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  • Ridenhour - shocklee - harvey
    I see i'm peeking out ready to rumble
    So now i'm speaking out
    Against those
    That flip the way the story goes
    One never knows
    Who be flippin the script
    Whatever the traitors name
    My aim is dunk em like
    I'm chris webber
    So many phony smilin faces
    Traces of slander
    Got em comin outta funny places
    I had it an hear em
    Talkin loud behind my back
    What was good for the hood
    Is what they say is wack
    I take the stabbin & grin
    When i'm hit
    Cause i know the suckas smile
    When i leave em
    What i'm comin wit
    I cant complain about the money
    Although the suckas in the back
    They talkin ********t
    An laughin like its somethin funny
    I aim to make changes
    An never change
    Unless its for the better
    Cause i always been a go better
    Clean hustler
    Rhyme instead of muscle ya
    Born when ya thinkin i'm gone
    The terror era is on...
    I stand accused
    To the crews
    I paid my dues
    I stand accused
    I refuse
    To stand and lose
    I stand accused
    To the news
    I kick da blues
    I stand accussed
    I refuse
    I hear em talkin & walkin
    Behind my back i'm attacked
    ******** the knife in the back
    Cause it feels like they got an axe
    Yeah i can dig it wit a shovel
    I never dig dirt wit the devil
    Instead i'm on that other level
    But i took time to reach down
    To help the black & brown
    I never stood around
    I hear em talkin behind
    My mind
    In a ocean of sharks
    And a back full a hackmarks
    They say i'm fallin off
    Yeah, they better call it off
    & get muscle
    & find another hustle quick
    Sick n tired of critics
    But i can take a hit
    I'm all man
    Alley oopin the vocal on jams
    But they dont know it
    They can blow it
    & take a puff of dis joint
    I see i'm kissin it off the cuff
    Behind the back
    I'm pullin axes and blades out the arms & the legs
    Still my fellas get paid
    The terror era is on
    ******** a critic/******** ******** a critic
    All the ******** critics
    Can get the did dit
    All a ******** critic does is
    Draw a ******** line
    Cross a line and dis my rhyme
    & then they ass is mine
    If you find a critic dead
    Remember what i said
    Who killed a critic
    Guess the crew did it
    Say paybacks a crazy ass message
    Sent to the writers who criticize
    They're ******** wit afreedom fighter
    Who raises flags
    & dragged the klan in bodybags
    I hung em up in missisippi & bum ********
    This is chuck so what the hell
    You think i did it for
    To open doors from carolina to arkansas
    And lemme let em i met em
    I told my boys forget em
    An what they did got rid of me
    Negative
    But 94 got stunts & blunts in da mix
    I hear the crowd fallin vic
    To old ghetto tricks
    But if i wasn't your cousin
    Wed leave em in the dozens
    Of sellin out & bellin out
    Half pint 40 ounce
    Announce to the rest
    We had a fall out
    I never took a drink
    Never took a hit or bribe
    Or got spread by what a silly
    Rumor said
    Never sang or gang banged
    Sold out or rented hip hop
    Cause i know when to stop
  • Ridenhour - shocklee - harvey
    I see i'm peeking out ready to rumble
    So now i'm speaking out
    Against those
    That flip the way the story goes
    One never knows
    Who be flippin the script
    Whatever the traitors name
    My aim is dunk em like
    I'm chris webber
    So many phony smilin faces
    Traces of slander
    Got em comin outta funny places
    I had it an hear em
    Talkin loud behind my back
    What was good for the hood
    Is what they say is wack
    I take the stabbin & grin
    When i'm hit
    Cause i know the suckas smile
    When i leave em
    What i'm comin wit
    I cant complain about the money
    Although the suckas in the back
    They talkin ********t
    An laughin like its somethin funny
    I aim to make changes
    An never change
    Unless its for the better
    Cause i always been a go better
    Clean hustler
    Rhyme instead of muscle ya
    Born when ya thinkin i'm gone
    The terror era is on...
    I stand accused
    To the crews
    I paid my dues
    I stand accused
    I refuse
    To stand and lose
    I stand accused
    To the news
    I kick da blues
    I stand accussed
    I refuse
    I hear em talkin & walkin
    Behind my back i'm attacked
    ******** the knife in the back
    Cause it feels like they got an axe
    Yeah i can dig it wit a shovel
    I never dig dirt wit the devil
    Instead i'm on that other level
    But i took time to reach down
    To help the black & brown
    I never stood around
    I hear em talkin behind
    My mind
    In a ocean of sharks
    And a back full a hackmarks
    They say i'm fallin off
    Yeah, they better call it off
    & get muscle
    & find another hustle quick
    Sick n tired of critics
    But i can take a hit
    I'm all man
    Alley oopin the vocal on jams
    But they dont know it
    They can blow it
    & take a puff of dis joint
    I see i'm kissin it off the cuff
    Behind the back
    I'm pullin axes and blades out the arms & the legs
    Still my fellas get paid
    The terror era is on
    ******** a critic/******** ******** a critic
    All the ******** critics
    Can get the did dit
    All a ******** critic does is
    Draw a ******** line
    Cross a line and dis my rhyme
    & then they ass is mine
    If you find a critic dead
    Remember what i said
    Who killed a critic
    Guess the crew did it
    Say paybacks a crazy ass message
    Sent to the writers who criticize
    They're ******** wit afreedom fighter
    Who raises flags
    & dragged the klan in bodybags
    I hung em up in missisippi & bum ********
    This is chuck so what the hell
    You think i did it for
    To open doors from carolina to arkansas
    And lemme let em i met em
    I told my boys forget em
    An what they did got rid of me
    Negative
    But 94 got stunts & blunts in da mix
    I hear the crowd fallin vic
    To old ghetto tricks
    But if i wasn't your cousin
    Wed leave em in the dozens
    Of sellin out & bellin out
    Half pint 40 ounce
    Announce to the rest
    We had a fall out
    I never took a drink
    Never took a hit or bribe
    Or got spread by what a silly
    Rumor said
    Never sang or gang banged
    Sold out or rented hip hop
    Cause i know when to stop