Lyrics Show's On! - blkkkchino

Ladies and Gentlemen of the hour
Right here we have blkkkchino
And right now... this is history in the making
(Yeah)
Please please hold the applauds

These bitches they come as soon as they go they moving just like they the MTA
And I'm From the slums and my Heart is cold you know that im gon trust my gang
Made in '99 but you would think I was right there getting lit up in 98
I'm sipping on Henny my stomach in Knots
We lit up on Berkeley for summer days
Cause a few of them niggas ain't make it back now
His momma is crying cause he dead
And she questioning God she don't understand
Why'd he take her son life like he Uncle Sam
Ain't no love in this life gotta chase a band
Fuck a Paramore don't need love again
Gotta stay on course watch the other end
Always staying loyal never bite the hand
And I vent to my dog he won't say nothing
And I really get money ain't bang nothing
Lotta niggas act funny and change colors
Stay away from the snakes man they stay under
You ain't never felt pain that's real talk
Now my cup looking murky brown water
Feel like I popped a Curry I feel off
Know the devil is working Dear Lord
Watch my back when I turn it feel lost
And to keep it a stack I need 10 more
And I keep all the facts on the down low
Man these niggas be yapping around foes

Chino

Protect yo energy at all times nigga
Yeah niggas ain't for you
Facts
(Money... on my... mind... all the... time... all the... time woah)
Live good
Smoke good
Get yo fetti right
Get yo mind right
And cut off any leech ass nigga in your circle nigga
(Sheeesh)
Loyalty over errrythang
Money over these bitches
Money over these hoes you know how that go
Berkeley whadddup!

(No no no they can't take my soul)

IMPACT
Gang shit