Anger Management

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Chris] I started out last [?] smack this Had the Roc in the background, videos pumpin [?] No [?] since back then [?] rapping An actress or rather [?] Bill Cosby, he got [?] [?] Superman that's afraid of hights Been a run for this crack baby, [?] Don't be that rapper that's taking lights and taking life Cause them crackers gon make you write till you make it right Giving it to niggas who been asking him While I show Slay the slay of lyrical [?] Match me with any name in the game I been practicing No more [?] when I show you [?] [?] panic When all the gut feeling can get a niggas a sandwitch [?] [?] work on his roster [?] [Chorus: Loaded Lux] [?] the block So I tell mama that her boy got shot [?] Did that nigga dirty, hit that boy in the streets Make them choppers chop man Did it right on his block man So the nigga hit the ground y'all The boy stood over [?] [Verse 2: Loaded Lux] Dope in the silverwear Lighter to the spoon [?] to your arm Fire in your wound How does the devil kiss ya? Higher than the moon Strapped with a big extention, [?] And the county on [?], whippin [?] [?] cake and some TV's Chop down, walk down on him Baby [?] Fuck all the rap, pap pap,take 3 D's Rap game bunch of [?] doing [?] First round niggas [?] league Now we getting richer off the [?] Hitting [?] before C Breeze Tell them all [?] ET [?] SP Oh yes we Rob for SD Smoke the best tree [?] left me A motherfucker test me, I wack him like Peshy 17 up in this [?] [Chorus: Loaded Lux] [?] the block So I tell mama that her boy got shot [?] Did that nigga dirty, hit that boy in the streets Make them choppers chop man Did it right on his block man So the nigga hit the ground y'all The boy stood over [?] [Verse 3: Gunplay] Don't ever oah me no money, or call me out on my name Rob one of my homies, or put fingers on my chain That'll get you killed, that'll get you wacked Inasent of you, it don't even matter I'm all about my name, you can ask TMZ Slap them with the 40, for being shark with the feet Niggas know not to play, Imma go out the way Imma lay on your lawn, Imma pop up when you yaun Fuck a 5O, that pussy paying us I'm the one that did it, he the one that say it was RA [?], burners make him sizzle You so unofficial, like a broken reff wissle Choppers make your mama scream, knocking bitches off the walls and [?] off of [?] Babies out of cradles in the name of revenge Driving doghnuts in my Chevy, do the same with my Benz [Chorus: Loaded Lux] [?] the block So I tell mama that her boy got shot [?] Did that nigga dirty, hit that boy in the streets Make them choppers chop man Did it right on his block man So the nigga hit the ground y'all The boy stood over [?]