Chill

Nelly

Composición de: C. Haynes/A. Cherrington
[Intro: Nelly] 
Yo, what you tell a muh'fucker with two black eyes? 
Nothin, you done already told his punk-ass twice 

[Ali] 
D, E, R, R, T, Y (we back, we back, we back) 
We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do? 
Yo.. 

Aiyyo stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute 
Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods "woot-woot" 
Watch the Crips loc' it up, we back, we got our focus up 
St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that 
Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds 
Start readin some things, we got it, holla at us, c'mon 
Easy with that murder murder murder, kill kill 
We did that back when I was born, Bill Bill 
But I still do the knowledge, let me give you the math 
I rock a 7-and-a-half for my 7-and-a-half 
I be with Moses and Kane & Abel puttin in work 
I slap a nun, beat the reverend up, spit in his church 
My Derrty niggaz come through, we turn the heat up in June 
We at the party mackin, even throw a bitch in the room 
Menage-a-trois, Murph' is {?}, me and Law 
Cause we the baddest muh'fuckers that you seen thus far, so 

[Chorus 2X: Ali] 
Nigga chill (chill) calm down (calm down) 
Watch your words (watch your words) don't let your mouth get ahead of ya 
You really talkin wreckless right now (right now) 
And we know you ain't built for that (nope) 

[City Spud] 
Look, learn, listen, check it 
Start your cars up, trick your broads out 
Pump your hard up, homie now put your guard up 
You throw that one-two but, look how I jab you 
No need you run in the derrty, homie I had to 
You was doin a lot of talkin (yup) a lot of barkin 
But your bite was nothin, guess you mighta been frontin 
Yo ain't no mic to it, City see right through it 
I was born to be the shit like I was Mike Hewitt{?} 
Don't, test me though, homie I might do it 
Check my track record, the feelin go right to it 
It was easy for me, I was born to win 
You was born to hate me, you should be born again 
You with Mike and Kevin, we with Law and them 
You cop American cars, we cop foreign 'em 
Take a look at us derrty, we put the star in them 
No slow stray bullets nigga, we Brett Favre'n them 

[Kyjuan] 
You gots to chill, and let your conscience be free 
Lil' boy, obviously y'all ain't fuckin with Ky' 
You see I stays real high, but I be's low-key 
I'm so allergic to the line e'rybody know me 
You know what? (What?) Why shouldn't y'all hate? 
Cause y'all so half decent, we Frosted Flakes great 
And these ain't came out yet, I know y'all so late 
I smoke zips, you pop 8's, damn what a waste 
My lady is so happy, yours masturbates 
You wash up in a sink, nigga I bathe in a lake 
The way y'all copy our style ASCAP should make y'all pay 
But they don't, so I'ma smoke a joint and get to the point 
The muh'fuckin point is keep my name out your mouth 
Unless you sayin how we repped the Lou, since we came out 
We've been winners since we came out, yo' mouth keep my name out 
You don't wanna see thirty cardinal birds with they thangs out 

[Chorus] 

[Murphy Lee] 
Murphy Lee God-body (like) take shit from nobody (nope) 
Nelly bought it for me so that's my Maserati (yup) 
Y'all know about me, I'm so far from sloppy (dirty) 
You not a female nigga, so how can you top me? 
My style can't be copied people trust me (trust me) 
Even though you look like me, your flow musty (musty) 
That means you stinkin, what you think's extinct 
Been gone too long to even dig up the bones 
I'm on my new-new, upgrade the kush from the doo-doo 
That's a big step, but that's how niggaz from the Lou do 
Last rap was too cool, but this one is too damn hot 
You wack rappers think you hot when you not (this is why I'm hot) 
All this I talk slick shit as if you really did shit 
Thinkin you deserve my spot, well thurr it is then 
Gave niggaz time but now I'm back with a few of my friends 
Lunatics 'bout to do this again, ohh 

[Chorus] 

[Nelly] 
Uh, tell you somethin... 
You should see their faces when I walk in the facility 
Mean mug, what's the purpose of you ice-grillin me? 
You're killin me but really B, you ain't on my radar 
Always used the right amount of strokes, that's why I stayed par 
I ain't no killer lil' silly nigga but they are 
You got the same ride as me but that's just my day car 
My decor, might be Levi's and a A-R 
15 G's in my pocket just to play cards 
So meet me in the casino, way in the back 
Me and her fleein the scene, away in the 'Llac 
She say she feelin her bean, a green of a stack 
She say she like it obscene, I'm way in the knack{?} 
In fact, you niggaz ain't like me, you salty (nah) 
Me, I'm like pepper cause I spice shit up 
The Flavor Flav of the game cause I hype shit up 
Might call my hundred watt niggaz in to light shit up 
You better chill 

[Chorus]
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