Whisper] Rocafella's the army kid.


Verse 1]

Chris]
Your digits ain’t rising fam it's like you're lactose and tolerant.
We got fridges for the taliban load attire man, better keep your set up, million dollar man soon to be we next up, get wet up I been fresh since a little one bitch I school the others travel from the little gun force ones.
See my rocket’s set?
speak my name and I cock it wet.
How can I forget see the game she the same I tried to get back in Gratz* HEY.
Man them bitches bought the gift and the curse and heard the verse off the track HEY.
Bitches please same C won't gas ME.
Your boy's classy for those who don't know Chris.
He like Hypnotics mixed with Henney he's ferocious toasters right beside and clip extending you suppose to open fire on any nigga that approach us fucking roaches most of my niggas from the projects 40-o-ez fuck a Moette.
Mo' money mo' sex no more stress.
And for the cut I take it out on my enemies, taking out all my enemies, any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers and memories and that's real press my hand and see if my cards reveal.
Had to see some of the hardest squeal.
You'll guard your grill.


Chorus (Chris (Neef)):]
(Got a) Whole lot of loving.
(Got a) Whole lot of soul.
(Round a) Whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll.
(Round a) Whole lot of niggas.
(Round a) Whole lot of hoes.
(Make a) Whole lot of digits because I'm sick with the flows.
(Mamis) leaving they niggas (yeah).
Leave wit a nigga (yeah).
They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with (yeah).
I think he ready oh girl I gotta roll it up.
They be like bitch you can get it long as you old enough.


Verse 2]

Sparks]
Block ? Yeah nigga.
I can tell you why these thugs ride tell you why these thugs die.
And to the day of my demise I'm blowing, I’m blowing my la-la-la-la-la-la, till' I come in off this high.
Till these polies appahend me?
Till these pricks still to me I'm doing me.
I'm running crazy through the city with the two and letting my thing quake on these no one's for even think that they can do me dirty.
I'm nine clutching on the west side of Philly exchanging my war story with all of my little homies playing the MOB.
Who just refuse to get a job so they back and forth in and out of these correctional facilities.
I'm getting phone calls from me every week laughing talking 'bout how the whole block feeling me.
And how when he coming home he ride for me.
See that used to be me so I feel him I got love.
Got a...


Chorus]


Verse 3]

Neef]
Yo same o