(*talking*)
Yeah-yeah (yes sir), yeah (this your nig) C-Wig
Ya dig (ya dig), oh-oh I`m tripping (yeah), oh yeah
They already know though shit, I`m out of line man
This is Volume 2, this is what the fuck we do
Nigga I told you that shit huh
(do you hear this motherfucking shit), yeah-yeah listen
[Chris Ward]
A lot of hoe niggaz speaking war, but really mean peace
Fuck hibernating, cause shit I am a mean beast
I love the South, I was raised on these mean streets
I run through dirty turf, and stil I come out with clean cleats
Oh you looking for some work, in the green sheets
Fuck that, I`ll get you some work to stack some green sheets
Cars to hustle, you don`t know how much time I spent
On the grind trying to structure, and design my print
I`m the one behind the chrome grill, behind the Bent`
And you can see the pinky ring, on the grill behind the tint
Along with that the bracelet, and the charm got freeze
A lot of niggaz play hard, but softer than hot cheese
I`m C-Wigg, or C-Weez
The same one that told y`all, he`s fresher than Free-Breeze
I`m stil most wanted, stil most hated
My mail come heavily steadily, whether or not it`s postdated
And cause I`m out on bond, they say I`m a mobster
But I ain`t looking for trouble, I`m just looking to prosper
You might catch me eating chicken and shrimp, fetticini pasta
S.U.C,`s my click, and M.O.B. is the roster
I stay`s on my grizzlet, because I got`s to
One day I`m Dickie suited, the next day it`s LaCasta
But if you`d like, you could come to my la casa
Then you`d understand why, I walk and talk with a posture
That let`s you know, that I`m one of the freshest
But if you play with me, I`ll leave you and your crew stretched out on stretchers nigga
You ain`t gotta like my kind
Matter of fact, you ain`t gotta like my rhymes
That`s why everytime I spit it, I make sure you feel it
And let these haters know, I got a trifling mind bitch
(*talking*)
Ha-ha, that`s real spit (for real)
Like 40-Water would say, just listen
[Hook - 2x]
I grind cause I gotta grind, shine cause I gotta shine
I`m the reason that they wearing shades, cause I got `em blind
(*talking*)
Ha-ha you know, it don`t stop mayn
I do this all the time mayn, for real you know
[Chris Ward]
I ain`t come here looking for love, I came looking for a check
But at the same time, I ain`t even looking for respect
Cause I take what`s mine, and that`s what`s good to me
And there`s nothing, that these wanna-be rappers can do to me
Real niggaz feel my shit, cause I spit it truthfully
That`s why when it comes out, it sounds beautifully
Real niggaz feel my shit, cause I spit it truthfully
That`s why when it comes out, it sounds beautifully
Fa sho, the Yellowstone Spokesman`s in the house
Whatever you need get at me, in my neck of the South I got ya
(*talking*)
Naw on the for real though
When you in my neck of the South, I got ya nigga
[Hook]
