Lyrics Everybody Hates Chris - Atg JayDee

Ain't falling off these niggas know I'm too legit
Might catch me beefing over money
I ain't beefing bout no bitch
If I pass her to lil bro and she go,
That's a assist
I got real hittas
I ain't really shit to get ya hit
Yea

Aunt walked in, kicked my cup, now I'm pissed
I know the opps listening tryna see is this a diss
100 grand to sign me tell the label suck my dick
JayDee making everybody hate, like he Chris

Want a feat? Then bring the bread
Yea I know that I can die cause it's a lot of niggas dead
Y'all know these niggas bitches it's a lot of niggas scared
She gone take you as a joke cause it ain't no knowledge in yo head
And my brother riding with me too whether he's riding on the pegs

When you get back to the city niggas bet not slip
Got the QP for 250 I want 80 for the zip
You ain't ever fake like you had some fye but had a clip
Don't be playing all them games that's gone get ya ass killed
Lost it all and now I'm back up in my bag like some chips
Bad bitch and you know that bitch spoiled like some milk
Bitch you pull up with that switchy you gone get ya ass whipped

Got lil Aunt out the to front me while I'm bussin' from the rear
(Bussin' from the rear)
We spinning shit like back to back we tryna catch a brain
Quit dissing gang before we bang
All you niggas lame
Stay in yo lane cause that thang
Make em rearrange
We come through with flames
19 make a nigga change

Ain't falling off these niggas know I'm too legit
Might catch me beefing over money
I ain't beefing bout no bitch
If I pass her to lil bro and she go,
That's a assist
I got real hittas
I ain't really shit to get ya hit
Yea

Aunt walked in, kicked my cup, now I'm pissed
I know the opps listening tryna see is this a diss
100 grand to sign me tell the label suck my dick
JayDee making everybody hate, like he Chris