Casino Royale lyrics

[Khris P]
The problem is everybody slipped to giving when you supposed to ask
When you earn what you got, even if it ain't a lot, stretch it out, gotta make it last
And I hate Keith Sweat but I won't get sweat, visionin' nightmares'll fail ya
Woke up with a little thinkin', gotta take a risk right now cause life's a gamble
So who's down for roullette?
All about commitment, no bluff, bullsh*t, a chicken
You sheddin' feathers, I'll offend your coup where you cluckin' loud but ain't listenin'
Duckin' all the real n*ggas cause while they talkin', you missin'
You milk boxes, you two percent of the ninety-eight is just limpin'
So just quit hidin' from your problems get your ass up and get ends
And I came here to make dollas, I done made all of my friends
And I see you got a problem, ain't sh*t changed but my hair
Locked in just like my target so if you mad then you care
That's why we make a little money, spend a little money, take a little money, get a little money then we on it

[Ugly Frank]
Walk with the burner like Rambo, n*gga, we ain't on no f*ck sh*t
I talk with my hands, talkin' to Luther, come talk with your man
Greedy lil' n*gga with cheese in his vision, he secretly walkin' a huff in his pants
Back the f*ck back, b*tch, trampoline on my nutsack
Them n*ggas was talkin' rep, n*gga, grab your tech, lil' n*gga just dump that
Maintainin', rollin' f*ckin' tough, my n*ggas love that
If a n*gga talkin' slick, up on his block, that's where he slumped at by any f*ckin' means

[Khris P]
Ugly Frank, my partner them, on the block gettin' guap with them
Sandlot, I'm blocked with them, care a n*gga, any n*gga gettin' props from them
Talk, get run up, get done up bangin' this b*tch, get knucked if you buck up, cry mobbin' and sh*t
Classic on classic get dropped in this b*tch, f*ckin' mo'f*cka got me cussin' and sh*t
[Ugly Frank]
Ayo Khris I heard n*ggas was out here hatin'
Naw f*ck that dawg they finna learn quick when them chopper's sprayin'
Y'all grab your clip, them n*ggas b*tch made and they b*tches love us
Ain't that some sh*t, them n*ggas been paid but they b*tches f*ck us
Ain't that a b*tch, my n*gga Chase told me just pimp hoes, so I'm only gon' pimp hoes
Swank told me just get hoes, so I'm only gon' get hoes
Gig told me just f*ck hoes, so I'm only gon' f*ck hoes
Sandlot, we pimp, b*tch, sandlot, we run hoes

[Khris P]
Aye, what the f*ck, dawg? I used to be that n*gga that didn't wanna get it. How these b*tches keep on trippin', go the nerve to overlook me?
I mean I'm different, so that sh*t I'm lickin' pickin' up the pimp decision at the limits talkin' to the jeans
I realize the real eyes bond the real lies was wrong with the dilemma from the 'ginning
Ain't no f*ckin' way, man, I can't be catchin' feelings, life shed on me, then I really got to thinkin'
Do we love these hoes? "Hell no!"
Do we f*ck these hoes? "Hell yeah!"
Do they love us though? "I don't know."
Do we chase 'em though? "Hell naw!"
Man, if I did that it'd be federal so I only break 'em with a decimal
They say, "Why you playin', n*gga?", cause I got money to be makin', n*gga!

[Ugly Frank]
Hit up the block and I'm aimin', boy, chop chop, and I'm sprayin', boy
Hop scotch with that hot heat, hot head, now you flamin' boy
Click clack and your wig cracked. f*ck is that that you sayin' boy?
f*ck n*gga, your gang lame, mix matched at your game, boy
[Khris P]
Man, dookie ass n*ggas better keep they eyes on peel
Cause I got gorilla ass killas that got bananas on, chill

[Ugly Frank]
Aye b*tch, it's sandlot, n*gga, big burners get your wig peeled
I said it's sandlot, n*gga, oh no we keep it too trill

[Khris P]
Okay that purple potion motion got me roller coaster in the ocean
I keeps it wavy, against the notion that nobody wanna do they own sh*t, keep it G

[Ugly Frank]
Old n*ggas want beef with me, Old hoes won't speak to me
Everyday wrists iced down, pimp hoes that frequently
Told my main b*tch I'm a dog, b*tch ???? be with me
Told my main b*tch I'm a dog, b*tch won't get no freak from me
I'm swagged up and I'm ballin', ya-da mean like Keak Da Sneak
Got the chopper lean, I'll keep the peace, you a drama queen, you leakin' G
Kickin' up game at these b*tches away from my pistol, I aim it and hit you
You lay in a ditch, you a dame, you a b*tch, and you stay on your lynch, well I came to offend you, pus*y
Look at your b*tch all on my di*k, I'll pray I been you, pus*y
If that b*tch with your foggy n*ggas, stay your distance, pus*y
I blaze a spliff and get my di*k sucked while your n*ggas lookin'
My n*gga, Khris be cookin', I'm filthy, Aww man
[Outro]
Killed that sh*t...