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chrisco - the intro lyrics

[verse]
now, the reason i’m here is to maintain fear
in the minds and the ears of the weakest artists
i’ma keep on tryin’ and keep on livin’ in the way the street has taught us
sick wit’ it, completely nauseous
these rappers is easy targets
they just wanna get famous but these lames don’t know that we be bosses
just ask the circle, we pass the purple in the blunt or the styrofoam
just pass the girl and i bet the world she ain’t leavin’ ’til i get dome
one hand on the microphone, other hand holds og kush
we ain’t gon’ stop, we’ll never back down
we can’t be bought, we won’t be pushed
i don’t give a sh+t about you, your crew or you f+ckin’ roll with
i’m a real og and yeah that means my tree is f+ckin’ potent
it’s fire, nothin’ frozen, like, “what the f+ck y’all smokin’?”
shouts out prev’, shouts out mad’, h+ll yeah i f+ck with swollen
shouts out to southern cali, shouts out to cob
right now i’m in the booth and i’m rippin’ this beat that’s made by alc
you armed’s what they tell me, “f+ck off” what i tell you
involved in a movement where there’s no way of predictin’ what they’ll do
when the track comes on, seems that the satisfaction’s gone
i’m here to bring that back, we need that back
to breathe in fact, enough of these wack ass songs
they remind me of plastic bongs, they got no f+ckin’ value
you could run through a pound a day and still not smoke as much as i do
got so much high class, more like high in class, but i did pass
nod your head to this and i guarantee that it’ll define whiplash
got flow but i could spit fast, with sixteen ways that i could get cash
and just one rule: don’t play by the pool if you truly are trying not to get splashed
oh, you don’t like my style? i give a f+ck what you tell me
think you can battle with me? dawg, that’s like ‘pac versus nelly
my fans is fiendin’, i need all of the rock you could sell me
been through the struggle but today i’m just proud to be wealthy
’cause i remember being broke and eating rice with liver
but now i’m flying out to vegas every night for dinner
thou has delivered, this a gift to be rippin’ a track this hard
words just cannot describe how intense he and all his actions are

- chrisco lyrics

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