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freddie foxxx - chancesellor lyrics

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haaaaaaaaaaa, yeah!
come on, ha!
check it out..

[verse one: freddie foxxx]
how many n-ggas wanna ride through 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-ggas so when i die you’ll, never forget me
i got underground money that’s spent like overground cash
i bust one shot and make 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, k!ll me like cyrus
or martin 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 malc’ in me
who run they mouth at me?
i’ll bare foot stomp your -ss like i got south in me
n-ggas be screaming, they hardcore, but need to be hard more
i lay your gangsta -ss out on thee hard floor
bumpy knucks keep it real raw
be in your mouth like i’m the black mandible claw
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 bumpy 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-ggas like i’m s-d-stic
hear n-ggas 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 krupt -ss n-ggas that pre-stalk guys
they got hawk eyes, brain clouded with the traumatic
that can make you a calm in the chair, hand on the napalm addict
you n-ggas don’t want no static, cause i have you breathing light – you’se
an asthmatic
mr. pataki, your death penalty ain’t gon’ stop me from watching my
favorite channel;
eleven mackie, shot out the acy – cause some white boy call me blackie
so we played this little game called cl!ck-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-ggas 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-gga ]

[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-ggas in the game is just real hard copy’s
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-ggas in the pen, that might never come home again
i’mma keep it sweet for ya, keep it street for ya
and every dime i don’t make, i’ll take from these wack -ss rap n-ggas
tunnel bangers we strap n-ggas, darranger by the -ssh0l-
n-ggas walking type funny, keep ya eyes pealed for the money
we rob b-tches too, so don’t run ya mouth honey
i’m i’m distant cousins 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-ggas screamin “yo, where bump kneezy at?!”
i’m in the cut, but i can’t sit back and watch these rap n-ggas 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 (bumpy 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”
bumpy knucks is gangsta! “no doubt”
oh you forgot, it’s gangsta! “no doubt”
keep it gully, it’s gangsta! “no doubt”

- freddie foxxx lyrics

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