I'm tal'n bout
[Hook: *chopped*]
[Rasaq]
Wanted in six states, for murdering mix tapes
And ice on my arm, make a nigga feel like his wrist raped
Pass me a melody, my rap is a felony
(they not gon like you) I know nigga, that's just jealousy
If you got hate in your blood, there's no actual remedy
But let me ask you a question, who's making cash them or me
While niggaz running they mouth, sitting up in they house
I'm running my routes thugging it out, putting rocks up in my mouth
Shattered teeth, look like it's covered in glass
My demeanor say I'm ghetto, my mind say I'm upper-class
I'm in the hood, where the guns that go blast
That bust in your ass, some niggaz don't trust God all they trust is cash
I'm where fiends with work, they don't harass you
They just look in your soul, they don't even got to ask you
The cops don't pass you, nah they turn around
And search your car, and see if a burner's found
But my life bout to turn around, them hoochies turn around
When they see them wheels, turn around
Some niggaz don't know what it takes, to make this money
You wanna take this money, come take it from me
Take this money, leave your shirt draped and bloody
In this jungle you gotta be a ape, don't make me ugly
[Hook]
[Rasaq]
Nigga I grind from summer to summer, trying to go from Hooptie to Hummer
I'm a ghetto status nigga, I'm a stunner
I holla at your woman, like nigga you don't want her
Undoing her buttons, acting like I'ma give her loot but I'm fronting
I usually dump em, I lose 'em and bump em
To the curb then swerve, nigga to do this is nothing
My game air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bags
I gladly lock the game up, and nigga kiss your ass
Goodbye, my raps is throwed my hooks is fly
I'm stacking do', but no nigga good try
I took my do', and bet it all on me
True a baller forward nigga, it's all on me
Sometimes I feel the ghetto, just call on me
To bring me to y'all, and y'all to me
My jeans is sagging, and a wife beater down
Your wife around here, nigga I might beat her down
While she creep around, and sleep around
Her husband just heard it word of mouth, he bout to leave her now
Shh nigga keep it down, the laws trying to creep around
And take a nigga to jail, if the heat is found

[Rasaq - talking]
Ghetto status
Color changin' click
[Yung Ro - talking]
Click clack, two in ya back
Gyea, it's yung ro here
And you listnin to my parter Rasaq on the block
Givin' it to ya ghetto status, gyea
[Hook- Rasaq]
Flashin' them jewelz
Or actin' a foo
No matter what ya do mayne, they watchin' (they watchin')
You rollin' on dubs, you pushin' them drugs
No matter what you do mayne, they watchin' (they watchin')
[Verse One- Rasaq]
I pull up on them thangs sittin' on lo pros
Rasaq on the block, tryna duck the po po's
Niggaz got plex, so I tuck the fo fo
Black buck it, cap tux are lo lo
Chain iced up, got my neck in below froze
Don't even blow dro, but I'm rappin' in slow mo
Relaxin' wit yo ho, mackin' wit no dough
You know how we do it, what's happenin fo fo
And that's achers homes, pimp ya good, take her home
And make her mone, then take her home
Late in the morn
leave her body tremblin' and shakin', wit some achin' bones
Gotta watch what you do, or it'll come back to you
Wit the feds watchin' you, they gon come back to you
When you on the block, I could cover ya tatoos
Thats a positive i.d., when they comin' to gat you
Eyes is always watchin', when you flash ya jewelz
You don't have a 2, nigga that's bad news
Last thing ya wanna do, is have ya back in a pool
Of blood, 'cause some foolish thug, is comin' to gat you
[Hook- Rasaq]
If you flashin' them jewelz
Or actin' a foo
No matter what ya do mayne, they watchin' (they watchin')
You rollin' on dubs, or pushin' them drugs
No matter what you do mayne, they watchin' (they watchin')
Hey Rasaq on the block, listen up youngin'
Gyea
[Verse Two- Rasaq]
Watch how I'll flip a dolla into g's
I started off a rookie
where under the years, now my ears all on freeze
Paint job, look like water from all the seas
Flossin' the v, my bottom the knees, and calmest of breeze
I'm from the hood, where theres no palm trees
Just g's and hustlers, they hand palmin' the trees
Other hand palmed to the gat,
ready to make you fall on ya back
Be aware, the karma comes back
If you kill a man, the harm will come back
Live by the gat, die by the gat I promise you that
And that's just f.y.I, but of course
Nobody can stop the dark course of death when it rides by
That's why I spend this cash, get this cash
Live life of today, tomorrow could be my last
Till my hearts forced to stop, I will force Rasaq
Maybe comin' up a gutter unorthadox
But that's how I live, I'm tryna get a porshe or box
Durable roc's, and of course a glock, but a border drop
Just in case, a little nigga like me, is forced to pop

[Rasaq]
Hey when a nigga contemplating and hating, on minor complications
One of the problems I'm facing, they often mistaken
What's his occupation, where's his job location
Is that not a knot in his wallet, if I'm not mistaken
While they concentrating on dollas, I'm making
I'm moving further up the line of success, and the longer they waiting
The longer they chasing, they paper in the process of making
Anticipating, but often and often they waiting
And I'm skating in a drop on some daytons, X-Box and a 'Station
Moving up the block, the boppers is chasing
Calling the kid plotting to date him, and since he got so much love
I ain't gon lie nigga, hey somebody gotta hate him
Could of been you hating on me, cause you saying it could of been me
But if you turn that M on that me, nigga it's saying it could of been we
It's saying it could of been we nigga
[Hook - 4x]
They gon hate us, they gon hate us
They gon hate us, haters gon hate us
(*talking*)
Y'all look out for that "Wipe Boyz Down"
That boy Cam bout to drop another one called

Color Changin' Click..
[gun shot]
The baddest click of all
Northside blowing up, they can't stop us
[Hook]
I got the baddest click
I know I told you niggaz once, I ain't gotta say it twice
Black, Puerto Rican and Spanish chicks
All wanna hop in the slab with me, and roll with me tonight
Your nigga, is getting agged and pissed
He trying to say, that he ain't having it at al
But your pussy, is the baddest clit
Color Changin' Click boy, and my mission is to cock back and destroy
[Rasaq]
My click is bad, thoed off the dome
Sick with the pad, rolling on chrome in the whip or the slab
Despicable cash, mouth look like invisible glass
And you girl just laugh, at your pitiful ass
Can't no one use the same words, and syllables as
My little cool ass, jamming a Screw cause I said a little bit too fast
I'm skipping through class, flipping through cash
With little du-rags I'm a little too bad, I spit at you fags
The pistol will blast, at your critical mash
You a little too slow, well that's a little too bad
On the mic I don't back down, I clap at you whack clowns
Bury rappers under the stage, dress the mic in a black gown
Get slap and sat down, with verbs and fast nouns
No gat to be found, when the FEDs searching pat down
It's Koopa and Rasaq, in the booth or in a drop
We the baddest click, we hot and you not
We rap and you talk, we floss and you watch
We pass and jock, we get props you do not nigga
Yeah, yeah..
[Hook]
[Chamillionaire]
I step up in a building on my head, like I'm too gutter to speak
I'm gutter I cheat, every week with a slut or a freak
Building-building on my head, like I'm too gutter too speak
I'm gutter I cheat, every week with a slut or a freak
Build-build-building on my head, like I'm too gutter to speak
I'm gutter I cheat, every week with a slut or a freak
I love her physique, Koopa can put the nut on her cheek
Her butt or the sheet, or be slow with it and nut on her teeth
The other's a treat, when they see how I cuddle the heat
Hakim scheme for the hew, or the color of a leaf
Green, king of the team and now my brother's the Chief
Chamillionaire.com Don, they say the borther's a geek
But no, the site got one point five million hits
Check my track record, I drop one point five million hits
Some chicks are like crooks, your cheddar will get took
I'm six inches taller, I keep a lot of cheddar then a foot
She mad cause my verses and hook, are better than her looks
I step up in U-Face, with a school sweater and some books
No scooting, just wanted to see who want it with me
When to come to learning to add, I teach my brother for free
In school I never wanted a A, or wanted a B
I wanted a G, now all the G's wanna be me
Hold up my wheels are ferris, my rims the rarest
He dick down airport chicks, might catch him in Paris
Make 'em feel embarrassed, like she just did an appearance
On a Girls Gone Wild video, and got caught by her parents
No friend to marriage, so she gon be my enemy
If she wanna marry me, I'll let her down gently
The way that he spend it, he must be kin to a Kennedy
The President poster child, got paper you'll never see it's the King
All mighty King Koopa, bow down Ghetto Status mayn
[Hook]
[Chamillionaire]
Hmmm, we swanging foreigns
Rims spinning and the paint, gon color change fa sho
When the game's, getting boring
Rasaq and Chamillionaire, will come and save the show
Doing shows, and touring
We ain't signed to a major, but got major do'
Hmmmm-mmmm-mmmm

[Rasaq]
Color Changin' Click, Chamillionaire, Rasaq boy!..
Ay.. what yall really know 'bout this Texas Boys man
[Pimp C - Insert] (Rasaq ad-libs)
What yall know about them Texas boys
Comin down in candy toys, comin' down in candy toys..
What yall-What yall know about them Texas,
What yall know about them Texas boys, comin' down in candy toys..
(repeat)
[Rasaq]
Texas boys roll SLAB's rollin' slow and never fast
'cause we sittin' on glass, and we showin' off this cash
On the mash, tryna multiply the stash
Bump yo gums and make us mad we gon' get up in yo ass
Like a rash when a Texas boy act,
that's yo toe up in a tag, and ya body in a bag
We ain't usually this mad, usually we zag
Let the bumper-kit drag, and we blowin' on grass
Trunk on blast, sippin' on my last
Rollin' down the Ave., in I rolled down the rag
You see them DVD's, you see them 8 TV's You see that Pioneer, Clarion and that JVC
You see them lad-ies on my n-u-t'z
Down here it's country tunes we don't mess with MC's
I'ma hold it down, we gon' slow it down
Recline and blow a pound, put this hoe up in rewind
- Uh, now what you know about us, (What yall know about them Texas boys)
come up in the club and we lean by the cuffs
Uh, now what you know about us, (What yall know about them Texas boys)
5th wheel on the trunk, hit a switch and lift it up
Uh, now what you know about me, (What yall know about them Texas boys)
S-L-A-B, sittin' on "23's
Uh, now what you know about T,-E to the X-A-S,
we some G's
[Pimp C - Insert]
What yall know about them Texas boys
Comin down in candy toys, comin' down in candy toys..
What yall-What yall know about them Texas,
What yall know about them Texas boys, comin' down in candy toys..

[Hook:]
Put Yo Swishers In The Air
Players Smoking Everywhere
Put Yo Swishers In The Air
Players Smoking Everywhere
[Rasaq:]
It's Rasaq Boi Boys Wanna Know About Us But It's A Texas Thing
Codeine Promethazine Crease Up In My Denim Jeans
And My Teeth Reflecting Clean You Lookin At The Necklace Bling
Candy Paint Up On The Slab Flex On Top Of Everything
Since I Was Seventeen I Was Always Getting Green
Behind Tint Fifty Percent I Was Never Seen
Im Pushing Machines I Was Sitting Clean Holla at Cha Boy On The Side While He Sipping Lean (Lean)
[Hook:]
Put Yo Swishers In The Air
Players Smoking Everywhere
Put Yo Swishers In The Air
Players Smoking Everywhere
[Rasaq:]
Bopping To The Beat (Beat)
Peanut Butter Seats (Seats)
All You Needs A Swisher Sweet To Make This Mug Complete
I Know You In The Mood When You Listening To My Grove
Something Brand New And It Sound Better Screwed
It's The Boy Rasaq All Up In Ya Stereo
Your Know Listening Listening Listening So Playa Know Here We Go
Your Flowing Is Cheerio It's Getting Me Jury Slow

[Hook:]
Even though I know I struggle, I hustle till the end
I'ma stand on my own feet, can't be a boy amongst these men
All I need is a rang, and a lil' bit of Henn
And black tint up on my window, so you can't see me within
Here I come here I come, I know you see me coming
I know you see me coming, I know you see me coming
Here I come here I come, I know you see me coming
I know you see me coming, I know you see me coming
[Rasaq:]
If you see me in the booth ski mask on, I'ma blast off
Pitching niggaz in your ass dog, blast your ass off
Hit the mic with a do' boy, cause I'm so raw
Is I'm with y'all, naw nigga I don't know y'all
Hoping for my downfall, but I'm standing so tall
Do' all in my pockets, trying to make it snowball
Fell off hell naw, nigga I done came back
Different track, but the same nigga with the same tats
You fake niggaz rapping, trying to spit the same facts
And that's why they never feel it, when y'all niggaz say that
So stay back, let a lil' nigga in the front now
Before I show you how to do it, let me put this blunt down boy
[Hook]
[Rasaq:]
I stand on my own two, come and knock me down
Haters frown in my face, but they don't ever fuck around
Everyday I roll G'd up, puffing on a pound
Daydreaming bout the money, to the ceiling from the ground
Throwedest in my town, got my own buzz and my sound
Fuck a punchline and noun, I'm a real nigga bound
Hope you fake niggaz drown, in your own damn flow
Cuz I'm so damn real, and you niggaz so-so
This is for my real niggaz, holding up the fo' fo'
This is for my real niggaz, still repping solo
This is for my real niggaz, Big Roy and Waynehead
Keep that lead in your pocket, cause we finna make bread

Hopped in the V
Chrome underneath
Sitting sideways playing Sony PSP
You ain’t gotta soak em
Popped up and poking
Cold clear coat look like baby lotion
Roll in slow motion
Lighting pro-potion
Boys trying to come down
I already broke em
Trunk banging H Town
Travel across the ocean
Niggas mad in China cuz the 15’s woke em
Popped up and posting
Back wide open
Black Gucci shades stepping out
I Loke’d em
Blowed in the game
Hold in the grain
Bling bling bling
What’s that
My Franco chain
Car liquida
Starch in my jeans
Mug on mean
Tint on my window paint
Bad yellow daine
Give your boy brain
TV screens hang
Watching Purple Rain
Falling in the lane
Balling in the game
Two inches out from the curb
Three from the drink
40 inch chain
40 inch thing
40 inch angle on my trunk when I swing
When they do that I’m waving
Know I be blazing
Trunk bow down like a man when he’s praying
Know what I’m saying
Know I’m just playing
Rocks in my chain
Same size as a raisin
I’mma pull an Asian
Or Caucasian
Nigga I’m a player
That’s my occupation
Chopping on the blade and
Playing PlayStation
Rocked down my screens
Now I’m watching navigation
Bout to stay paid
Keep a taper fade
Diamonds in my chain
Sipping on lemonade
They made me the yellow
I’mma pull a stella
I could rip the beat or wreck to an acapella
Wearing Rockafella
Or that white T
Me and Archie D stepping out with Nike’s
Bought em from the mall
You know you fixing to crawl
Stepping out this fall
And I step up in this bar
That’s my cell call
Your gal on my balls
I’mma holler at y’all

[Rasaq]
Yung Rasaq nigga
The girls are screamin' my name
But I ain't feelin' these dames
Call me a doctor, I might get 'em to give me some brain
And I don't promise a thang, I can't give you no change
I can't give you a rang, I can't keep you with range
But if you complain, I can prompt the car over swang
Open on the freeway, and I'll give you some range
And that's a long distance, from the highway to ya house
When it could of bin the distance,
from the driveway to the couch
And I'm not obnoxious, but the roc's jus so
blue in the face of the watch
It looks like it's knocked unconscience
My car turnin' green, like it's probly naucios
But that's jus the paint, so I don't go to the doctor
My brissle fresh and clean, so I don't go to the dentist
When I'm eighty, Imma probly have diamonds in my dentures
This is g-g-gutter nigga, oops did I say that twice?
The iced out mouth, made me s-s-stutter nigga

Excuse me for not introducing myself correctly
I am the Man on Fire, A.K.A. the Mix Tape Messiah
A.K.A. the Chamillinator, Smallz let's get 'em
You know what time it is, H-Town, stand up, you know who I am
Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Realest nigga in it, realest nigga in it
You know that Texas, what it is, and I'ma represent it
Aye, Koopa it's been a minute fool
But the streets of the South say they feeling you
Tell me what you wanna know and I can lyrically give you an interview
Koopa it's been a minute fool but the streets
Of the South say they feeling you
Tell me what you wanna know
And I can lyrically give you a interview
Well, one, why do these wanna be
Ass suckers, be on your dick?
'Cause being fake is in they blood
Can't stick with one click, so they switch
Two, why the hell these boys keep talking like you gon' fail
'Cause they think that bar been raised
So high that I can't match them sales
Well, can you? Yeah, nigga just wait and see
You got property, you better watch for me
'Cause I buy that land that you living on
And sell it right back to you like monopoly
Question three, who producing your album man?
Scott Storch, Beat Bullies, Mannie Fresh, Cool and Dre
And the list goes on pimping
I'm coming down, hundred miles and I'm gunning
Loud ass speakers growl when they humming
Chamillitary the sound that they summing
One and nothing, talking down when I'm not around
Got nothing but bad words
You thinking you bad but Cham worse
You couldn't even F' with a damn verse
Plus you must be on that stuff, got 'em pissing they Pampers
See me pull up on 24's, your hoe horny like antlers
They messing with you my nigga but I ain't gotta tell you that
You already know that, tell 'em who you is, the Mix Tape Messiah
Okay, tell 'em what you represent, Chamillitary mayn
Already, H-Town, stand up, let's go
Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Realest nigga in it, realest nigga in it
You know that Texas, what it is, and I'ma represent it
Realest nigga in it, when I'm riding it be tinted
And the trunk looks like it's dented 'cause the bass is at it's limit
Them niggaz they be talking, but them niggaz they don't live it
Said it in a sentence, they might say how they distribute
When you see 'em, they be timid, they ain't even independent
They be living with they mama, man, these niggaz full of drama
They might smoke some marijuana but won't get up off they ass
Till I come down in my slab, posted up behind that glass
Texas what it is, light reflection on my wrist
Looking like a section of the complexion on my chick
I don't need a click, all I need's a extra clip
Let them twenty bullets rip and twenty niggaz flip
In this verse I'm so legit, I don't care what nigga you with
When you speak talk with a purpose or don't open up your lip
Boys is out of line, this how we gon' do it in 2005
We coming nigga, whoa, you all listening to the Man on Fire
DJ Smallz, Chamillionaire callabo, you already know
I might be moving too fast for 'em, so let me slow it up
So, they can catch up with me, that's what it is
Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Realest nigga in it, realest nigga in it
You know that Texas, what it is, and I'ma represent it
Houston been doing it back, since Screwed Up rap wasn't rap
Now, Chamillionaire is back, to put that fact on the map
Lil' flicking ass niggaz, fix your act or get slapped
We keep hollows up in them holsters, get a package of blap
You could tell by the way the Texas logo, sit above the brim
I'm quick to tell a chick, to go and get another friend
If her attitude is right, she can have some fun and swim
Or I'll send her back board like the glass above the rim
Yeah, I gotta keep it in control
New Yorkers say I'm nice, Texas niggaz say I'm thoed
From Blue-Blues to Saigon, to Joe Budden and Southern Flows
Don't matter what I'm sold, the streets saying that I'm cold
Down here the music slowed, po' a fo' in that cola
Fifth wheel falling back, my bumper kit in a coma
Couple friendly ass suckers, getting boulder and boulder
They telling me that they ready to get 'em
Like Pimp C, I'm like hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, it's Chamillionaire, the Mix Tape Messiah
And right now, I am the Man on Fire
Representing for Houston Texas, invading the air waves
On the official Chamillionaire mix tape
This a Fear Factor Music, slash Southern Smoke
Slash Chamillitary, slash, Beat Yo Ass production man
'Bout to take it to the next level on this one
Ay Smallz, let's give em another exclusive to brag about man

[talking:]
You getting this, it's live in the beat
Dude it's O.G. Ron C, turn it up
Ha-ha, it's Rasaq boy yeah
[Rasaq:]
When I tip down I chunk the deuce, sipping on a cup of juice
Screens hanging from the roof, realest nigga in the booth
Flashy nigga in the coupe, diamond display on my tooth
Leather seats up on my cheek, feeling like a butt massuse
Niggaz rap like Dr. Seuess, talking down like they the truth
Niggaz ain't even feeling you, they trying to get a ounce and move
Low pro's around my shoes, 4-4's around my dudes
Make the wrong move for my jewels, and my niggaz'll down you fools
Boys talking plenty noise, when they come around they crew
Do my dirt all by my lonely, black on black with 22's
Who you know that break a stack, spend it all and make it back
Most niggaz from around the way, sell dope and hate to rap
Niggaz think they thugged out, cause they hair is braided back
Till I hit you lay you flat, you's a trick I say you whack
Northside my habitat, play with me I ain't having that

[talking:]
Yeah yeah we in here mayn, Rasaq boy
Northside forever, ay ay
[Rasaq:]
They say I'm like a match box, nigga cause I got that heat
All I need's a solid beat, I promise you won't fall asleep
If you talking bout a G, partna all that talk is cheap
All I talk about is cheese, and everytime you talk it's sweet
I hear you talking, I don't need a peace offering
If you want the peace, the piece is all I'm offering
Y'all boys softer than, the q-tip of cotton
I got two chicks two whips, and two bottle popping
Came from the gutter, instead of saying I'm capping
Take it as a celebration, this was never meant to happen
While niggaz stay chilling, I promise I'm paper stacking
You haters just keep on yapping, I'm creeping up from the back end
Shoot the pistol first, no time for question asking
Most of y'all love me, some hating me with a passion
On my grind mashing, you softer than mashed potatoes
When I spit a sixteen on a track, I'm the greatest
Been on hiatus, these labels use to degrade us
Now the money's major nigga, so how you gon try to play us
I don't need no favors, my flow's sharper than razors
And I shock everybody, like them laws with them tazers
Waves in my taper, I'm a I-10 scraper
Money chaser for the paper, I be poof like a vapor
Playa get your weight up, you faking then you was made up
I was layed up on the leather, yeah I'm trying to get my pay up
I can't even lie homie, I got's to keep it trill
Only mess with real niggaz, 50/50 what's the deal
You know how I feel, if it ain't about a bill

[Rasaq]
Ye, uh, uh
It's Rasaq, put ya chips up
I ain't gonna stop, till ya whole body chipped up
Dripped up, princess cuts from the wrist up
Sip buck, me n my click up in the buildin',
as quick as a hiccup
Pick up ya pace, or get left behind
The only rapper you know, that could use ya
left and right mind
Bought me a whip, and chamillion co signed
And bought the same as mine, in mint n chrome shine
The watch is aquatic blue, I promise you
Niggaz got me laughin', like comic view
Throw game like a sonic boom, and I'm wild
Not 50 cent, but I know you like my style
Know you like my smile, teeth look sharper than a crocadiles
Roc's n pows, shine for blocks n miles
Knock ya pal, in the butt for clarity from the roc's is wild
Even from the top go wild, birds fall at em
Flock when they see the, watch and smile
Not hostile, but the chain got so much agression
Niggaz be plexin, and never learned they lesson
Uh, Rasaq on the block ye ye
Uh, uh, it's-
Uh, Rasaq on the block ye ye
Uh, uh, it's-
Uh, Rasaq on the block ye ye
Uh, uh, it's Rasaq put ya chips up
I ain't gonna stop, till ya whole body chipped up
Dripped up, princess cuts from the wrist up
Sip buck, me n my click up in the buildin',
as quick as a hiccup
Pick up ya pace, or get left behind
The only rapper you know, that could use ya
left and right mind
Bought me a whip, and chamillion co signed
And bought the same as mine, in mint n chrome shine
The watch is aquatic blue, I promise you
Niggaz got me laughin', like comic view
Throw game like a sonic boom, and I'm wild
Not 50 cent, but I know you like my style
Know you like my smile, teeth look sharper than
a crocadiles
Roc's n pows, shine for blocks n miles
Knock ya pal, in the butt for clarity from the roc's is wild
Even from the top go wild, birds fall at em
Flock when they see the, watch and smile
Not hostile, but the chain got so much agression
Niggaz be plexin, and never learned they lesson
Sorry nigga, tryna make this chedda
Call me paper clip, 'cause I hold this paper together
Like papers n letters, catch me in the hepper
stapled together
Like, bin dancin' wit our neigbours together
Nigga, gyea

(*talking*)
Ghetto Status let's go, hey
[Chamillionaire]
If any of them was on top, he's the throne there's a new king
So watch what you doing, I'm having a mood swing
Your lip gon get stiffed, get my drift better move swing
My fist till it hit your lip, and it's blue as a mood ring
That's just for assuming, Chamillion can't throw the up
Or standing over you saying, that famous cool by Chris Tucker
Tough luck, I'm the definition of hustler
Gun to me and my brother, make niggaz adjust the
Combination to the safe, I am the money magnet
You got some money stash it, cause we coming to grab it
You got a tight B, better put it up in a bag kid
Put me in a straight jacket, I straight jack it
Yeah that nigga Chamillionaire, he got the baddest
Hoes from the left side, to the right side of the atlas
Wanna get in the palace, and see how big the pad is
Make another wish, Ms. click your heels like Alice
And if I do let you in, you won't get no cabbage
You gon see the entrance to the bedroom, and see the mattress
And after that Ms., disappear
There's a exit in the front, and a exit in the rear
Pick the closest one near, yeah
[Rasaq]
Hey niggaz taking shots at Rasaq, and hope I respond
You little peons, don't make me yawn
Don't get peed on, or get my N-U-T on
The top of your lips, like a dunk coming from Keyon
You best just be gone, cause when I pop the neons
In the trunk, I'm prime-time like Deon
Get off my ding-dong, little niggaz cling on
My balls and bounce back and fourth, like it's ping pong
I set the V on, twenty inch deon's
And them 21's, your honey come and sing along
Big swangas and vogues, spit game to these hoes
They addicted, like white things in they nose
The God of the gutter, I found my way out
Only to get lost and tossed, back in another
Now I'm back in the hole, like golf ballas and a putter
And I only wanna touch this green, but this white man with a stick
Keeps knocking me, away from that shit
Till I lay in a ditch, and they don't even come get me

Rasaq]
Lay it down, lay it down
You foos lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
The top I lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
The drop I lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
Ya brauds I lay 'em down
And I'm back like I got a second win
I got a metal grin, that you can see your reflection in
Except for when, I'm in the light might lose ya sight
If ya standin' next to him
While niggaz in the pen doin' ten
Behind bars, I'm ridin' the rhythm and nigga I'm spittin' them
I go off like that freaky little kim
'cause I don't just speak when I'm on the beat I show my naked skin
And speakin' of naked skin, black mexicans and even lesbians
Wanna have sex wit him, they be pestorin'
'cause my chain, make ya neck look dim
They stomach lose air, like I bent the rim
Girl you wanna be down, tell me where and when
I'll tell room service, to send up some hen
But then again, send a friend
Then I send you out, wit a empty purse and no benjamins

[Rasaq - talking]
Uh, uh, uh
[Hook]
It's the color change
It's the color change
Yeah nigga
It's the color change
It's the color change
Excuse me miss, it's Rasaq
On the block, you should not
Look at the watch
[Verse One- Rasaq]
Ay, chrome swings pokin' out the side of the ride
I can see ya pupils pokin' out, the side of ya eye
Chicken heads open, inside of they thighs
They hypnotize, when they look in the shine
Don't, look at the time, you might get dizzy
And spend a night wit me, and be out by nine fifty
Poof, be gone by the sun rise quickly
I'm sometimes good, sometimes picky
I'm too grimy, but the diamonds is pretty
Check the grill in my mouth, the shine is silly
I'll, bline you really, in the blink of a eye
Get it?, blink of a eye, have you blinkin' ya eye
Put, bling in ya eye, have ya winkin' ya eye
Like some things in ya eye, but you can't figure why
No nigga, I got my grill fit for the sky
Look like a shooting star, when a nigga drive by
And I'm paid in full like that nigga mekhi Phiefer
[Hook]
It's the color change
It's the color change
Yeah nigga
It's the color change
It's the color change
Excuse me miss, it's Rasaq
On the block, you should not
Look at the watch
[Verse Two- Rasaq]
I have sinned, forgive me father
So gutter, got baptized in sewer water
And, I don't wanna be an argument starter
But we runnin' them street,s like some fluid joggers
Don't get ag, let it eat ya heart up
Just let it go down smooth, like some juice and vodka
But, who could conquer, this cocky monster
So much weight on the wrists, that my arms get stronger
Sorry ya honor, I must be guilty
A nigga so gutter, that my thoughts is filthy
I got a dirty mouth, I'm from the dirty south
A nigga ridin' dirty, when the wheels is turnin' out
I'm bout to show you, what we all about
Make fifty princess cuts, disapear in my mouth
Then I make ya good, disapear in my house
And she just like a car, the way I stear to the couch
If you hear squeekin, it's not a damn mouse
[Hook]
It's the color change
It's the color change
Yeah nigga
It's the color change
It's the color change
Excuse me miss, it's Rasaq
On the block, you should not
Look at the watch
[Verse Three- Rasaq]
Cut the shinanigans, niggaz know my plan
N same clips n cannons, flames pitches scrammin
Chains sound the same, but the assit is standin
Ya braud in my yay, yep she missin' in action
Trippin' n laughin, on her way to the six in the mansion
Slippin' n slabbin', off the tires missin' it's traction
She wishin' for action, I'm sick wit this mackin'
Make a physical attraction happen,
while I'm layin' back n relaxin'
No action, ms jackson, to cover me tannin
N retirin' the sun in phoenix, like dannie mannon
Man we banish, like ham in a sandwich
Hand me ya hand, maybe ya hand in marraige
Lacin' wit carrots, and canary stones the
same color as ya parents
Call me a can opener
If she built like a Coke bottle nigga, I bet I can't open her
Left hand pokin' her, other hand chokin' her
Right by the waist, call ya girl it ain't safe
The face on the watch, got so much refletion
When I look in it's direction, I can see my complexion
Got color changin' roc's, white blue and grey
Say, his spouse is homicital 'cause ya wife blew my brains
Like a rifle bang, right through my cranium
Who's blamin' em, who fall back like the hemron stadium
It's not platinum, it's titanium
Who could hang wit em, ya brain is dumb
Ya can't become, me 'cause ya lame n dumb
I'm out of this world, like a alien
Trunk pop up, n the neons wave at em
They just wave at em, mayne

Strange but the men
Who made the maze were blind
In vain we seek the way out now
They thought it all
Out many years ago
Nobody noticed the crack of doom
They ravaged mother Earth
To satisfy their greed
They forgot the future
And destroyed the seed
All those great dreams
By which we long live well
Are just illusions in the smoke of hell
What's conceivable
Should happen too
We got the power
We got the rule
Call it Insania
Tragedy reduced to numbers
Megalomania
Let the ocean freeze
Call it Insania
Stopped rotation of the Earth
Megalomania
All movements ends

Seems that from my mind
I can't escape
It plays hide and seek with me
Voices in me say
If you were a man
You would get a stick and smash it down
Run. crash my head against blind walls
Run, crash my head against mind walls
Shock mental shock
Play on my nerves tonight
I got a shock, mental shock
I kill where I please, because
It's all mine in dark allies
I hunt the wildest beauties in town
Normally I rip up bellies
Destinies crumble, bodies run down
Where shadows suck up hungry flesh
Don't kiss me I fear disillions
I'd like my love to die
Run, crash my head against blind walls
Run, crash my head against mind walls
Shock mental shock
Play on my nerves tonight
I'm shocked, mental shock
Come on play on my nerves with me and die

Beg steal borrow desire
A child's heart seemed to expire
No denying a city's a jungle
Rats in the backyard
Big city, hopeless and rough
A child's life stone-cold and tough
Little sneaker, alley sleeper
Prince of the backyard
No career, no tomorrow
A child's day of hunger and sorrow
All dreams lost and decayed
In the dirt of the backyard
Kid from skid row
Tough heart, Hobo
Backstreet boy
Got no joy
But knows how to Cheat on you
Kid from skid row
Backyard, black heart
Kid from skid row
Tough heart, Hobo

I'm aware of a big disgrace
Hoping that I'm not to late
Gossip has it, rumour says
Politics were not that mad
No one sees the liar
Any nation needs a fool
Most of us don't like it
What the finest ass hole do
Hey, it's crazy what you say
Do you think we would achieve?
Rubbish told in many ways
We should better not believe
Don't you hear the laughter
So ridiculous to see
Most of us ignore it
What the finest ass will do
Say, is it real
Is it really true
That you do, that you say it's no
Jiggery Pokery, no madness
I say, it is real
It is really true
What you do what you say to all
Let us call it Monkey Business
Easy to get fun all day
Idiots create it well
What a kind of comedy
Playing tricks, amusement free
No one sees the liar
Any nation needs a fool
Most of us don't like it
What the finest asshole do
Say, is it real
Is it really true
That you do, that you say it's no
Jiggery Pokery, no madness
I say, it is real
It is really true
What you do what you say to all
Let us call it Monkey Business

Days of sorrow and unspoken pain
No tomorrow I will die in chains
Hollow sighs descend whispering down
Ghostly eyes fixing the iron lung
Soon I'll be gone
On the bike, just you and me
And immortality
Leather jackets and tattoos
Born to Booze
No grief, no mercy, breath and bite
Unchained energy
Riding hard, fast and wild
We're the youth
I pick up speed, the cycle rears
It is the final fight
Metal bursts, machine explodes
My last cry
Through the dark, the ambulance
Pulsing out red light
Like blood out shredded arteries
Shall I die
Don't gaze at me
Set me free
And agree
To gods decree
No voice to crave
Please let me die
No hands to stroke
I'm paralysed
Doctor knows I can't survive
And doesn't let me go
Save me from a robot life
And break the law
Switch off the machinery
And don't call the nurse
I'll wake up among mysteries
Death or birth
Don't gaze at me
Set me free
And agree
To gods decree
No voice to crave
Please let me die
No hands to stroke
I'm paralysed

Nights of truth, days of dread
Raven disappear
Crystal ball, gypsy's eyes
Want to find it out
Zodiac ritual
Try to show the way
Cross two bones, turn that card
Eternal mystery
Birth and death
What's in between
Gods of time and space
Throw that dice
Midnight mass
Show the human race
Give it up tonight
The secret of eternity
Let me hear it now
The secret of our destiny
Pendulum, work it out
Answer me right now
World's a mess, who can tell
How long will it last
Endless life, sudden death
Who has got the plan
Give it up tonight
The secret of eternity
Let me hear it now
The secret of our destiny
Give it up tonight
The secret of our destiny
Let me hear it now
The secret of our destiny
Come and give it up
The secret of eternity
Let us hear it now
The secret of our destiny
It's him that will come as the Antichrist,
to lead men into the flaming bowels of perdition,
to the bloody end of wickedness,
as Star Wormword hangs blazing in the sky,
as gall gnaws at the vitals of the children as women's wombs give forth monstrosities,
as the works of men's hands turn to blood, then

Who's not afraid
When it's time for a raid
And who keeps the city burning
I am the star
Of the Fantastic Four
In my own imagination
I entertain
All the bored and insane
And I fight their desolation
Day after day
Acting on open stage
For a real mad generation
I'm possessed by fire
Napalm in my veins
All my hearts desire
The world bursting to flames
I'm a rebel
Fire devil
No one's madder than I am
All I want is
Right and justice
I'm the Pyromaniac Man
Why don't you go
To my dynamite show
When I blow up a Cadillac's beauty
You must take heart
When I wanna start
The time fuse of an incendiary
Now you will see
How a little TNT
Beautifies a service station
What a big feat
When it bursts from the heat
With the sound of ruination
I'm possessed by fire
Napalm in my veins
All my hearts desire
The world bursting to flames
I'm a rebel
Fire devil
No one's madder than I am
All I want is
Right and justice
I'm the Pyromaniac Man
Panic in the city
And I show no pity
When I thaw a frozen nation
Flames so high
Like a burning sky
It's ,y new sunset creation
I'm possessed by fire
Napalm in my veins
All my hearts desire
The world bursting to flames
I'm a rebel
Fire devil
No one's madder than I am
All I want is
Right and justice
I'm the Pyromaniac Man

Rotten houses near the plant
Slag, refuse are all around
Acid water, plastic food
Tasty radioactive fruits
The ignorance of the statesmen
Leave the crowd between rage and despair
Contaminated bodies
Slow decay of blood
Don't brood over future
Industry rehearse the perfect kill
Perfect kill, perfect kill
Dead don't die, but remain
Near the heirs of their slaughterers
People want to demonstrate
Businessmen rule the state
They call them terrorist
And police rehearse the perfect kill
Perfect kill, perfect kill
Dead don't die, but remain
Near the heirs of their slaughterers
Fear of the dead
Perfect kill
Fear of the dead
Perfect kill
Fear of the dead
Dead don't die, but remain
Near the heirs of their slaughterers

You look out, you see
A man on his knees
Sick of his life
High on crack
Just a wreck dead
You get out, you see
A man's misery
Cracked up his mind
One more mad
One more dead
Dead or alive
Downtown connection
You've got to choose
A deal with hell
Dead or alive
It will burn you out
It wants to smash you down
Caught in trouble, caught in pain
Undercover murderer kills you certainly
Not me, I'll win the fight
Not me, I'll stay alive
Not me, I'll do it right
I can't help myself
Dead or alive
Help me God
Help me please
Help me out
Please don't let me die