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chris ward - it's ok! lyrics

[talking:]
uh uh, yeah-yeah uh yeah-yeah
uh yeah-yeah, yeah yeah

[chris ward:]
ten bricks n-gg-, in a benz six n-gg-
it’s your motherf-cking n-gg-, c. ward
five years later, and i’m five times greater
it’s your motherf-cking n-gg-, c. ward
what’s my motherf-cking name, put a bullet in your head
leave your shirt red, cause p-ss-es get bled
it’s the spokesman, from y.s.p.
i can’t lie until i die, it’s s.u.c.
i conversate for a thee, do a verse for three
whenever you f-ck with me, it’s gon cost you a fee
i rip shows, get rid of those girls you be liking and loving
cause to me, they just bullsh-t hoes
live and direct, from the 7-1-tre
where n-gg-z be holding you down, like everyday
it’s the flyest, n-gg- talking
someone give me the sp-ce, cause i’m the flyest n-gg- walking
i’m way out, this atmosphere
what is it 0-3 sh-t, i’ll be back next year
with some new sensations, game to give y’all
m.o.b. style, this is how we live y’all
see it’s the, hoe slapper
pimp, slash flow rapper
rap rhymes rap flows, rap bricks rap hoes
pay the price for anyone of the four, and i’ll wrap those
bad hoes i f-ck em, after that i duck em
cigarellos i stuff em, with endo and puff em
b-tches on d-ck, wanting some’ing for nothing
that might surprise you, but to me it’s nothing
i’m irresisitable, att-tude is despicable
i pop out on your kids, like peek-a-boo
huh, it’s ghetto pimping on a track
sh-t i’m like a gat, some every n-gg- need in his lac
chris wizzard, watch how you pr-nounce the sh-t
g’s up hoes down, while you motherf-ckers bounce to this uh
g’s up hoes down, while you motherf-ckers bounce to this

[hook:]
before you dog you dying, and busting your eye in
take the stand you lying, it’s ok
if you cook it cut it, watch f-ck it all your n-gg-z in public
them b-tches love it, it’s ok
if you hard right now, it’s the greatest on the buck
looking for some’ing to f-ck, it’s ok
if you slide in with her, it’s ok
if you slide in with him, it’s ok

[big pokey:]
i’m the n-gg-, that you ‘spose to know
same n-gg- that’s suppose to touch the rock, when it’s fourth and fo’
i’m hot, but my freestyle fo’ below
step on feet, sorry if i broke your toe
my hoes, call me mr. finesse
i’m a throwback n-gg-, old school just like mitch-ll & ness
and them scared n-gg-z, check they chins
fake left hand shakes, i see through you like a contact lens
now honor, my words
m.o.b., money over bullsh-t right now i got a gun and a bird
mob n-gg-z, move in herds
you need to stop, i c-ck a five pound glock that can move your curb
ain’t no n-gg-, like a mob style n-gg-
cause a mob style n-gg-, don’t quit
ain’t no b-tch, like a mob style b-tch
cause a mob style b-tch, rock pits
does it a day, new chanelle negaleshe
buying for real, bout they bread and don’t play
i’m a bull like i’m born in may, i rush n-gg-z
stay in your place, you b-mp too much hush n-gg-
in a trap, open your eyes and see your face
i’m here to stay like a test in your skin, you missed a sp-ce
these hoes wanna give me they -ss, give me your face
cannon on my waist, cause these n-gg-z is hoes
and you move, i walk in i’m taking the show
whip n-gg-z with this pen, like i’m taking the sco’
first, i’ma hit em with this
lean back go and hit em with chris, it’s like i’m losing my fits
m.o.b. you know that we thoed
we bout to reload, unlock and explode
y.s.p. you know it don’t stop
this here for lil’ pop, we stay on the block n-gg-

[hook]

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