Chill (feat. St. Lunatics) - Nelly

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Letra Chill (feat. St. Lunatics) - Nelly

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Chill lyrics (feat. St. Lunatics)
(Intro: Nelly) Yo, what you tell a
muh'fucker with two black eyes? Nothin,
you done already told his punk-ass twice
(Ali) D, E, R, R, T, Y (we back, we
back, we back) We all we got, yo, know I
want y'all do? Yo.. Aiyyo stand at
attention, raise your right arm, salute
Roll the carpet out, watch all the
Bloods "woot-woot" Watch the Crips loc'
it up, we back, we got our focus up St.
Lunatics, nigga know that, know that
Supreme team, if we lose you open your
minds Start readin some things, we got
it, holla at us, c'mon Easy with that
murder murder murder, kill kill We did
that back when I was born, Bill Bill But
I still do the knowledge, let me give
you the math I rock a 7-and-a-half for
my 7-and-a-half I be with Moses and Kane
& Abel puttin in work I slap a nun, beat
the reverend up, spit in his church My
Derrty niggaz come through, we turn the
heat up in June We at the party mackin,
even throw a bitch in the room
Menage-a-trois, Murph' is (?), me and
Law Cause we the baddest muh'fuckers
that you seen thus far, so (Chorus 2X:
Ali) Nigga chill (chill) calm down (calm
down) Watch your words (watch your
words) don't let your mouth get ahead of
ya You really talkin wreckless right now
(right now) And we know you ain't built
for that (nope) (City Spud) Look, learn,
listen, check it Start your cars up,
trick your broads out Pump your hard up,
homie now put your guard up You throw
that one-two but, look how I jab you No
need you run in the derrty, homie I had
to You was doin a lot of talkin (yup) a
lot of barkin But your bite was nothin,
guess you mighta been frontin Yo ain't
no mic to it, City see right through it
I was born to be the shit like I was
Mike Hewitt(?) Don't, test me though,
homie I might do it Check my track
record, the feelin go right to it It was
easy for me, I was born to win You was
born to hate me, you should be born
again You with Mike and Kevin, we with
Law and them You cop American cars, we
cop foreign 'em Take a look at us
derrty, we put the star in them No slow
stray bullets nigga, we Brett Favre'n
them (Kyjuan) You gots to chill, and let
your conscience be free Lil' boy,
obviously y'all ain't fuckin with Ky'
You see I stays real high, but I be's
low-key I'm so allergic to the line
e'rybody know me You know what? (What?)
Why shouldn't y'all hate? Cause y'all so
half decent, we Frosted Flakes great And
these ain't came out yet, I know y'all
so late I smoke zips, you pop 8's, damn
what a waste My lady is so happy, yours
masturbates You wash up in a sink, nigga
I bathe in a lake The way y'all copy our
style ASCAP should make y'all pay But
they don't, so I'ma smoke a joint and
get to the point The muh'fuckin point is
keep my name out your mouth Unless you
sayin how we repped the Lou, since we
came out We've been winners since we
came out, yo' mouth keep my name out You
don't wanna see thirty cardinal birds
with they thangs out (Chorus) (Murphy
Lee) Murphy Lee God-body (like) take
shit from nobody (nope) Nelly bought it
for me so that's my Maserati (yup) Y'all
know about me, I'm so far from sloppy
(dirty) You not a female nigga, so how
can you top me? My style can't be copied
people trust me (trust me) Even though
you look like me, your flow musty
(musty) That means you stinkin, what you
think's extinct Been gone too long to
even dig up the bones I'm on my new-new,
upgrade the kush from the doo-doo That's
a big step, but that's how niggaz from
the Lou do Last rap was too cool, but
this one is too damn hot You wack
rappers think you hot when you not (this
is why I'm hot) All this I talk slick
shit as if you really did shit Thinkin
you deserve my spot, well thurr it is
then Gave niggaz time but now I'm back
with a few of my friends Lunatics 'bout
to do this again, ohh (Chorus) (Nelly)
Uh, tell you somethin... You should see
their faces when I walk in the facility
Mean mug, what's the purpose of you
ice-grillin me? You're killin me but
really B, you ain't on my radar Always
used the rig
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