Chill Lyrics

[Intro: Nelly]
Yo, what you tell a muh'f***** with two black eyes?
Nothin, you done already told his punk-a** twice
D, E, R, R, T, Y (we back, we back, we back)
We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do?

Aiyyo stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute
Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods "woot-woot"
Watch the Crips loc' it up, we back, we got our focus up
St. Lunatics, n**** know that, know that
Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds
Start readin some things, we got it, holla at us, c'mon
Easy with that murder murder murder, kill kill
We did that back when I was born, Bill Bill
But I still do the knowledge, let me give you the math
I rock a 7-and-a-half for my 7-and-a-half
I be with Moses and Kane & Abel puttin in work
I slap a nun, beat the reverend up, spit in his church
My Derrty n***** come through, we turn the heat up in June
We at the party mackin, even throw a b**** in the room
Ménage-à-trois, Murph' is {?}, me and Law
Cause we the baddest muh'f****** that you seen thus far, so

[Chorus 2X: Ali]
n**** chill (chill) calm down (calm down)
Watch your words (watch your words) don't let your mouth get ahead of ya
You really talkin wreckless right now (right now)
And we know you ain't built for that (nope)

[City Spud]
Look, learn, listen, check it
Start your cars up, trick your broads out
Pump your hard up, homie now put your guard up
You throw that one-two but, look how I jab you
No need you run in the derrty, homie I had to
You was doin a lot of talkin (yup) a lot of barkin
But your b*** was nothin, guess you mighta been frontin
Yo ain't no mic to it, City see right through it
I was born to be the s*** like I was Mike Hewitt{?}

Check my track record, the feelin go right to it
It was easy for me, I was born to win
You was born to hate me, you should be born again
You with Mike and Kevin, we with Law and them
You cop American cars, we cop foreign 'em
Take a look at us derrty, we put the star in them
No slow stray bullets n****, we Brett Favre'n them
You gots to chill, and let your conscience be free
Lil' boy, obviously y'all ain't f***** with Ky'
You see I stays real high, but I be's low-key
I'm so allergic to the line e'rybody know me
You know what? (What?) Why shouldn't y'all hate?
Cause y'all so half decent, we Frosted Flakes great
And these ain't came out yet, I know y'all so late
I smoke zips, you pop 8's, d*** what a waste
My lady is so happy, yours m*********s
You wash up in a sink, n**** I bathe in a lake
The way y'all copy our style ASCAP should make y'all pay
But they don't, so I'ma smoke a joint and get to the point
The muh'f***** point is keep my name out your mouth
Unless you sayin how we repped the Lou, since we came out
We've been winners since we came out, yo' mouth keep my name out
You don't wanna see thirty cardinal birds with they thangs out


[Murphy Lee]
Murphy Lee God-body (like) take s*** from nobody (nope)
Nelly bought it for me so that's my Maserati (yup)
Y'all know about me, I'm so far from sloppy (dirty)
You not a female n****, so how can you top me?
My style can't be copied people trust me (trust me)
Even though you look like me, your flow musty (musty)
That means you stinkin, what you think's extinct
Been gone too long to even dig up the bones
I'm on my new-new, upgrade the kush from the doo-doo
That's a big step, but that's how n***** from the Lou do
Last rap was too cool, but this one is too d*** hot
You wack rappers think you hot when you not (this is why I'm hot)
All this I talk slick s*** as if you really did s***
Thinkin you deserve my spot, well thurr it is then
Gave n***** time but now I'm back with a few of my friends
Lunatics 'bout to do this again, ohh

Uh, tell you somethin...
You should see their faces when I walk in the facility
Mean mug, what's the purpose of you ice-grillin me?
You're killin me but really B, you ain't on my radar
Always used the right amount of strokes, that's why I stayed par
I ain't no killer lil' silly n**** but they are
You got the same ride as me but that's just my day car
My décor, might be Levi's and a A-R
15 G's in my pocket just to play cards
So meet me in the casino, way in the back
Me and her fleein the scene, away in the 'Llac
She say she feelin her bean, a green of a stack
She say she like it obscene, I'm way in the knack{?}
In fact, you n***** ain't like me, you salty (nah)
Me, I'm like pepper cause I spice s*** up
The Flavor Flav of the game cause I hype s*** up
Might call my hundred watt n***** in to light s*** up
You better chill

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