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DJ Mike Watts
DJ Mike Watts
Jealousy got these niggas hit with felonies
Jealousy got these niggas hit with felonies
Jealousy got these niggas hit with felonies
Swishahouse, bitch
Niggas hatin' on me, niggas talkin' down
Hoe ass niggas roachin', prayin' I can help they career
Prayin' I can help they career, prayin' I can help they career
Chea, I got 99 problems but Chamillion ain't one
If you havin' trouble signin', I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems gettin' a deal ain't one, hit me
Chea, I got 99 problems but Chamillion ain't one
If you haven't had a show, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems gettin' booked ain't one
Bottom line, he hatin' on dudes so it's units to move
But it's fucked up, before this I thought we was cool
I thought he was a dude that could sell on his own
But I was wrong, to come back he had to hate on Jones
You can ask Paul Wall, I never gave him my raps
'Cause in my personal opinion Chamillionaire was scrap
You said "D don't play me now" with some faggot shit
But that's funny 'cause the streets speak that shit is a hit
I'm gettin' deals offered to me for me by myself
Your deal disappeared quick soon as Paul Wall left
I got love for my niggas hustlin' out on the grind
But talkin' down on my name and shine is outta line
I'm on my grind, holdin' this underground rap down
I'm 'bout to drop platinum underground 'cause I run the town
But you say I'm wack
If that's a fact then why you wastin' time hatin' on me on 13th track?
Everywhere I go they be like "What's up with Chamillion?"
"Where is our clan folk for?" and "He from Jersey, villain"
While Chamillion on the mic roachin', villain
He can come back in the game, hatin' on me, he trippin'
I ain't 'bout to be fly, talkin' shit on skits
I'm 'bout to give y'all straight fact, nigga the real shit
I feel it's my time to put it all on the line
I can't believe you'll stoop this low to take my shine
You shoot slugs, mad 'cause I got a bigger buzz
So now you on the grind tryna fuck my name up
At least try, I sit at home and I wonder why Raza
Can't put that ugly ass chrome pimp in my ride
He got a Honda Accord with all that rust on it
Bitch I roll black on black, ain't got no dust on it
It's a must homie, that you and Chamill are square
Keep it real to the streets and take that weave out your hair
'Cause niggas don't wear that shit round here
And we don't dick ride other rappers down here (Down here)
From your CD, G-Unit must've been your influence
'Cause y'all went from colored chains to S-S-S-S-C-U-N
My nigga, what the fuck are y'all doin'?
Hatin' on me, your whole career get ruined
I used to have a lot of love for these niggas
But the streets made me have to crush these niggas
I spit facts, while you hoes spit fiction
I guess you mad at me 'cause you got cut off still tippin'
Real G's jam real shit
They want the realest, who give a fuck about a lyricist?
I'm spittin' true facts, soon he gon' have to retire
With all that fly shit, you wanna be fly? Pass out flyers
Chea, mixtape aside, came out with three discs
And outta all three discs we ain't heard one hit
Bitch, hoe ass nigga
I got 99 problems but Chamillion ain't one
If you havin' trouble signin', I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems gettin' a deal ain't one, hit me
Chea, niggas hatin' mane
I got 99 problems but Chamillion ain't one
If you haven't had a show, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems gettin' booked ain't one
King of the streets, holla at your boy
Hoe ass nigga
Hatin' on my name to come back in the game and get some fame
Chea, it's Mike Jones nigga
The king of the motherfuckin' streets
Chea, niggas hatin' mane
Mad 'cause Mike Jones runnin' the game mane
Put it down baby
King of the streets, holla at your boy
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