Parade (feat. Freeway)

All **** envying Chris

I gotta load up and empty them clips

Now those pussies will back up

Tommy G's difference from back up

Coming through the house creeping

I'm the new house keeping

Motha' fuck all that loud speaking

Call tha neighbours hear this loud speakers

No need for smalls keeping

Kill that bitch then we out freezing

Now that's some witnesses we leaving fuck the child proofing

As I cease ya fuck back and forth wit' tha rappers

That's gon' leave a back and forth wit' them clappers

And I ain't goin' back to court wit' them crackers

Want a district attorney

Stay strapped so those bitches won't burn me

Take that, where tha' F did you earn it?

Take the lesson and learn it

The most important is to pass it and burn it

Betta get it 'cause most of these rappers that talkin' ain't eva live it

Tha' **** that said they wit it

Said who did it

Get tha' fuck outta here, bitch ass ****, **** get fucked at tha' county, **** feel like this

Fresh off tour Philadelphia is your's

Freeway that's my lean way that help me score

Stay fresh dress and west blessed me wit' this track

Him and Chad West don't guess  **** they from North

P H I double L Y

Don't fuck wit tha props squad

Get it wit' tha sixth four

Don't fuck wit them big boys

Free to live fresh like them Mel Guy

Fuck ya killa wit tha knife its similar to Columbine and Free

Don't get down like nobody's boys

He that boy that you know get to workin'

And **** start hurtin' let you purchase a from 'em

Yeah keep his hammer closer then Kim to 'em

So playaz and robbers I'm out tha question

Cops ask my fiends 21 questions but I answer 21 extras

Flex tha suburban

Bullets dipped in detergent

Full planes of curosion

Hit ya fucking flesh up

Have you **** playing catch up

Take a pop out tha poppers, block for blocka

Get tha' beat without a steady beating S P U your point is what

Yeah my first name Neef and my last name Buck

From tha' first time I beef of a motha fucka mess up

Instead of knuckling up these motha fuckas get plucked

From where there young'z snatching grass and they trippin on dust

All they take is a puff these **** be right back at ya

Tryin' to leave ya **** living as snatches

About the cream we roll around like SWAT team with beams

And try not to hit no innocent teens about the cream

Work hard now, live up my dream

Ain't tryin' to stress ova no shorts or ugly things

That ain't for me or even my team

We be laying back in Suburbans and eatin' some beans

The more I go in this game the harder it seems

This shit been watered down tryin' to raise out tha ground

One was sweet ya peace still lugging around

Say Neef ain't sweet still repping tha town ya know

Fresh off tour Philadelphia is your's

Freeway that's my lean way that help me to score

Investin' in these businesses I make my business his

But this is Chris, address 'em if there's war

A message from Shakur all you got is a bitch

Ain't no pride in ya bitch she let 'em have it

She define them clips she astatic

And she rather walk wit' shells instead of matics

I get a kick outta tha bitch like Jet Lee

She went wild when them **** was hatin'

Got her boy outta tha situation wit one blow

So what now play you chumps loud

It's like red nose picture you punks growl

Get dumb found

Get him how

We catch him and beat him

Several bodies not one found

Not loyal to feed 'em

They neva found 'em guilty not one trial

Not one found that look any younger

'Cause the woulda been took me under

Fucking crackers

Girls love us that's what makes 'em hate us

Well fuck it dawg we make tha paper

Don't make us make tha papers

They can't fade us fuck what they go through hey

Halos halos go through clay go through tha way

Hit a bunch of teeth wit pine

Don't worry I can read they mind

Fuckin' faggots you **** eatin' so we brought a fork

We ask for beef those **** throw us pork

We throw them all up

When I'm shopping fill tha mall up

Cops everywhere exit out be for they block every stair

Now it's hot everywhere gotta bounce all out

Make you **** pure tha pounds all out

I need tha chronic now we gotta leave tha town

And fuck tha airport we bringing heaven

Coffee grinders takin' chronic

Lil rascals better be for December

I'm gone