Young Chris - Reputation lyrics

[Hook - Beanie Sigel][x3] Where a n***a disrespect that's why I leave me Cuz in these streets my reputation precedes me Cuz in these streets my reputation precedes me Where a n***a disrespect that's why I leave me [Verse 1 - Young Chris] f** around, you gon need the whole family to help you Throw a bullet at you b**h a**, man it ain't welcome Put em under the pressure, know the gun is his fresher Got the best sh** in the city and the numbers is lesser [?], the [?]'s white 2pac, before [?] had it, I'm on to salad n***a we been the best, before you knew Khaled Mastered the trap like P, is you bout it? Jumping out of jets at 16 Straight from the block had a n***a on big screens Neighbors telling mama I was cutting cla** Look at your boy on a hell of a path b**h n***as all hate, they don't love it for real I'm here to murder p**y boy, slug in your grill Ready to die, just the life we live We k**ing everything moving except for wife and the kids k** em all! [Hook][x2] [Verse 2 - Peedi Crakk] b**hes want to f**, they don't want to work I don't give a f** about no p**y, where the work Big black matt, do my own dirt Asking where I been at, I been in that wave surf First things first, man you're f**ing with the worst Wouldn't piss in her mouth if a b**h was dying of thirst I'm providing the murder, your mama supplied the hearse Since birth, original hot boy like turf Hop up out the shower, feel like I got the power Paper god, play a level, pocket on fire Big boy bourbon, 32 on the tire Pull up wearing a turban, dirty, no license Fired a firearm, quiet storm Dress warm, cold world, I got to keep the hoodie on Cla**ic, keep an oldie but goodie on Peed Crakk sh**, showing rappers what they should be doing [Hook][x2] [Verse 3 - Freeway] We're out here touring the spots you never heard of In the states we're touring with Glocks, we're not nervous Pop off, hop in the whip with my burner It's a state property clique, we all murder Best beard ever, keep the [?] That's the KR swing down your way with the desert Know I'm with the bad, yes I'm a king And before I ever sing used to sling with the peasants f** with kid who jump of the sink You no longer live, go hang with the reverend Get dough all for spitting, Don't offer pies Get dough 365 24 7 f** Freeway, just call me doughman Best flow man, big beard like an old man Grown man, hold weight like I'm rose and Angry tiring, I sling iron like I'm Conan [Hook][x2]