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letra de funk house - champ m.c.

[intro: champ m.c. talking faintly]

[champ m.c.]
n-ggas don’t know what they getting into
i got tricks up my sleeve for b-tch -ss n-ggas like you, f-ck it
if you wanna come test me, call the cops to arrest me
i pull the plug on my worst enemy
my lyrics teach you how to leave a scar across your grill
you better chill before you cause me to get real ill
but first let me put an end to this discussion
you get slapped with a two piece, knocked out with a concussion
f-ck it, thats how i live it in the nineties
speaking real candid or get the ??? out the socket
don’t mistake me for a sucka, a punk
or a b-tch -ss n-gga like yo momma
thats how im feeling what i’m dealing with
i be chillin while ya’ll n-ggas be on that bullsh-t
how does it feel to ?squat a vein? on the next mans d-ck
f-ckin and suckin every five dollar trick
you on some bullsh-t

[interlude: champ m.c.]
mic checka one two and like this and like this ya’ll and that ya’ll
mic check one two it’s like this ya’ll
ayo champ, i want you to kick that flava flava sh-t
comin at you right now, right now, hit it

[champ m.c.]
i know i be buggin sometimes but i want some more real sh-t
hip to the fullest, n-ggas wish they could just
f-ck with the b-tch that got sk!lls
but still, i k!ll any n-gga if i will
burn and torture that -ss so i can see ya blood boil
dry your -ss up and toil with your brain
i’m insane and i can’t maintain the pain
i stick a knife in your kidney
should i hold in your hands so you know i’m thinkin ??
f-ck it, don’t let it get to your head
any ??? my moms and you all can drop dead
so get all your f-ckin blunts
and wish luck on the next motherf-ck who who thinks they can test me
my mind is all gone, far away as a ??? sheep
testin me, lyricaaly, i’m not the one, you must be crazy
gimme the microphone, i heat it up and then i swayzie

[interlude: champ m.c.]
yeah, know what i’m sayin, check it, check it out
this goes out either one, know what i’m sayin
the real n-ggas, the ftbs, the buddha bandits
know what i’m sayin, you know how the f-ck we do
know what i’m sayin, n0body here lacking
cuz the champ mc’s cold macin
yo hit me with that ??? burst

[champ m.c.]
just watch how i flip it, tight sh-t, always make a smash hit
gimme the microphone and i’mma rip it
take it, i always stay mad dip, heat the mic up real quick
don’t gimme no lip, don’t gimme no lip, n-ggas be poppin mad sh-t
i heard people say i have a split personality
who gives a f-ck, see in reality, that’s me g
who the h-ll are you to be minding mine?
i got rhymes and tec nines to show bad rap the real time
so you wanna be a gangsta?
walk around with a cellu’ phone and a big -ss saker
you’re played, and i know what you all about
yeah yeah, shout it out
i gets down like a n-gga and i’m pretty like a b-tch
and if you come up to bat, these rhymes will get pitched

[outro: champ m.c.]
yeah, check it out, check it out
yo i wanna take this fly sh-t right here to the ???
polygram representing like a mothaf-cka, know what i’m sayin?
i got family up in sant nick projects
and they still know i’m representing in the ??? squad, most definatly
yo, smooth it out like this, check it out

- champ m c

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