bumpy knuckles – chancesellor lyrics
haaaaaaaaaaa, yeah!
come on, ha!
check it out..
[verse one: freddie foxxx]
how many n-gg-z wanna ride from here with me
if it’s some thug sh-t you on, bring it on baby, come and get me
come on – huh, pete rock, hit me
so i can spit the flame on you n-gg-z so when i die you’ll, never forget me
i got underground money that’s spent like overground cash
i bust one shot and if you break the fifty yard dash
underground gon’ last, if we remove the virus
some of the sh-t i spit’ll make you wanna, kill me like cyrus
i’m on king from the balcony, don’t let me get no alch’ in me
or i be standin in the window with the ak like i got alch’ in me
who run they mouth at me?
i’ll therefore stump your -ss like i got south in me
n-gg-z be screaming, they hardcore, they’ll need to be hard more
i lay your gangsta -ss out on the hard floor
b-mpy knucks keep it real raw
be in your mouth like i’m the black -?-
i’m someone that you may have all seen be-fore
maybe in peace or maybe in war; i’m the chancesellor
[hook]
chance, sellor
chance, sellor
chance, sellor
chance, sellor (now y’all motherf-ckers get to meet..)
chance, sellor
chance, sellor (the chancesellor)
chance, sellor
chancesellor(that’s right!)
chance, sellor
chance, sellor (i’ma show you how you get busy in this motherf-ck..)
chance, sellor
chance, sellor
[verse two: freddie foxxx]
me and the mic be like starsky and hutch
don’t f-ck with us, we will roll on you and smoke like you was in a dutch
ha, such, ludacris ideas
tryin make b-mpy knucks dissa-pear
takin chances tryin to make me show fear
you got a better chance of trying to get some soul outta britney spears
i’m arsonistic, quick to release my biscuit
i b-tch smack n-gg-z like i’m s-d-stic
hear them n-gg-z talking ’bout dying – scared to death
freddie foxxx in the house, you – scared to breath
i do walk-by’s, followed by a bunch of corrupt -ss n-gg-z that restort guys
they got hawk eyes, brain clouded with the traumatic
that can make you a calm in the chair, hand on the napalm at it
you n-gg-z don’t want no static, ’cause i have you breathing light – you’se
an asthmatic
‘cos i had you breathing light, you’se an -ssmatic
it’s the pataki, ain’t no death penalty aim gon’ stop me for watching my
favorite channel;
eleven mackie, shot out the acy – cause some white boy call me blackie
so we played this little game called click-a-tie clack-a-tie
now there’s three blackies, and we’ll dance for ya ..
i’m the chancesellor
[hook]
chance, sellor
chance, sellor[ check it out .. ]
chance, sellor
chance, sellor[ it’s motherf-cking cold outside .. ]
chance, sellor
chance, sellor[ ’cause you n-gg-z ain’t keeping it hot .. ]
chance, sellor
chancesellor
chance, sellor[ so now .. ]
chance, sellor
chance, sellor[ the chancesellor ]
chance, sellor[ straight from the motherf-cking slums n-gg- ]
[verse three: freddie foxxx]
i’m underground from now, through like ’til death
even if i end up bein the only real one left
’cause i’m the true black gangsta, real hard papi
lotta n-gg-z in the game is just real hard copy
not build to stop me, if you trying pop me
you probably end up in an morgue, in a six drop three
got done by the hottest emcee, what that mean is
overhand rights since muhammed ali, slip (pooooow!)
for my n-gg-z in the pen, that might never come home again
i’ma keep it sweet for ya, keep it street for ya
and everytime i don’t make, i’ll take from these wack -ss rap n-gg-z
tunnel bangers we strap n-gg-z, darranger by the -sshole
n-gg-z walking type funny, keep ya eyes pealed for the money
we rob b-tches too, so don’t run ya mouth honey
i’m just in cutless to genghis khan
i run up in cities and take sh-t over, that’s word is bond
drama turns me on, a real afrodiziac
i hear n-gg-z screamin “yo, where b-mp kneezy at?!”
i’m in the cut, but i can’t sit back and watch these rap n-gg-z f-ck it up
i’m the chancesellor
[hook]
chance, sellor
chance, sellor(check it out!)
chance, sellor
chance, sellor(the motherf-cking chancesellor)
chance, sellor
chance, sellor
chance, sellor(that’s right!)
chancesellor
chance, sellor(and for those of you that don’t know)
chance, sellor
chance, sellor(it’s underground baby)
chance, sellor
chance, sellor(b-mpy knuckles baby)
chance, sellor
chance, sellor(and the chocolate boy wonder)
chance, sellor
chance, sellor(and the motherf-cking, holler)
[outro]
“you kna’ we do” .. “no doubt”
pete rock is gangsta! “no doubt”
b-mpy knucks is gangsta! “no doubt”
oh you forgot, it’s gangsta! “no doubt”
keep it gully, it’s gangsta! “no doubt”
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