grind, still out for mine and I'm still me (Ain't no love), that's just how it is Sometimes you really gotta handle your bis [Chris Ward] With so much
tight, and come on up to the front Where the playas, thugs and the gangstas at come on Uh huh uh huh, yeah uh uh [Chris Ward:] They call me C-H-R-I,
a hustler ya know [Chris Ward] You see I rap, like it's Christmas time Shine harder than your neighborhood nigga, during Christmas time You hear a flow, that's a Chris
talking:] Uh uh, yeah-yeah uh yeah-yeah Uh yeah-yeah, yeah yeah [Chris Ward:] Ten bricks nigga, in a Benz six nigga It's your motherfucking nigga, C. Ward
ain't getting gangsta with it, (move to the do') Hooo (hooo), you moving it slow (work with it lil' mama, and move it some mo') [Chris Ward] I said
From C. Ward to you nigga, uh.. [Chris Ward] It's not real to be hard, in fact it's hard to be real And you gotta been through it, to know how I feel
(feat. Grit Boys, Dre Day) [50 Cent] This rap game, this rap game I ain't selling my soul, for this rap game And I ain't digging no hole, for this rap
Uh, uh, yeah-yeah, C. Weezy nigga.. [Chris Ward] Things just ain't the same, for mobsters That's why it's so hard, for real niggaz to prosper Everybody
t let it be a nightmare When you wake up screaming, I'm right there To lighten the mood, I'm like the sun with a bright glare [Chris Ward] I'm just sitting
