The ChanceSellor

Lyrics

[Intro] Haaaaaaaaaaa! Yeah! Come on! Ha! Check it out... [Verse 1] How many niggas wanna ride through here with me? If it's some thug shit you on – bring it on, baby, come and get me C'mon! Huh, Pete Rock, hit me So I can spit the flame on you niggas, so when I die you'll never forget me I got underground money that spend like overground cash I'll bust one shot in if you break the fifty yard dash Underground gon' last, if we remove the virus Some of the shit I spit'll make you wanna kill me like Cyrus Or Martin King from the balcony, don't let me get no alch' in me Or I'll be standin in the window with the AK, like I got Malc' in me Who run they mouth at me? I'll barefoot stomp your ass like I got South in me Niggas be screaming, they hardcore, but need to be hard more I'll lay your gangsta ass 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 before Maybe in peace, or maybe in war – I'm the ChanceSellor [Hook] Chance, Sellor (Ha, ha!) Chance, Sellor Chance, Sellor (Yeah!) Chance, Sellor (Now you motherfuckers get to meet..) Chance, Sellor Chance, Sellor (The ChanceSellor!) Chance, Sellor ChanceSellor (That's right!) Chance, Sellor Chance, Sellor (I'ma show ya how I gets busy in this muhfucka) Chance, Sellor Chance, Sellor [Verse Two: Freddie Foxxx] Me and the mic be like Starsky and Hutch Don't fuck with us, we will roll on you and smoke like you was in a Dutch Huh! Such ludicrous ideas Tryna make Bumpy Knucks disappear 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 bitch-smack niggas like I'm sadistic Hear niggas 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 corrupt ass niggas 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 niggas don't want no static 'Cause I'll have you breathing like you'se an asthmatic Mr. Pataki, your death penalty ain't gon' stop me from watching my favorite channel – 11 MAC'ie Shot out to ahki, 'cause some white boy called me Blackie So we played this little game called 'click-ety, clack-ety' Now there's three blackies, and we'll dance for ya... (Ha! Ha! Ha!) (C'mon!) I'm the ChanceSellor [Hook] Chance, Sellor Chance, Sellor (Check it out...) Chance, Sellor Chance, Sellor (It's motherfuckin' cold outside...) Chance, Sellor Chance, Sellor ('Cause you niggas ain't keeping it hot...) Chance, Sellor ChanceSellor Chance, Sellor (So now...) Chance, Sellor Chance, Sellor (Ha! The ChanceSellor) Chance, Sellor (Back on the mothafuckin' blocks out here!) [Verse 3] I'm underground from now, through like 'til death Even if I end up being the only real one left 'Cause I'm the true black gangsta, real hard papi Lotta niggas in the game is just real hard copy's Not built to stop me; if you try an' pop me You'll probably end up in the morgue, in a six drop three Got done by the hottest emcee With the meanest overhand rights since Muhammed Ali (Slip... POW!) For my niggas in the pen, that might never come home again I'ma keep it sweet for ya, keep it street for ya And every dime I don't make, I'll take from these wack ass rap niggas Tunnel bangers, we strap niggas, Derringer by the asshole Niggas walking type funny, keep ya eyes peeled for the money We rob bitches too – so don't run your mouth, honey I'm distant cousins to Genghis Khan I run up in cities and take shit over, that's word is bond Drama turns me on, a real Aphrodisiac I hear niggas screamin', "Yo, where Bump Kneezy at?!" I'm in the cut But I can't sit back and watch these rap niggas fuck it up I'm the ChanceSellor! [Hook] Chance, Sellor (Yeah!) Chance, Sellor (Check it out!) Chance, Sellor Chance, Sellor (The motherfuckin' 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 (In the motherfuckin' house!) [Outro: Freddie Foxxx, Pete Rock scratches] "You know how we do" "No doubt..." Yeah! 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..."