[Verse 1]
[Chris]
Your digits aint rising fam its like you`re lactose and tolerant. We got fridges for
the taliban load attire man, betta keep ya set up, million dolla man soon to be we next up, get
wet up I been fresh since a little one bi*** I school the others travel from the little gun
force ones. See my rockets set?, speak my name and I c*** it wet. How can I forget see the
game she the same I tried to get back in grats HEY. Man them bi***es bought the gift and the
curse and heard the verse off the track HEY. bi***es please same C wont 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 ya suppose to open fire on any nigga that approach us
f***ing roaches most of my niggas from the pro-jects 40-o-ez f*** a Moette. Mo` money mo` sex
no more stress. And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, 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. Ya`ll guard ya
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 becuz 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 ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bi*** you can get it long as
you old enough.
[Verse 2]
[Sparks]
Block ? Yeah nigga. I can tell you why th