Chris Ward - It's Ok! lyrics

(*talking*) Uh uh, yeah-yeah uh yeah-yeah Uh yeah-yeah, yeah yeah [Chris Ward] Ten bricks n***a, in a Benz six n***a It's your motherf**ing n***a, C. Ward Five years later, and I'm five times greater It's your motherf**ing n***a, C. Ward What's my motherf**ing name, put a bullet in your head Leave your shirt red, cause pussies get bled It's the spokesman, from Y.S.P I can't lie until I die, it's S.U.C I conversate for a thee, do a verse for three Whenever you f** with me, it's gon cost you a fee I rip shows, get rid of those girls you be liking and loving Cause to me, they just bullsh** hoes Live and direct, from the 7-1-Tre Where n***as be holding you down, like everyday It's the flyest, n***a talking Someone give me the space, cause I'm the flyest n***a walking I'm way out, this atmosphere What is it 0-3 sh**, I'll be back next year With some new sensations, game to give y'all M.O.B. Style, this is how we live y'all See it's the, hoe slapper Pimp, slash flow rapper Rap rhymes rap flows, rap bricks rap hoes Pay the price for anyone of the four, and I'll wrap those Bad hoes I f** em, after that I duck em Cigarellos I stuff em, with endo and puff em b**hes on dick, wanting some'ing for nothing That might surprise you, but to me it's nothing I'm irresisitable, attitude is despicable I pop out on your kids, like peek-a-boo Huh, it's ghetto pimping on a track sh** I'm like a gat, some every n***a need in his Lac Chris Wizzard, watch how you pronounce the sh** G's up hoes down, while you motherf**ers bounce to this uh G's up hoes down, while you motherf**ers bounce to this [Hook] Before you dog you dying, and busting your eye in Take the stand you lying, it's ok If you cook it cut it, watch f** it all your n***as in public Them b**hes love it, it's ok If you hard right now, it's the greatest on the buck Looking for some'ing to f**, it's ok If you slide in with her, it's ok If you slide in with him, it's ok [Big Pokey] I'm the n***a, that you 'spose to know Same n***a that's suppose to touch the rock, when it's fourth and fo' I'm hot, but my freestyle fo' below Step on feet, sorry if I broke your toe My hoes, call me Mr. finesse I'm a throwback n***a, old school just like Mitchell & Ness And them scared n***as, check they chins Fake left hand shakes, I see through you like a contact lens Now honor, my words M.O.B., money over bullsh** right now I got a gun and a bird Mob n***as, move in herds You need to stop, I co*k a five pound Glock that can move your curb Ain't no n***a, like a Mob Style n***a Cause a Mob Style n***a, don't quit Ain't no b**h, like a Mob Style b**h Cause a Mob Style b**h, rock pits Does it a day, new Chanelle negaleshe Buying for real, bout they bread and don't play I'm a bull like I'm born in May, I rush n***as Stay in your place, you bump too much hush n***a In a trap, open your eyes and see your face I'm here to stay like a test in your skin, you missed a space These hoes wanna give me they a**, give me your face Cannon on my waist, cause these n***as is hoes And you move, I walk in I'm taking the show Whip n***as with this pen, like I'm taking the sco' First, I'ma hit em with this Lean back go and hit em with Chris, it's like I'm losing my fits M.O.B. you know that we thoed We bout to reload, unlock and explode Y.S.P. you know it don't stop This here for Lil' Pop, we stay on the block n***a [Hook]