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Champion

 

Champion


[Chorus:]
I'm a champion
I trip up on em real slow
Pen up in my hand
And when I write?
I kill for
I'm a champion
Look at how my car shine
Look at how the time fly
G4, G4's

[B.G.:]
Hello ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the boys and girls
Come and ride with me
And we gon' take a trip around the world
You know the block is mine
I know you never seen a watch like mine
Keep that glock
You hear them shots when they done try to stop my shine
Laying in a G4
Hop in a GT
Ride around watch these niggas tryna be me
No you can't but wish you could
I'm just too street
I'm just too hood
Gotta like my style
Gotta like my swagger
Everything you got believe I done had
Fall in the club
It's raining stacks
G by the club
They probably laugh
Oh yes, I'm chopper city
Whole Down South riding with me
Big Benzo sitting pretty
Oh, you know how I'm living
I went from rags to riches
Went from riches to rags
They hollering “Dammit he back
He made it
Don't buy him cash”

[Chorus:]

[Layzie Bone:]
The nigga started off falling then I got on my toes
A nigga never looked back
Now I'm running you hoes
Gotta know whoever wanna ever oppose
About my cash flow
Nope, fin to black fo-fo
Yep
Ya'll really wanna test these nuts
Nigga what? What the fuck?
Wanna press up your luck
Soldiers from the 9
9 never give up
On my money-making mission and I can't get enough...
Of this game (Fuck the fame)
Give you lots of pull
Been a thug on the block
Been popular
Only takes one shot
Then you out the door
I'm a bonafide champ
Keep it locked and loaded
That's why I ain't playing witcha
No mercy
No, no, no pity
Real niggas I know they feel me
My thug in the chopper city
Only roll with them thoroughbreds
Yep
Real niggas that twirl heads, playa
See the 5-50 hit the curb
You better ask yaself
Is the world fair?
Do the world care?
Shit, maybe it don't
No matter the case I'ma get what I want
Gotta be clean every first of the month
I'm a hustla with customers all at the door
That's right, still get it for the lo-lo
Still looking in the rear for the po-po
Still kick it in the heart of the ghetto
We champions, warriors and rebels
Better get on the level
Don't get it confused
I'm making major moves
Don't wanna have to fade you fools
I'ma tell you right now
Lil Lay don't lose

[Chorus]

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