Fizzy Womack - AZ's Chillin lyrics

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Fizzy Womack - AZ's Chillin lyrics

Aight I'm waitin on you.. [AZ] AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings Used to hide the crack in the hotel ceilings But that was way back when I was wholesale fillers We made a k**ing off our little bity buildings But really them lil' gun silly n***as still illin Clip is chillin, chips to the ceiling Shot in ninety-six June this wound still healing That's right, this three-wheeling got it good And if you never had it locked in your own hood you should Stop frontin, and lookin hard 'Fore the gym star sneeze, leave your face scarred it's No more bosses, girls think that I'm god I'm a Young full artist either eat or you starvin Either beef or you barred, the finger either the yard I'm sittin peepin my odds before seekin peace in the Mars but Still do me cause it's easy to do So the fly CEO, I ain't easy to j** And that's how it is, you can ask Blitz Jail, for more than aggravated a**ault Wild Style took it to trial said it's all his fault AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings My cons-tributions to this jam Is confusing because I am... ... low key and y'all know the deal And when you real then you real no need to ice grill YES, I'm nice still, YES, my mic sk**s Is so ill for real give myself slight chills And I get money, money I got Big bottles of Belve keep the bloodflow hot Bone's up in queen, wood in the feds Wild born and barred n***as hold your head Cause I'm still here, hustle with no fear The muscle is still here that love be still sheer I dare, a muh'f**er pull my card I got more than a great big bodyguard So press up if you wanna get served I survived in the hood, now I'm all in the burbs With the ba** on thump, suitcase in the trunk Probably UV with the tooly lettin Akon pump AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings How long can I lay to touch millions 'fore that AK spray or sprays on civilians I'm five for five, I'm rated R I'm gifted, and I'm goin far Down the ave, to the spot Four dubs of 'dro that's all I copped No mo' but chammy that's all I pop So solo with the fam that we all we got Hate for what, I live that life I done drove every car, I did that ice Done touched a few broads, some hid they wife I was too large to dodge, had to deal my life I kept it fair, I played the game Now it's time for the whole world to know my name AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings Just do the dance that's easy to do Lean back or that two-step, what's easy for you This jam is on and on and on Guaranteed airplay 'til your breath is gone! I get the money so I don't care, I do-I don't care, I do-I don't care New York get that money so I don't care, get the-get the money so I don't care Cali get that money so I don't care, I do-I don't care, I don't care Miami get that money so I don't care, get the-get the money so I don't care Detroit get that money so I don't care, I don't care, I do-I don't care Chi-Town get that money so I don't care, I don't care, I do-I don't care Atlanta get that money so I don't care, get the-get the money so I don't care