St. Lunatics - Chill lyrics

[Introduction: Nelly] Yo, what you tell a motherf**er with two black eyes? Nothing, you did already tell his punk-a** twice [Verse 1: Ali] D, E, R, R, T, Y We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do? Yo.. Ey yo stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods "woo-woo" Watch the Crips loke it up, we back, we got our focus up St. Lunatics, n***a know that, know that Supreme the team, if we lose you open your minds Start readin some things, we got it, holla at us, come on Easy with that "murder, murder, murder, k**, k**" We did that back when I was born, real, real But I still do the knowledge, let me give you the math I rock a 7-and-a-half on my 7-and-a-half I be with Moses and Kane and Abel putting in work I slap a nun, beat the reverend up and spit in his church My Derrty n***as come through, we turn the heat up in June We at the party macking, even throw our b**h in the room Menage-a-trois, ? Cause we the baddest motherf**ers that you seen thus far [Chorus 2X: Ali] (So) n***a chill (chill) calm down (calm down) Watch your words (watch your words) don't let your mouth get ahead of you You really talking wreckless right now (right now) And we know you ain't built for that (nope) [Verse 2: City Spud] Look, learn, listen, check it Start your cars up, trick your broads up 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 bite was nothin, guess you might've been fronting Yo ain't no mic to it, City see right through it I was born to be the sh** like I was Mike Hewitt Don't, test me though, homie I might do it Check my track record, the flow that'll 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***a, we Brett Favre-ing them [Verse 3: Kyjuan] You gots to chill, and let your conscience be free Lil' boy, obviously y'all ain't f**in with Ky' You see I stays real high, but I be as low-key I'm so allergic to the line errybody 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, damn what a waste My lady is so happy, yours masturbates You wash up in a sink, n***a 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 muhf**in point is keep my name out your mouth Unless you saying 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 their thangs out [Chorus] [Verse 4: Murphy Lee] Murphy Lee God-body (like) take sh** 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***a, 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 stinkins, 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***as from the Lou do Last rap was too cool, but this one is too damn hot You wack rappers think you hot when you not (this is why I'm hot) All this I talk slick sh** as if you really did sh** Thinking you deserve my spot, well thurr it is then Gave n***as time but now I'm back with a few of my friends Lunatics about to do this again, ohh [Chorus] [Verse 5: Nelly] Uh, tell you something... You should see their faces when I walk in the facility Mean mug, what's the purpose of you ice-grillin me? You're k**in 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 k**er lil' silly n***a but they are You got the same ride as me but that's just my day car My decor, 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 double stack She say she like it obscene, I'm way into that In fact, you n***as ain't like me, you salty (nah) Me, I'm like pepper cause I spice sh** up The Flavor Flav of the game cause I hype sh** up Might call my hundred watt n***as in to light sh** up You better chill [Chorus]