| Stay chizzled like a box of white Bitdaba-Fila
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| Luther ain’t no Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
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| Stay chizzled, check your vapor nigga
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| Bring the bardy of chess, then push it up harder than the rest
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| Stay chizzled, precisely cup, sharp the fuck
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| You thought this was a game we came to charge you up So take it to the brain, laid peoples, know how throw them things
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| Swiff on them toes, knockout blow, so stay chizzle
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| Ey yo Nas, I was tellin’them niggas on the ave.
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| the same shit the other day (right)
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| Kids gotta stay sharp (no doubt) or stay chizzle (chizzle)
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| Yo, perform, a chest naked, I’m lookin’sharp for the peoples
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| Not in my physical form, strong thoughts, I’m cock-diesel
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| Brolic with knowledge so flow with me Intelligence benchin', 4004−50, light a Dunbell L Inhale the hater, lunchgirl rings, sweatin'
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| Working up her appetite, settin'
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| Mental-calistetics got my mind stretchin', then I release it Have my whole frame bowgin’under diamond pieces
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| Take the weight of the world on my shoulders, I hold it So I consume most the pain for my niggaz I roll wit
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| 'Cause see, the streets ain’t no ghost-gym, papi
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| And if I feel it going down then my niggaz’ll spot me Without the mind, the body, weight don’t even mean nothin'
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| Let’s take 3 brothers and put them in the bing or something
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| Who’s gonna survive? |
| The wise man, the fool or the warrior
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| Well if all of their minds are chizzle, then all of them
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| I stay chizzle, like Snoop Dogg, fo’chizzle my nizzle
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| In them hardcore streets I’m a straight artificial
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| 6-pack, don motivator, throw on the weight up Kid try to front so I show him straight up Had to smoke click, flab a gasti
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| Way I was cutting 'em up, when kid yelled out Grab the basket
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| Tryied to rush me, luckily I wasn’t rusty
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| Pulled out, searched them all out like a custy
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| Couldn’t go out, highway with a blowout
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| Like Frank, I did it my way, no doubt
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| Large billionaire and I’m still here
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| Writing rhymes for this sphere, I do not feel fear
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| You heard, I’m the dude on deporture to Irv
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| And I tell you right now, kid, soft is word
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| That don’t discribe me, what y’all know is ______
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| Barbeque II, Nas right here beside me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stay Chisel , by - Large Professor. Song from the album 1st Class, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп