Chris Mullin Corner Shot

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I never woke up with hate in my blood You never spoke up, dirty niggas can't relate to the suds [?] to us, industry shaking it up They too busy out here faking the love There's already a war on drugs Cannabis is the big bazooka You rappers smoke hookah Braggings winners be the biggest losers Sagging titties still gonna maneuver Y'all been cooking too long, now your food's shrunk Scrape your face until it lose paint It's a big move for niggas to wear their mask Now it's mandatory worldwide, think about that With the facts and the wordplay, the author is here Your rap style was born yesterday, the carcass is here Spit it spears, Vic sick, hospital tear Top of my game, rocking my chain and streetwear Looking fresher than rappers that got a budget Looking dapper at functions trafficking bunions Oh shit you should run for your life Gun to your back you know where I'm at But niggas don't want none of that (So I) sit back, let the balls get scratched I feel like I'm better than all these cats I got the big pack [?] All in for rap, goodnight the naps is running laps The way I got busy, I gets drizzy High off my own abilities to kill a beast Vic on the killing spree, kill at will But to kill me, you're gonna need eighty tons of steel Go chill by the rocks at the lakefront Got skills I could box with an ape chump Grinding on your girl, [?] call it the fake pump Pump It Up cam out, I wore all the skate dunks I'm with your girl we had great lunch (Babe) Nigga [Outro] When God made a basketball player He just carved Chris Mullin out And just said this is a player