"Tell Ya Friends" (2012)

Passin Out Money lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Hook:]
Walk up in the club and start passing out money
Walk up in the party, handing out money
I don't make a rain I start passing out money
We don't make it rain we start passing out money

[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper]
Like Jimmy Conway from the Goodfellas
Me and my niggas in this bitch and we some hood fellas'
Ain't nothing a bitch nigga never could tell us
When I pull up, make your whole hood jealous
Her Vicky panties hit the ground, Hello Kitty
Then the bra came off, hello titties
Which one of yall girls want to get lucky
Don't even say hey if you don't want to fuck me
Take a piece out and take the whole cake
Good things come to those who don't wait
I've been trying to win since way back
When I get on I'm putting rims on a Maybach
Hold on, is you even allowed to say that?
I'm too real some of y'all can't take that
I'm handing out bread like this shit pamphlets
These people looking like this shit don't make no damn sense

[Hook:]
Walk up in the club and start passing out money
Walk up in the party, handing out money
I don't make a rain I start passing out money
We don't make it rain we start passing out money
Walk up in the bar and start passing out money
All in the parking lot, handing out money
I don't make it rain I start passing out money
We don't make it rain we start passing out money

[Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper]
Yeah, rather have too much then not enough
Rather have two girls that wanna (uhh)
Extra picky, I love women, hate bitches
Sex And the City, whenever the plane get in
Fresh Style out throw the towel out
Let the whole club know the coat is in the town now
This can't be real, how can it be?
Back to the slight, back to this fantasy
L's and the V's on me the P is on me
Can tell you a bitch homie, you don't want it
At this moment, don't play with your life
Can take a hundred dollars, get you something nice
Gave the vallet man, Hundred
Security and doorman's all got hundreds
Saw this bad bitch, fat ass no stomach
She was so cold I just gave her twelve hundred, Damn

[Hook]

Pocket Full lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Key Wane)

[Hook:]
Pocket full of dough
Closet full of clothes
And everywhere I go you know that all the hoes
Know I'm getting money, I be gettin money
Everywhere the money go you know I’m gonna go

[Verse 1:]
I just seen your bitch looking at me
This where she supposed to be
Damn she got them buns
Her stomach F L A T
She saw me pull up and seen passenger seat empty
She approached a G began to choose very quickly
Girl you know when I'm on
Don't wait too long
To let me know you down
Blink twice Ill be gone
Checker print bags in the back seat
She told me lean my seat back then she attacked me
A couple of her girlfriends want me too
She ain't trippin we just livin this life until we through
Matter fact her and like five more chicks is coming through
And they know when they come through they gotta cum too
Lets just do whatever I want to
Anything you need on me but damn they got some funds too
Yeah, we gon have some fun boo
Magnums we gon run through
Got a down ass bitch and the best weed lit and a…

[Hook x2:]
Pocket full of dough
Closet full of clothes
And everywhere I go you know that all the hoes
Know I'm getting money, I be gettin money
Everywhere the money go you know I’m gonna go

[Verse 2:]
Baby girl roll up some of that tree
Gone and get like me
In a whip parked on the street
Right outside C L U B
Windows blacked out niggas tryna look in but they cant see
Haters only try to go against what they cant be
I'm moving on up in the game
All the hoes know my name
Thousands for the jeans
All black everything aint know stains
A nigga don't rock no chains
Might see four or five rings
See this goat on swole
Black diamonds in this thang
Gotta brand new whip off rap
New crib on the West Coast
These hoes want a nigga like me cuz I'm overseas doin the most
Honey mustard leather couches in my studio
Wish your bitch’d stop callin but she got dat booty tho
We in other countries, spending other money
Euros and pounds you can keep that US money
Got a plan in life I'm good
Mercedes got leather with the wood
Just got back to the US now I’m ridin around my hood with a…

[Hook x2:]
Pocket full of dough
Closet full of clothes
And everywhere I go you know that all the hoes
Know I'm getting money, I be gettin money
Everywhere the money go you know I’m gonna go

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, we livin this life
Don't give a fuck how you feel
We livin this shit for real
We all around the world
We got these girls
If you really livin put the champagne to the sky right now man
I want you to grab the baddest bitch you see walking past

If you don't give a fuck put them drinks up
If you never gave a fuck put them drinks up
We hustlin
Yeah
East side, west side, north side, south side
Europe, Australia, Brazil, Africa, we got ya

[Hook:]
Pocket full of dough
Closet full of clothes
And everywhere I go you know that all the hoes
Know I'm getting money, I be gettin money
Everywhere the money go you know I’m gonna go

Pocket full of dough
Everywhere I go

Out Here lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
Making these moves, tryna get this bread
Before I lose, bitch I'm at your head
Taking that bitch right up off your neck
Young niggas don't play 'round where I'm at
Nigga, I'm from Cleveland, heartless killers
E'rybody strapped, nigga mind yo business
Niggas come through, and ain't even no witness
Don't get set up by these grimy ass bitches
Don't nobody really know where Chip is
'Til he pull up in something ridiculous
Ridin' on 4s, we ain't hittin' no switches
These ain't out yet, you can't get this
Bout' to put the new school on them 6s
Sitting up high like a Mack truck
Got that hammer on me
Ho ass nigga better back up
I'm out here, fresh as fuck
With the 40 cal. tucked, nigga fuck yo luck
Now I'm gon' drive and she gon' shoot
Her aim is tight so you niggas better duck
And we laughing all the way to bank, cause shit is funny
Cop a crib and decorate that bitch, with real money
She intrigued by them whips
That Lexus, that Benz, gave her reason to get
Crazy in my hotel, blowing weed, blowing dick
That's my type of chick, I ain't gotta plead with this bitch
She ain't on that none of that corny ass shit
Nigga we're living this shit for real
Got stacks on deck, trynna see 100 mill
I ain't showing no love, I ain't cutting no deals
Stay up out my face, when you see a nigga, chill
When you come to the show, put your hands up high
We up in this ho, we extra fire
Yea they call me the truth, cause a nigga no lie
Throw two up when a nigga ride by

[Hook: x2]
Nigga I'm out here, we getting it
Shining, you sick of it
I'm out here, fuck with me
On the freeway, buck 50
I'm out here, I'm dolo
Got bread now, ain't no ho
I'm out here (nigga I'm out here)
My nigga I'm out here (nigga I'm out here)

[Verse 2:]
Hey boo
Don't do what I do, bitch do what I say do
OK boo?
Don't try to play me and I won't play you
We rolling, buck 50 on the freeway
650i, no roof, me and my bitch smoking
DVD watching Coming to America, floating
Nigga we winning
Got leather with the wood, and the screens on glow
24s my nigga, we getting it
Cell phone been dead, ain't nobody seen me in a minute
Nigga, my crib is mostly glass
So you can see us in here living
4 or 5 guns and blunts getting passed
Young niggas doing good, just chilling
I valet in the front
Walk in the club, hitting the blunt
Nigga this how we live for real
No punchlines, I ain't even tryna stunt
Roll up 4 cause we up in this ho
In VIP, just for me and these hoes
Not giving a fuck who in this bitch
Me, I got killers up in here though
St. Claire niggas up in here though
You already know, we got bread to blow
Yea bitch, I'm hotter than Mexico
So tell a bad bitch, give me head fa sho
Nigga this Chip, better learn my name
Tryna stack my bread, tryna stay up in the game
Tryna fuck these hoes, make them tat my name
Send a bitch home, don't give her no change
Should've been a pleasure, fucking with a boss
If you don't choose me, bitch that's your loss
Eating good, nigga Benihana with shrimp sauce
Know y'all mad, hope you stay pissed off
Me and my bitch getting tatted up outside
Smoking that shit that make you lose yo mind
Swear to God this young nigga here gon' shine
Fuck you all up, nigga I'm a get mine

[Hook x2]

Be A Model lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. C-Mack)

[Verse 1:]
She was on World Star butt naked
Had to be 18 or older just to check it
She got baby oil on in her bedroom
Bunch of dirty laundry all across her bed dude
The head rude, super dome
She backstage but she ain't no groupie homes
Now you know that's a lie, she ready for whatever
She'll fuck you good and if you pay her, she'll fuck you better
I'm a dog, bitch - can you take a bone
She on Model Mayhem with too much makeup on
Her and a girl, 2 going at once, plural
We in the hotel and I'm making it rain euros
She stop giving me head and said "What's these?"
I said "My bad, bitch. I just came back from overseas."
And while she out here tryna fuck for a buck
I got this other bitch tryna fuck for a truck

[Hook: x2]
Shawty wanna be a model
She on the internet going full throttle
Shawty wanna be a model
She on the internet going full throttle

[Verse 2:]
Bad bitch from Brazil, spoke Portuguese
She might even let you crack her if you worth some cheese
Out in Ibiza, we smoking trees
Ain't paying for that ho pussy, paying that ho to leave
Don't get me misunderstood, yes the pimping is good
Got a bitch in the 'burbs, got a bitch in the hood
Legs up, hit it from the front door
Gave her a encore and she still want more
This bitch talking 'bout take her out to eat on me
My Cali bitches got that EBT, they eat for free
Ain't nothing better than good food and crazy dome
She said fuck that R&B, go throw that Jay-Z on
Long as her hair together, long as her purse is Lou
Nighttime stripper, daytime nursing school
She put her favorite song on and ripped them clothes off
Told her girl to film on the iPhone while she goes off

[Hook x2]

We Ain't Playin lyrics - Chip tha Ripper (feat. CyHi Da Prynce & Malik Yusef)

[Chip:]
Yeah, now follow me, follow me I'm comin up heavy in the game
Smokin that master kush, we try to come on with new ways to get paid
I'm sipping that remy, I'm chilling, I'm killing in Cleveland, all day
And too many niggas i fuck with fuck with male bonding is gay
A nigger be extra fly, I bet you never seen this before
Me and my niggers done already hit it you try to wife the hoe
We're making it hard for haters to breath
We're living the life that they wish they could
We're pulling their hoes with ease,
I've been bendin 100's around my hood
Strap on deck,
I had to say this saying slow,
so you know if niggers are tripping
I'm not in the crib, and I'm sending you bitches down below,
yo, got a son now so am I playing, hell no!
Niggas is some hoes, I'm here to show you how I'm supposed to go!

[Chorus:]
We ain't playin, we ain't playin'
We ain't palyin' nigger, we ain't playin!
We ain't playin', we ain't playin' we could do something
Nigga, what you wanna do? Nigger? What? do soemthing!
Nigga, what you wanna do? Nigger? What?
We ain't playin, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin' nigger, we ain't playin!
We ain't playin', we ain't playin' we could do something
Nigga, what you wanna do? Nigga? What? do soemthing!
Nigga, what you wanna do? Nigga? What?

[Chip:]
I bet never seen a real cleveland nigga like this
I got the Charlie's angels hoes, bad bitches hittin licks
Got that kush up in this cigarello keep it cool
yeah, keep that overseas, hoes!
Bitches on the ghetto, got that Louis on me like you didn't know
I stay potted up tell them sexy hoes that they gotta fuck or they time is up
I ain't never satisfied, no matter what, it's not enough
But my momma [?], we had it rough
Niggers hating at me, cause I have a little thing
These women don't wanna fuck me, they wanna fuck my name!
fuck it even exchange, as long s they give me brain
Now their boyfriends mad, they're going against the grain
2Pac was right, niggers are some bitches crying over bitches
So ridiculous, now I gotta go, and get this 4 and hit this hoe
Ass nigger in his dumpster, tryna threaten me
I'll be a shooting star, before i ever become a celebrity!

[Chorus]

[CyHi:]
Nigga we don't give 2 fucks
Get a nigga killed for 2 bucks and some new chucks
You talkin about who? You gonna do what?
Strap on my ankle if the jeans im wearin bootcut
Gettin in the chevy, i got it suped up
Check the blue guts, swear that bitch is too plush
Met a new slut, with a cute butt
She said a man don't like me, i said who does?
Cause niggas hate ya more than the ku klux
just keep my name out ya mouth im not a toothbrush
or you'll get my left foot up ya ass, sir lucious
and if yo tooth bust, leave my pistol smokin like snoop's bus

Cactus lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
Uh, wa-wa-watch your head in my spaceship
Me plus two cause I'm in third person (Hey, Chip!)
Floating to another destination, resperating
Vapors coming from a volcanic eruption, roll up son
And blaze up the cactus, red carpet actress
Dropping on you dingleberries who can shart with that shit
Don't you start with that Chip
Literally killing fools by dropping all these syllables
I love watching you niggas lose
And me I just keep growing like a sour diesel plant
I'm Mr. let you hold a stack and by the hour need it back
And sprinkle in a little interest and since
Had to new play 2k12 with my N's bitch
And Swish! Dropping trays on you hot dog mans in the stands
All these rappers is is a bunch of fans; fucking Stans
I ain't with no major but got bunch of fam, crazy fans
Any major want my publishing, they must be crazy. Damn!
Guess I gotta pull up to your city with the semi
And a bunch of bum ol' shit to get your girls attention with
But, really I don't need none of that I'm really in the streets
Got a couple O's, pullin sweets, gettin fried When I

[Hook:]
Wa-wa-watch your head in my spaceship
Floating to another destination, resperating
Vapors coming from a volcanic eruption, roll up son
Blaze up the cactus [12X]
(Wa-watch your head in my spaceship) [2X]
Blaze up the cactus [4X]
(Wa-watch your head in my spaceship) [2X]

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, roll up the vegetables, go and pour that lean up
Chilling with your fiance no wonder you ain't seen her
Up all night with two girls like "fuck sleep"
She got BBC (What's that) Booty Butt Cheeks (Damn)
We live life on the edge, ain't no fearing us
I'm always sad but some head sure would cheer me up
I'm in the telly with these chicks hoping I get lucky
Me and four girls thats eight legs getting octo-pussy
Lets wrestle this money, nigga tag team
You gotta get it by any means what does that mean
Many eyes watching even when you don't know
Some genuine ally, most heartless foe
I know, lets live the happy life and get paid people
The lack of money is the root to all evil (Word)
I'm that off white UFO chilling I'm finna knock in this weed
I gotta make the ceiling drop, so

[Hook:]
Wa-wa-watch your head in my spaceship
Floating to another destination, resperating
Vapors coming from a volcanic eruption, roll up son
Blaze up the cactus [12X]
(Wa-watch your head in my spaceship) [2X]
Blaze up the cactus [4X]
(Wa-watch your head in my spaceship) [2X]

25 Wives lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Wale)

Yea
Chip, check it out
25 wives
Wish I could have...
If I could have 25 wives...

[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper]
Just me with all y'all
That'd be so wonderful
Make daddy proud: I love every one of you
My angels: I feel like Flava Flav but sexier
The sex is gonna be messier
But ain't gonna be no stress in here
We living good all of us
We winning, that's obvious. We got whips, Cars R Us
We smoke good: it's foggy, plus
The status: they all mad at us
Teamwork: that's our recipe for living lavish
Yeah, we get this cabbage
I'm the head coach of the team
If everybody play their position, we can win this thing
Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom
If I got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating
Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all
Ambisexuals. If this ain't Heaven what's it called?
Must be life. No greater feeling in the world
If I had 25 wives, I would love all my girls...

[Hook: x2]
I wish I could have 25 wives
We'd all get it poppin, we'd all get high: that's fly
If I could have 25 wives
I'd love them all like they love me
We hustle to survive

[Verse 2: Wale]
Got women in every city. Winning in every city
Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look
Silicone bitches got the confidence
But natural bitches get all my compliments
I ain't trying to conflict: Nickels to dimes and shit
Make something out of nothing. Nigga, I MacGyver that bitch
Niggas wild as shit. No rubber, just climb in that bitch
Take your hat off and get to cuttin: Kung Lao on that bitch
Mortal Kombat, my shit is beyond rap
I keep it 100 nigga: Warren Moon, Warren Sapp
Hit, I never call her back. Bet she keep on coming back
You keeping her dry, shit, I named that bitch "Tsunami Cat"
I'm too polished, I ain't looking for acknowledgement
Put my squad on my back like I'm wearing me a starter jacket
Ya'll lame niggas. No bitches when ya'll are out
I get that Ivy League brain, catch me with a dark mouth

[Hook x2]

[Outro: Wale]
It's Double M-G yo
It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw
I'm getting each ho
Eyes lower than Ichiro

Cut It Out lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Yeah, yeah
Cut it in or cut it out

[Verse 1:]
Yeah
Stop what you doing (Stop)
And get this money (Get it)
Now all of a sudden (What?)
These bitches on me (Bitches)
We making paper (Paper)
Let's make some more (Let's get it)
I'm a real nigga (Real nigga)
What you take me for? (Bitch!)
My whole life it felt like money was just running from me (Word)
Now we all across the world different color money (Word)
California weed in my California crib (Cali)
I'm a young black boss that's how I'm 'posed to live

[Hook:]
So if you getting money
That's what I'm talking about
Now cut me in or cut it out
Yeah, that's a real Cleveland nigga for ya
Goddamn that's a real Cleveland nigga for ya
You getting money?
That's what it's all about
Now cut me in or cut it out
Yeah, that's a real Cleveland nigga for ya
Yeah, that's a real Cleveland nigga

[Verse 2:]
Louis on my soles (Louis)
Unruly to these hoes (Unruly)
For pictures I don't pose (Bitch)
A movie I suppose (A movie)
We living this shit for real (Yeah)
Got money I ain't got no deal
Fuck the police (Fuck em)
Here, smoke some of this and chill (Let's smoke)
We moving on up in the game (Moving up)
I'm in ATL in the Range
Lenox Mall was cool (What)
Now we in Saint Tropez (What)
Sipping Don Perignon in France (France)
Just a young nigga from the hood
No hands in no pockets, we extra extra good (Extra good)
DJ Bring it back (Bring it back)
And mix it with 3-6 (What)
I'm enjoying this money (What)
I'm not chasing these chics (What)
I'm trying to live well (Live well)
I'm a God living in hell (Damn)
Bitch I'm paid up and I'm trying to get more still (Bitch)

[Hook:]
So if you getting money
That's what I'm about
So cut me in or cut it out
Yeah, that's a real Cleveland nigga for ya
Goddamn that's a real Cleveland nigga for ya
You getting money?
It's what it's all about
Now cut me in or cut it out
Yeah, that's a real Cleveland nigga for ya
Yeah, that's a real Cleveland nigga

GloryUs lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. The Almighty GloryUs)

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
Hey, howdy, I am super duper good
You can find me drowning in some mini mixed with groupie love
All of the above like I'm Maino or I'm [?]
When it's no more room, it's [?] to Cleveland if I needed you
[?] whip more, fucking niggas stomach up I'm throwing them
Hot sauce, really used to be killing when I'm drinking though
Used to ride my bike all day, too [?] single jungle though

Don't stop, grind hard, watch cops, give them the smile
Not doing wrong, just chilling oh yeah
We gotta find our ways,

If I focus on my dizzle, not these popped out hoes
Trying to find me a Hale Berry up in bed
For somebody I can desperately housewife
But really, fuck you nigga, I ain't trying to play housewife [?]
Independent that give us a good [?]
Understand what other and other records
But women I'm amazing, but I know it's crazy
See see, now you don't have to like me
Please respect the fucking glory of the mighty

We the all, all, all, all mighty, glory, glory, glory, all mighty
Glory, glory, glory, all mighty, glory, glory, glory, all mighty
Glory, glory, glorious

You want something call me Chip I just be chilling though
[?] through these crazy hoods and bumpy roads
Memories are living conditions worst than you ever seen
Now it's total opposite, I'm self made, fresh and clean
Straight up menace, we some rebels bad it did it right
Most advice I get, I just can't use it, they don't live this life
Hope for the best but it's probably bad as it seems
I brainstorm coming up yeah I had a few dreams
Used to stand outside at [?] getting tips to help with bags
9 years old running shopping carts to get that quarter back
Shooting my bang bang, [?] don't drive too fast, around my hood
Wish that I could change they perspective and tell them what's really good
Blow about 4 hundred a day on that purple Callie [?]
Cause life is over [?] maintain the financial sanity
Say what's on my mental when disregard the emotional
Try to stay on track and keep it to where I'm supposed to go
Before my grandma passed, she told me I will lead the people
I'm all that is man fearless, have yet to meet my equal
I'm call, ladies and gentlemen, hood niggas and bitches
You all about to witness, how nobody fucking with us

We the all, all, all, all mighty, glory, glory, glory, all mighty
Glory, glory, glory, all mighty, glory, glory, glory, all mighty
Glory, glory, glorious.

Boomshakalaka lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Bun B)

Boom
We livin in the last days
Yeah we saw what's over

[Hook:]
40 on me break you off proper
And even got the cocka just boomshakalaka
Yeah I'm a young cold mother fucker
Put the hammer out and rock it like boomshakalaka
My niggas hit licks like shotas load up the forty glockas
Like Boomshakalaka boom
And my bitch gone blast and she got that ass
Like boomshakalaka nigga
People say we runnin out of time
And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka
I'm a lose my fuckin mind and I'm a
Blast this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch
People say we runnin out of time
And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka
A nigga run upon me and try to take mine
I'm a pop this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch

I'm ballin forty in my hand
Bet this mother fucker won't NBA Jam
Up the springfield, don't' think my aim off
My Louie Jacket cost more then ya chain cost
I'm finna act up, not sober
Now show punks just how I'm strapped up
Glock on me, (fuck you up)
Hot damn, son of a bitch
Tell your daddy hush don't be a son of a snitch
Turn tha t.v. on, they tellin' stories
Turn your bitches on, she extra horny
And you know what I'm on, with your fine ass
She got red lipstick on the wine glass
I know you niggas mad
I see you tail wagging
Act like you got some sense or something bad will happen
She got off work and came straight to the club
Your bitch tryina catch a date with some rich thug
Oh you mad

[Hook]

Trill OG Bun B all ready
Trigger finger on the trigger and it's all steady
No problem is too big or too small
Got the third eye to see around corners and through walls
No matter who calls we answer first ring
Mind on the money baby that's the first thing
Got your baby mama buy her purse dreams
Losing her to me wouldn't be the worst thing
This that mob music, strictly for made men
Run up like you want it you can catch up fate then
I ain't playin I'll pop you and then I'm not stayin
They gone find you right there in the same spot you layin
I'm not the one and I'm not the two bro
I'm the cat who gone make it do what it do bro
And you know so act right
'Cause I'm gonna keep the mack tight make it go boomshakalaka

[Hook]

I'm what you call a living legend (sha-plow)
This what you call a mack eleven (sha-plow)
Here's two on the way down plow plow
Here's four more plow plow plow plow
I got a plan to take over your land
If you keep it a hundred I keep it a hundred grand
I'm not a star you know my name now my story
You simple you represent fame I rep glory
Damn now these nigga's talkin down
But they don't say nothin when I'm around
They don't fuck with y'all no doubt you get a pound
No matter of fact fuck that you get around
I don't' hang with industry niggas I hang with killers
I don't fuck with these rap niggas they ain't my niggas
My whole outfit from Paris
Show up to your house party like Robert Harris

[Hook]

Here We Are lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
Sup lonely girl with the expectations way too high
Ever think about why you lonely you should switch it up tonight
You should loosen up tonight
You should be cool don't put up no fight
You should give me some butt tonight
You might as well not give a fuck tonight
Got my niggas in here
Everything on me
But we all got bread
Young boss young gee
Got a cold young bitch
She got a brand new whip
Vallet back to back
Black on black
Racks on Chip

[Hook:]
Celebrate wakin' up today
Dog I don't give a fuck what they say
All them niggas broke anyway
We extra good we [?]
Today just ain't yo day
Go to sleep try again tomorrow
I now you don't see us much but tonight you lucked up here we are
Here we are
Yeah here we here
Hope you got your good clothes on
I know you heard we was gon' be here
Here we are
Here we here
Ghetto superstar
Bitch, quit playin' come here

[Verse 2:]
See you lookin'
Here I am
Girl you better come choose me
You don't wanna need a man
Don't be on them games
I'm too fresh quit playin'
Come bob your head in my lap do the best you can
Niggas hatin' in here
We don't care
They girls with us
They ain't allowed up here
Captain keep it real with a bitch
Have no fear
Ay girl come and try this
Please put down that beer

[Hook:]
Celebrate wakin' up today
Dog I don't give a fuck what they say
All them niggas broke anyway
We extra good we [?]
Today just ain't yo day
Go to sleep try again tomorrow
I now you don't see us much but tonight you lucked up here we are
Here we are
Yeah here we here
Hope you got your good clothes on
I know you heard we was gon' be here
Here we are
Here we here
Ghetto superstar
Bitch, quit playin' come here

Stay Sleep lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Krayzie Bone)

These niggas sleeping on the kid
Well they can stay asleep so they could dream about how we live
It's when you sleeping on Chip. What?
These niggas sleeping on the kid
Well they can stay sleep so they could dream about how we live
These niggas sleeping on the [?]
I ain't ask for this life, it simply asked for me
It's so many others who'd do what I do
I wonder how this shit is working for me
We running amok and I ain't giving a fuck
My nigga we living it up
Travel the map, tell them sexy hoes to get on the bus
Bottles of Jameson and the goose, while we're on the tour bus
It's 4 of us, we're trying to get these girls to absorb us
Trying to stay focus, back home they want me dead
I can feel it, ain't nobody got the say it
I'm ready for war at all times
My nigga this shit is so real
I'm trying to cop a couple of cribs around the world
So I could chill stress free and relax
Just 300, some niggas is sorry
Cause we getting paper, they wanna be in on the money
These niggas is not my fam, these niggas is not my comrades
We keeping the circle tight as a Cheerio
That's how I am gonna last in this world where
Niggas come up off other niggas
We did this, no help from phoney snake in the grass pretenders

What you say these niggas sleeping on chip
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on the kid
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on Chip
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on the kid
Or they could stay sleep so they could dream about how we live

We living the life for real, living it right, nigga we getting it into the night
Mentality [?] if you are the mind, then you are the sight
My nigga we grind hard
And if that means then we gotta die, then nigga we'll die hard
But I keep this heat my nigga, on easy
I will light y'all up, like you was rolled up in the blunt
So nigga don't front, don't ever run up on me bluffing
Trust you niggas don't want this
I represent it to the fullest the city is Cleveland
But nigga we gotta believe that it's our time, go get it and quit blamin' shit on Lebron
This is 24/7 the grinder, call me greedy the grimer
Cleveland city [?] guess it's just in need to rise up
From the bottom of the [?] to the southern [?] air
They thought I was over [?] give up the game
Are you sleeping me?
He must have been dreaming [?]
But I can turn that dream into a nightmare

What you say these niggas sleeping on chip
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on the kid
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on chip
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on the kid
Or they could stay sleep so they could dream about how we live

Stay up all night trying to make a better plan
Gotta play chess with life, and don't never show these niggas your hand
I can do all things, through Christ
Who strengthens me, anything that happens in this crazy life was meant to be
It's [?] from Cleveland, don't get it confusing
[?] you got no hustling, you loosing if you [?]
Niggas tripping, I'm trying to learn to be a better person
Don't fuck with [?] my brother, that shit will kill you for certain thing
I am that perfect verse over a dope beat, don't be, running up trying to act like you know me
Roll 3 hundred more blunts, I'm trying to smoke G
Saint Clair, original legend [?]
We off in the club with your bitch [?]
Shit's so real that we can give a fuck if niggas not convinced
That we living like this
My nigga you must be crazy, if you don't think [?] going nuts

Soothing lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook:]
Yeah, don't this sound so soothing
If them hoes choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound extra soothing
If them girls ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing
If them hoes choosing they losing
Yeah

[Verse 1:]
No record deal
I'm fresh as hell
New car paid for
They catchin hell
When I pull up
With all they hoes
Foggy as fuck
All that smoke
I'm Huey Newton
Black dynamite
Fuck these hoes
With all my might
Heads or tails
To each his own
I call it Mona Lisa
Cause I make Lisa moan
And anytime you ain't smokin' you should be
Call of Duty, Battlefield thats how my hood be
Yeah, a little bit of this
A little bit of that
Kill ‘em with the flow
Kill ‘em with the mac
Now you did
And I got yo bitch
I [?] in your grave
Piss on that bitch
Me and her just met
Now we goin in
She chose me
Now she gon' win

[Hook:]
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing
If girls ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound extra soothing
If them bitches ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing
If them girls ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing

[Verse 2:]
I'm extra fresh
You know I is
Whats this song called
I have no idea
Its fresh doe
So is this club
Lets have a drink
Lets make love
Back at my place
I just bought you ace
Thats more than your rent
Gimme some face
These random thoughts
Don't mean no harm
I'm tryna get in your car
Hit the alarm
Permission to enter
That velvet center
Don't need no pictures just to make this a night to remember
You niggas is hoes
Transvestite
I'm so bored can some of yall girls please excite
Roll that weed ignite
Sit back and chill
Look what time it is
Time to get real
You know wassup
Fuckin' games
Its three in the morning I'm supposed to hittin' that shit like whats my name
Bitch quit playin'

[Hook:]
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing
If them girls ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing
If them girls ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing
If them girls ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, don't this sound so soothing

Drop That Shit lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Ray Cash)

Chip Tha Rip, Ray Cash
Smoke something

[Verse 1: Ray Cash]
I said I'm chillin'
Sittin' on about a quarter million
All my niggas
All my guns
All my women
I'm trippin'
I'm sittin'
I'm workin' in the kitchen
100 pounds to the ceiling
Bought an AK and a clip hold a million
Damn I mean a billion
When you smell the loud in the place you know we in the buildin'
Chip said fuck niggas
And fuck how they feeling
Fuck keepin' it [?]
I keep it trillion

[Hook]
Drop that shit bitch
Hands high
Drop that shit bitch
She got that ass
Damn, drop that shit bitch
Yeah, drop that, drop that shit bitch
To the floor bitch

[Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper]
Yeah, my dap is worth 100 raps
Where them bad bitches at
Drop that ass and run it back
She onstage goin HAM like she hope I see her
Well they do that at
Shit, right over here
Haters gimme cold mugs like dentine
But nevertheless the 40 cal up in these slim jeans
You niggas hoes
We don't owe you nada
You niggas mad I push out something cold for the summer
She chose me that means she don't think she too cute
Do what you want
Don't wait for what you want to do you
Now its some ladies over here and some women over there
There's some hoes in this house bad bitches everywhere

[Hook]
Drop that shit bitch
Hands high
Drop that shit bitch
She got that ass
Damn, drop that shit bitch
Yeah, drop that, drop that shit bitch
To the floor bitch

Light Skinned Hoes lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Ass Titties two asses four titties
Ass Titties two asses four titties
light skinned hoes better watch out fightin in the club might get that weave pulled out

[Verse 1]
She cold but she corny as fuck when we alone she have a nigga horny as fuck she from the heights so she stay with that mouth she came home from the club with that weave pulled out I said damn you shoulda ducked out the way you got yo jaw rocked because you keep something to say she got beef with like four or five different bitches and she fuck with like nine or ten different niggas she textin my phone at three in the morn might as well you can tell a bitch anything thanks to lol pretty face lil waist ass out this world she told me she just wanna fuck ain't wanna be my girl that’s a topic we agreed on when I met her if you ain't got no ring on your finger then its whatever she got ass stupid ass shit ain't makin since slim thick sexy as fuck all the hoes hate this bitch

Ass Titties two asses four titties
Ass Titties two asses four titties
light skinned hoes better watch out fightin in the club might get that weave pulled out

[Verse 2]
She bad but she corny as fuck she wanna be from the hood she always tryna get buck all the hoes from hood wanna beat this bitch up they wanna scratch up her face because she sexy as fuck she wanna fuck with me cuz I rap she want a nigga with status so all the hoes can hate that car fulla girls pulled up and hopped out they got her on video getting knocked out and that shit was on all of the blogs I helped that bitch off the ground and then got all in them drawers later on in my telly she had the magnums on deck she sucked this bitch like a champ I kilt that shit from the back she told one of her friends her friends told my bm shortly after heard about her getting beat up again damn can’t fight but she always wanna spazz dedicated to them light skinned hoes with that ass and that mouth

Ass Titties two asses four titties
Ass Titties two asses four titties
light skinned hoes better watch out fightin in the club might get that weave pulled out

Hold Me Down lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Eric Grant)

[Hook:]
You are
You're my nigger you're my brother you're my friend
You are
Will you hold me down until the very end
You are
You're my bithcin' you're my lover you're my friend
You are
Will you hold me down until the very end
You are

[Verse 1:]
Yeah
I wake I bake I drink I meditate
Thinking of better ways to live on this earth and get my cedar straight
Bout to hop of in that Lexus got that watches extra fresh
Yeah I moved out at that hood but you would think I never left
Just rolled two blunts and try to smoke 'em alone
Bout to bend around the corner and see if my nigger's home
When people tell you "Grow up" they really mean you alone in this world
You gonna realize it or what
But we are naïve thank God for weed
Thank God for clientele thank God for greed
You can try to stop my song but you won't cc
That big money in my fan tight is all I'd leave
Fuck what you've all niggers done

[Hook:]
You are
You're my nigger you're my brother you're my friend
You are
Will you hold me down until the very end
You are
You're my bithcin' you're my lover you're my friend
You are
Will you hold me down until the very end
You are

[Verse 2:]
Watching first the 48 depression is all there hasn't the episode yet
But the nigger didn't till [?]
But ho really knows unless you witnessed it
All them stories that we heard and can't prove do they exist
Temptation is the reason why my girl pissed off
She went through my phone and you already know what she sow
This life has it's ups and downs just like a sea saw
And we all try to keep our solid feet on solid ground but we fall
Been through it and I ain't starved yet
Yeah I get love but sometimes I can't tell if it's really fake
Till the world ends I wanna drown in paper
All we have is trust all that matters is now or later
Fuck with your nigger girl

[Hook:]
You are
You're my nigger you're my brother you're my friend
You are
Will you hold me down until the very end
You are
You're my bithcin' you're my lover you're my friend
You are
Will you hold me down until the very end
You are

You're my nigger you're my brother you're my friend
You are
Will you hold me down until the very end
You are
You're my bithcin' you're my lover you're my friend
You are
Will you hold me down until the very end

Ol' Girl lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Hook]
Girl, girl girl girl girl girl girl girl girl
Girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, and make it till that bitch just dance
Girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, and make it till that bitch just dance

[Verse 1]
Dance, too much booty in the pants
Called eye contact like she knew me in the past
Ass so fat just dropped my glass
Ass so fat nigga couldn’t run it past
Latino mommy super think got no tats
Told her when she go black wont go back
Baby girl have fun don’t hold back
Cuz when you get old that booty might go flat
Educated, paid nigga and from the hood
She need a real nigga that can do something to her
Nah, she just want a nigga that stunt good
She got back but I wonder if the front good
We at the pool party, she got bikini on
Shut the whole party down, had to bring her home
She choosin’ she on me like a tattoo
And all the home girls got ass too

[Hook]
Girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, and make it till that bitch just dance
Girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, and make it till that bitch just dance

Let me see you drop it, don’t stop it
Let me see you drop it, don’t stop it
Bring it up what, don’t stop
Bring it up what, don’t stop
Drop it to the floor what, don’t stop
To the floor what, don’t stop
Let me see you drop that, don’t stop yeah
Bounce that ass, don’t stop bitch

[Verse 2]
From the neck up its amazing
From the neck down eyebrow raising
She killin’ all the girls on world star
She wanna be on TV be a world star
She in VIP gettin’ it
You can hear that ass clap when she gettin’ it
How you sink like that I’m not gettin’ it
I’m in the zone thinkin’ bout hittin’ it
That ass took over the whole club
Somebody hold my drink I’m in love
I just wanna walk up to her and give it a hug
You might as well come soccer to the plug
Fuck the bullshit I’m tryna get insider her
Them high heels make them asses a little higher
Met her tonight in this club lets get married here
And when she walk this booty everywhere

[Hook]
Girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, and make it till that bitch just dance
Girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, and make it till that bitch just dance

Let me see you drop it, don’t stop it
Let me see you drop it, don’t stop it
Bring it up what, don’t stop
Bring it up what, don’t stop
Drop it to the floor what, don’t stop
To the floor what, don’t stop
Let me see you drop that, don’t stop yeah
Bounce that ass, don’t stop bitch

Ride 4 You lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. KiD CuDi, Far East Movement)

Yeah, you know what
You, yeah, you. You know it. You, you know it, girl!
Yeah, don't be silly, you, you know it.

I'm here, I'm here as your friend baby, I'm here for you
Here, I'm here as your friend baby. I'm here for you

Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know.

Look, I'll burn a dollar bill, I'll put my whip for sale.
Girl if we was Eskimos for you I'd kill a killer whale
I'd try to ace a test but cheat and get a C at best
I'd sling a bag of crack to Singapore and get beat to death ha
Anything to please you, feel success.
I'd go beyond the bed and bath just to relieve your stress
The realest sex, no next, delete the rest.
I'll call up DJ Khaled few voicemails so you feel the best
Look I love you but you love a lime, leaving sour face skittle trails all over my mind
My imagination never leaves me far behind.
So when you wake up from your shake up see who's down to ride 4 u

Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know

Yeah, ooh girl, don't be silly don't be stubborn, don't be spoiled rotten,
I know what you want, you've got it coming
If you can't cooperate with the laws and the vision we could be really good friends
I know I can give you what you're missing
If you listen, the littlest things are so colossal
If you could treat my world like it's gold then boo I got you
You could be my homegirl lover, ain't no other
You ain't bout to wonder, I am here, I am down for you
If you act right, you know I got you.
You my girl you got to understand my world, keep it so real, keep it girl
You and I, and anything we do, we do it fly
You my A'est boo, if you by my side then I'm gon' ride for you

Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know

It's just a simple thing, a simple thing
Baby if you hold me down, baby if you hold me down
I will give you everything, everything
You could be my roll dog, I could be your homie

It's just a simple thing, a simple thing
Baby if you hold me down, baby if you hold me down
I will give you everything, everything
You could be my roll dog, I could be your homie

My baby don't trip cause she on the grown tip
I keep her on the hush hush treat her like my home chick
You know she down to ride live her life on the edge
A million miles a minute living life no regrets

Yo her friends they be texting sometimes, but I don't
Ever give them replies cause they won't
Ever have what we have
Our conversations are crack, the little face with your laugh
You've got me fiending for that that that

Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know

Low Key lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, in the whip rolling up, I don't give a fuck
Roll through my hood, say what's up, they know I'm coming up
Niggas hating all around me, I keep the 40 tucked
Any problems with you niggas I'll just hit them killers up
We're chillin' bruh, yeah these hoes are feelin' us
You niggas got a shitty swag, that's why them bitches here with us
All black everything, clothes and my whips too
Even if I had a chili bowl with a chipped tooth
I could still pull these hoes and they would choose me
Sippin' that Patron, blowing weed until I'm woozy
Niggas in the club who I don't fuck with trying to dap me up
Who is you?
Oh, you're doing what?
Oh, that's what's up
Fuck up out my face though
Ace by the case load
Just me and my nigga Pootie Tang and 38 hoes
Chillin' up in VIP, now we're on the balcony
I hold my own, I don't depend on no one to look out for me

[Hook: x2]
Maintain, switch a couple lanes while I blow this tree
When I ride by, hope that ain't nobody notice me
Low key young nigga, yeah I'm livin' good
Low key nigga from the wild and crazy hood

[Verse 2:]
Bitch you know just what it is, coppin' whips, coppin' cribs
Young Cash baby came February twenty sixth
Extra good how we live, we ain't takin' no more L's
Shoutout to my nigga [?] gettin' bread in jail
Gotta eat, gotta be the nigga with the paper
And them brand new J's, fresh as hell, I ain't lookin' for no favors
I get mine like a G, bitch I pay the whole fee
Ain't no haggling or trying to make a bargain with me
Got that 650 IR black sittin' good
Was a broke nigga, now I get this money like I should
Got my mama ridin' Mercedez, send her money for the bills
About to cop another whip, I ain't got no record deal
My brother Cudder, he just copped a house up in them hills
Stacks on deck, now I'm trying to get these mills
For the glory, and I want it all at one time
This is real shit, there wasn't no corny punch lines

[Hook]

"Gift Raps" (2011)

The Entrance lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Hook:]
Yeah, we in this ho
Me and my niggas, we in this ho
Make room (make some room nigga) we in this ho
Bitch, bitch we in this ho
(Pour that shit up nigga)

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I'm mister young nigga that came straight outta jungle jumanji
Chillin' on St. Clair where you can find me
Escalade, pistol beside me
If you don't know me don't say hi cause I'm a be thinkin' that you tryna rob me
Round my hood niggas is grimy
Off in the cut, where you can find me
Making the room cloudy
Nigga no puff puff pass we roll them personal blunts
Gettin' this bread, all through the calendar nigga not just on the first of the month
I travel the map, lettin' these hoes know how these Cleveland niggas get down
Some ho ass niggas back at the crib
Tried to play me, look at me now
I got yo bitch, never pick up the phone unless I'm in town
She stalkin' me, doing her research tryna find out when I'm comin' around
These hoes just wanna be seen, I'm not gon' showcase you, I'll pass
Louie Vuitton, DC bag, Dior's hangin' off my ass

[Hook:]
Yeah, we in this ho
Me and my niggas, we in this how
Make room (make some room nigga) we in this ho
Bitch, bitch we in this ho
Travel all across the map (SLAB ENT nigga)
A-ask about Chip they gon' say 'oh yeah I'm feelin' that'
(Pour that shit up nigga)
We in this ho, we in this ho
A-ask about Chip they gon' say 'oh yeah I'm feelin' that'

[Verse 2:]
I let my pants sag to let the whole world know I'm is a nigga
And if you disrespect me then I'm gon' fuck this bitch up
I'm fre$h than a motherfucker everyday workin' tryna get my shit right
Tryin' to maintain in this cold world is like heel toein' on thin ice
Lightin' up non-stop THC, focus on more dollars
So much stress in my life there's a whole nother world of problems
Been a young G my whole life so many of these niggas can't stop me
Lotta these niggas is bitch made, I'm what you can't copy
I'm so cold these hoes know
In the club blowin' smoke
Gettin' chose not choosin'
Niggas in here straight losin'
Me and my niggas just touched down
Now we in here scorin'
Make some room for these hoes yo
Keep that Rosé pourin' we good

[Hook]

Light One Up lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Talking: Chip]
How many we got rolled up?
That's not enough... niggas
... Chip

[Verse 1:]
Forever I'll be F-R-E-$-H
Chillin' up in iHop with the country fried steak
Super smooth Kenny G and these raps be the sack
Shined up with the wax, bet them panties gone collapse
She just wanna hang out, I'm just tryna ugh
Such a Nutty Professor but bitch I'm Buddy Love
Rollin' up this eggplant, said it and I meant that
LA to the Chi now I'm 'bout to head back
Cleveland is the city and they fuckin' with me
A lot of niggas comin' up can't say the same ya feel me
Day to day coolin', sickest with the J's, F-R-E-$-H
Reppin' so plentiful
Bitches so difficult
Here we go mandatory time-wastin' sippin' slow
Chillin' doe, she rollin' up
Hella shrimp, Bubba Gump
She mumbled up a great plan 'I can roll the weed up'

[Hook:]
Light one up, pass it... and hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it... we ain't trippin', we good, fantastic [x3]

[Verse 2:]
Before you hit the fast lane, you gots to yield onto the e-way
Even if you gots the fastest Porsche or Lamborghin-ay
Young boss niggas mean you gots to do what we say
When you was our age wasn't no iTunes or eBay
Only thing old heads know is old bread
New money on the mic boy drop that fo'head
And pick it back up, now repeat that, and let them feet tap
Let ya body language shout out and gimme some feedback
I need that to keep the vibe up, let me remind ya, we live
Nigga ain't nobody gave me a dollar
I fuckin' earned it
Makin' hoes regret that they let me hit that
And these weed brownies'll blow ya shit back
Mind-controllin', time is slow when I be blowin'
I be zonin', I be floatin' hoping I could make some kinda dough
Some time ago I figured out what life about, received the knowledge
Made up my mind to stay on this grind and because of it I won't be needing no college
Lest they request the presence of a young G
Peace to all the girls that don't be shy when they come see
The coldest, now hands up over them shoulders
The boldest, the plan is to murder you phonies
Been rhymin' since junior high rockin' Saucony's
Now it's L and V's from head to toe on you jabronies
My nigga we own this
Midwest dream on shit
Gettin' paid forever while we zonin' now roll it

[Hook:]
Light one up, pass it... and hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it... we ain't trippin', we good, fantastic [x3]

Life lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper]
Yeah, ambitions of a nigga tryna see a better life
And everything I do I take my time and do it right
No felonies no kids I'm 23 how did I pass?
Ain't proud of shit I did I ain't get caught but that's my past
A grown man lives with decisions that he makes
Lay low watch out for schemin' hoes who try to get this cake
And watch out for these groupie niggas, they be Hella fake
Slowin' down this rap so you can soak up what I say
But lettin these niggas know Cleveland is back on the map and you niggas can't stop it
My shit is so undeniable niggas can't hate me cause they will look awkward
Fuckin' stick out like a sore thumb
Me and three bitches a foursome
Fuck it let's have some more fun
Hoes all up on the tour bus
Livin my dream you niggas is still tryna figure it out
The problem in my hood is flood not drought
Taking full advantage of these opportunities in life
Yeah I hear your plans but you gotta do that shit iight!

[Hook 1:]
This shit'll probably never be the same again [x4]
This shit'll probably nevaaaaa [x2]
This shit'll probably never be the same again [x2]

[Hook 2: Chip Tha Ripper]
Every corner blowin' never know my next move
Ridin' smokin' thinkin' bout some shit I got to do
Life, mothafuckin' life
And I ain't never see none of this shit coming, did you?
Just tryna get my niggas on the same shit too
Life mothafuckin' life

[Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper]
Yeah, just copped my mama a Mercedes Benz
Don't ever let a nigga tell you chip ain't got no ends
Searching for, peace within and not no extra friends
These raps will make you feel like I'm your homie next to Kin
So familiar, so mothafuckin' real
My niggas who gettin this paper watch out for the haters who grip on the wheel
Was brought up by only the realest the killas and dealas and taught by the best
I don't need nothing that you got to offer my nigga I'm set
Take a wift of this aroma smoke'll put you in a coma
Make it more than all my teachers I told them keep that diploma
Don't need it motherfuckers watch how quick I get this paper
A lot of niggas claim they great but we know chip is greater
And they less than what I was way back in the day
Listen up close bitch soak up what I say:
Taking full advantage of these opportunities in life
Yeah I hear your plans but you gotta do that shit iight!

[Hook 1:]
This shit'll probably never be the same again [x4]
This shit'll probably nevaaaaa [x2]
This shit'll probably never be the same again [x2]

[Hook 2: Chip Tha Ripper]
Every corner blowin' never know my next move
Ridin' smokin' thinkin bout some shit I got to do
Life, mothafuckin' life
And I ain't never see none of this shit coming, did you?
Just tryna get my niggas on the same shit too
Life mothafuckin' life

Jumanji lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
I keep it super cool, I don't fuck with these niggas
Compare that shit to 99' you see the big difference
These niggas is some bitches, that's just how I feel
You say you cut from a different cloth well bitch I cut from steel
Make a phone call get you tough niggas killed
Niggas hatin on the net when I know where they live
Got a big list of some hungry hood niggas
Send em to yo house while I'm out of town chillin
Cavs took an L and the browns ain't winnin
The whole city biddin, ain't not a soul grinnin
On top of that niggas still gettin shot down
Total anarchy ain't to far fetched now
The city where the sun always hides behind them clouds
Winter time ain't no love in this whole fucking town
Don't drive to fast on St. Clair slow down
Get yo kids in the house it's about to go down

[Chorus 1:]
Yeah, roll the window down and get the bustin
I don't give a fuck about too much of nothin (Hey come on this nigga crazy)
Roll the window down and get the bustin
I don't give a fuck about too much of nothin (Ayo come on this nigga crazy)
Rollin the window down and get the bustin
I don't give a fuck about too much of nothing... Jumanji...

[Verse 2:]
Well if it goes down, while I'm on this earth very promptly
And everyday I'm watchin out for niggas tryna hunt me
For what I got, bare necessitys, clothes
Food, a home niggas don't got those
Shit is fucked up, I stay with my uzi book back
Fully clips you can't do nothin to me
I grabbed this vest off this dead cop I saw layin on east 9th
All black escalade you know I ain't think twice
Took that me and my crew some niggas that we knew
They survived, either get a gun or you through
Either you lucky or not so lucky, one of the two
If you normally shine then niggas is comin for you
Imagine familar faces demandin yo last shit
Pistol to yo upper lipp and yup he might blast it
Drastic, this shit is book of eligh
God bless the earth, please don't let me die

[Chorus 2:]
Tonight when I roll the windows down and get the bustin
I don't give a fuck about too much of nothin (Hey come on this nigga crazy)
Roll the window down and get the bustin
I don't give a fuck about too much of nothin (Hey yo this nigga crazy)
Roll the window down and get the bustin
I don't give a fuck about too much of nothin... Jumanji

Plural lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Gift Raps
Yeah

[Hook:]
Uh two going at once, I like my girls like I like my blunts (simultaneous)
And that's two going at once
Yeah, we good, you know, we chilling

[Verse 1:]
Check
Headed to the beach, me and two pretty girls from the East
Ice in the cooler with Patrone and 'Rossi
Mix em up, we call it Patrossi
Please cover up the eyes on all us, it's a nice day we should be cooling by some water
Sipping, smoking, conversating bout what we be thinking bout
I tell them shorties not to believe all of the shit they read about
Fresh out of college, they peoples got dollars
They amazed by my I'll street knowledge, I forewarn them
About the other world they never saw
They pretty asses had no idea
They both had often told me stories, about childhood, good living
I could relate now but coming up I wasn't winning
We chilling about to get fried
Flat screen in my T.P Miami Ocean Drive

[Hook:]
Two going at once, I like my girls like I like my blunts (whenever, however)
And that's two going at once, two going at once (whenever, wherever)
Two going at once, I like my girls like I like my blunts (whenever, wherever)
And that's two going at once (yeah), two going at once

[Verse 2:]
Uh
They both roll nice, light em both up, take flight
Hell naw I ain't getting in that water, they both got bikinis on ass OH MY God uh
They both ran off, I watched from afar
They kind of touchy-feely, on each other underwater
But that water much clear so I can see all that
Should take em up to the 'telly be a part of all that
But we do that, yeah that so I'm gon fall back
Light one up not on my mind so what you call that
Mo' girls arrive, to my surprise
They had a bag of 'shrooms and kush and didn't bring no guys
Here we go, get ready good thoughts and flat colors
Everything dance with the music I love it
We in abundance, I'm the man I suppose
Headed to the suite to wash all the sand out my toes
And they coming too

[Hook:]
Two going at once, I like my girls like I like my blunts (whenever, however)
And that's two going at once, two going at once (whenever, wherever)
Two going at once, I like my girls like I like my blunts (whenever, wherever)
And that's two going at once (yeah), two going at once

UnderDogs lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Intro/Outro:]
Them nigga who was popping
Just ain't got it no mo
The UnderDogs done stole the show

[Hook:]
I'm fresh off the bench, in the game
I'm bout to shit on these niggas and leave a stain
Make sure they know what's up
Make sure they know my name
The times done changed, shit ain't the same

[Verse 1:]
The nigga with too many odds against still prevails
Dog I had bad luck since I was twelve
It's about time that shit starts to wear off
I'm on deck
If you ain't hip to Chip
Well dog that's your loss, I'm all set
When we get high, we do it to survive
Not to seem cool, gotta massage the mind
I'm not tryna play y'all game
I go by my own rules
Effortless and extra fresh
You had your time, you old news
If magazines don't write about Chip
They showing how out of the loop they is
They dumbasses, but masses
Don't wanna here all that stupid shit
People decide who the shit
I really do this shit
If you thought I was a freshman
Then you must never been to my crib
We living it up, but they say life not fair
Gs in my hood
Spent they whole life right there
Meanwhile we in Amsterdam
Cannabis Cup, We vaporizing
Passport stamped up
Hope your brain is synchronizing

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
We road tripping in that Benz
Bumping that Big L shit
So many blunts is already rolled
And so many blunts is already lit
Word
I got no Ls and no insurance
And there go the police
Damn, looks like they coming for us
Life is tough I got endurance
No complaints from me at all
I just rode the bench
And kept it humble
Now I gotta ball
I'm a modern day Jim Brown
Touchdown for six points
Post game celebration
Then I make my dick point
At yo bitch, then insert
Then she scream, Then she squirt
Then she dip, and she bout to be
Two hours late from work
I don't pay these hoes, of course
No emotion, no remorse
Cause if I wasn't doing this
Then my life would be way much worse
No hoes, no clothes, no cars, no shows
Used to work at Taco Bell
Got my first check, and then I quit
And told them go to hell
Spazmatic, Assmatic
Fuck you I could do no wrong
Where them hoes, pack the bongs
Let this real shit live on

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Yo them niggas who was cool
Just ain't cool no mo
The UnderDogs done stole the show
My niggas copped the fully loaded Porsche truck for the low
That shit was like copping a pair of tennis shoes
We could go
I got that crib on the lake
Red leather couches
Everything recline
And we ain't got no roaches
I'm moving on up, them girls wanna fuck
They way we living you would probably think I made this up
Bitch I'm off in the cut
I don't say too much
I observe, puff the herb
I'm not giving a fuck
Bout what you got to say
Cause we live up everyday
You niggas tryna keep in touch
I think that shit is gay
Study yourself
Get your own
Be the realest
Live by logic and reasons
And not by emotions and feelings
Vaporizer we get high
Pretty close to them ceilings
I'm forty-foot ceilings
I'm tryna make a killing

[Hook]

[Intro/Outro]

"Independence Day" (2010)

Here I Am lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Aight look.

Soon to be the nigga on whatever
Drunk bullshittin, gettin nough chedder,
Eatin good. Little feather weight,
Alaskan crab legs on plates while I say grace
And unravel the napkin.
Bon appetite ya little bitch. Why you snackin?
That and life is just a phase,
So I puff the I'll till I got a hi-top fade.
I be all over the map. Rap. I'm everywhere.
Long as I got some hotel fare, hell yea I'm there.
Turnpikes. We burn right and cloud surf.
Bring me another ginger ale now, jerk.
Is what some stuartists might testify. Oh this the guy
Is what I've always heard. This shit ain't nuthin new.
I'm classified amongst niggas who do this beautiful music.
He be spewin, representin, have you movin through ruins.
Niggas is foolish. Middle man is out here scoopin that new shit.
I rise above it. Niggas talkin, but really jivein? They nuthin.
Gotta be fuckin kiddin me. Is you serious? Niggas crazy.
Only one life to live and I ain't signin up for no slavery.
Niggas gotten mistakin. Theys burnin, constantly bakin.
My brain got me thinkin bout slowin down on that drinkin.
My life long story told.
Everything that glitters ain't gold.
This shit'll grab you by your ankles when you try to run so you can't go.
Contracts. Beyond that and case closed.
Won't sign shit. We poppin with many options.
We smoke and be poppin while you ponder
Bout life and your next move and transaction.
He is a man, only if that man stackin.
I'm doin sumthin. You can if you part of the new heights.
New endevers, new levels, new days, new nights.
Survival of the fittest. I'm a livin witness straight out the jungle.
I just lost all my niggas.
Man this shit is gettin outta hand. Must be part of Gods plan.
Destroy and rebuild. That's why he put me on land.

So here I am. Can't stop me on his arm, Jesus on his neck, ain't nobody harm. He don't rock a charm.
Here I am. Can't stop me on his arm, Jesus on his neck, ain't nobody harm. He don't rock a charm.
Here I am. Can't stop me on his arm, Jesus on his neck, ain't nobody harm. He don't rock a charm.
Here I am. Niggas. Here I am

4 Eva lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Forever like...
The first time I heard Big L speak
And Biggie Smalls did a song with some niggas from street
That's when I knew it was possible
Now what I got to do?
Fuck it I'm just gonna do everything that they told me not to do
Cause I ain't got a clue
All I got is Duke
And a whole city behind me who the fuck is you?
No slack from niggas that's how they come up
In my hood they shoot so much we don't even duck. for what?
Fitted king they be like damn he to clean
My city is shawshank and I'm andy dufrain my mane
Cause once you think I'm sleeping I'm grinding
I swear I hit the turnpike like every week to go find it
Some say the kid ahead of his time
But the only thing popping is birettas and nines
In the city where niggas slit wrists? and stay rich
Nigga might have it on him but I bet he won't say shit
The realest...

"The Cleveland Show" (2009)

Movie lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Dog my life is like movie
All in cars and places we are
All my girls look like dem girls off in the movies, movies
Jammed pack with action
I swear my niggaz be packin them chopperz that you be seein in the movies, movies
We do not pretend to be in the streets
It's a documentary
My life like a movie, movie
Dog my life is like a movie, movie...

Volcano vaporizer we higher
Dumb fresh, plus we kickz it like hi-yah
Call some ladies that's finer than Mya
With some ass, don't bein inviting them fuckin flat tire assholes who wanna role cause ain't nobody flyer
Tv screen, computer screen word of mouth with the flyer
Fire another language, sound just like English
If you niggaz is hot then call me MC extinguish
And my fit be the meanest and my whip be the cleanest
Told these hoes that a rubber is the only between this penis
Yeah I got plenty of it, no you like it, no you love it
She catch amnesia in public
She be like, naw we just friendz
I be gone in the wind
Sour diesel got a nigga dozeing off again
My real life is like paid in full
I'm jus a modern day ace for ya'll

Dog my life is like movie
All in cars and places we are
All my girls look like dem girls off in the movies, movies
Jammed pack with action
I swear my niggaz be packin them chopperz that you be seein in the movies, movies
We do not pretend to be in the streets
It's a documentary
My life like a movie, movie
Dog my life is like a movie, movie...

Check, St Claire state of mind when I'm on this grind
Real recognize real I seen myself a couple times
Baby why me, I'm prolly gon be a asshole
She don't care, she just wanna pose when the flash goes
Jag, Royal Royce, Lambo's, Assin Loadest, focus
And just try to be the dopest
Blue magic pouring out of my pours
Tounge full of fungis spores
The front row subject to my illness and more
Chillin on tours just to get the music further
I'm treadin water
Tryna stay afloat but I don't have a boat
And don't need one
I'm thee one
I'm what you niggaz sleeping on
Cudi was one of the only to hold me down so we dreaming on
Pretty good unfold the poster
I'm doin the can't stop hand to my mouth talkn bout blowing doughja
To the the world
All 7 continents got the shit
Realest niggaz here and we shining all over your counter (pidz)

Dog my life is like movie
All in cars and places we are
All my girls look like dem girls off in the movies, movies
Jammed pack with action
I swear my niggaz be packin them chopperz that you be seein in the movies, movies
We do not pretend to be in the streets
It's a documentary
My life like a movie, movie
Dog my life is like a movie, movie...

Owe You lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
Check
You can catch me down in Santa Monica with Veronica Kim and Monica
Hoping that one of them play me like I'm a harmonica
Long as they don't ask for nothing we won't have no problem bruh
I'm a just pull some tree and then go hit your college up
Fitted to the max yes, I get total access
We coppin' all these asses, my girl look like a actress
She realer than you ever been, fuck who you said you better than
That shit you kick irrelevant, call me the benevolent
Def spot, the rest not, fucking with this nigger from the CL who added [?] to be
Fuck these other niggas cause, when you poppin' niggas run at you like it's a track meet
Some trying to get money some just do it for they rap sheet
To just to say I fuck with that nigger to build they brand up
Make your own lane nigger stand up
My shit originated from the hood where it's supposed to
Why you niggers coming at me funny like I owe you?
Niggas where was you at when we was killin' shit?
They don't want to hustle, they just wanna reap the benefits
Niggers coming out the woodwork, that shit be so true
My status got them looking at me jealous when I roll through

[Hook:]
Owe you? Owe you? Nigga what I owe you?
Owe you? Owe you? Nigga do I know you?
Owe you? Owe you? Nigga what I owe you?
Where was you at when we was killin' shit on the road dude?

Owe you? Owe you? Nigga what I owe you?
Owe you? Owe you? Nigga do I know you?
Owe you? Owe you? Nigga what I owe you?

Nigga what I owe you

[Verse 2:]
You can catch me down on ocean drive posted up chillin' out with my partners
Crack a shelly twist one up and then dip back over the columns
Got a problem, I'm addicted to tats and wonderful reefer
Want some pounds?
Just have one of my gangster bitches meet you and
They don't play around nigga, they 'a lay you down
Every dime toting seventeen rounds for you clowns
Keep the peace, keep the peace, I keep my eyes underneath
When I ride through the streets
Some niggers want us deceased
Cause we doing everything they wish they could do
But I just got this all from doing everything you should do
Headed to Detroit blazing tree until I'm brainless
Bout to fuck with Finally Famous we lions don't try to tame us
We grindin' we get this paper, we flying to other places
Flyer we makin' statements so why is you niggers hatin'?
They 'posed to, and when I speak it so true
My status got them looking at me jealous when I roll through

[Hook:]
Owe you? Owe you? Nigga what I owe you?
Owe you? Owe you? Nigga do I know you?
Owe you? Owe you? Nigga what I owe you?
Where was you at when we was killin' shit on the road dude?

Owe you? Owe you? Nigga what I owe you?
Owe you? Owe you? Nigga do I know you?
Owe you? Owe you? Nigga what I owe you

Nigga what I owe you

Fat Raps lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Curren$y, Big Sean)

[Chip Tha Ripper:]
Uh-huh. SLAB ENT BOY. Good luckin out, chyeah.
Pulled up to the hand-car wash like blao,
Just the outside my nigga gon' wipe me down.
Know I gotta couple dollars for you when you done,
Roll the window back up, roll the blunt, cut UGK back up,
Cut the AC back up; gettin kinda hot in here, Benny Hanna
Left-over weed, smokin, I'm in here.
Let me volunteer to get you niggas minds right, getcha funds
Up instead of chasin after limelight.
But since I'm all good I might, go and see what's good
With these pretty girls for one night. So I whipped around
To the spot I knew was poppy-in. Parked then we
Hopped out then hopped in, no problem. Soon as we got in
Eye brows raised up, I missed the tape with Fay Cut [?]
With the Escalade truck, in the party lookin for Miss-Not-
Too-Bougiese with a booty and know how to roll
Doobies and junk

[Curren$y:]
Bitches think I'm living out my car, all these shoe
Boxes and shit, don't confuse it boo, this stuff I
Just bought, before I came to scoop you, coulda
Dropped it off, but I wanted you to see it, confident
But not concieted.
Yeah, I like my grapes, and my weed seedless.
Gettin pussy with my fathers features, believe it.
If you missed it, then I bet somebody out there seen
It, TwitPic my outfit, bitches stalk my comments.
Just fool.
What they say I came first on my list of things
To do [?]. If the broad got wireless at her crib
I fall through. Gotta e-mails to read, as she
Break down my tree, reach my cell phone,
Turn the TV down for me (yeah).
It was kinda ironic, cause I had the papers
She had the chronic. The Hornets beat the
Supersonics. And hella vapors from the smokin
Volcano, I'm thirsty need some water, boy captain
Insane-o [?]

[Big Sean:]
Aye, in this lifetime you only get richer or not,
So hoes jump for my balls like they tipped off
The rock. I get it from my dad cause I'm a chip
Of the block. Now I'm up in Cleveland to grab
Chip off the block. Now whip off the lots, with
A bad bitch, ass thick, and tits so I slipped off
The top. Yeah, Bitch I'm the man, forever gettin
Chose, I party everynight and it's never gettin old.
The story of your life is probably never gettin
Told, them tickets to your show is probably
Never gettin sold. I might just cop some shit
From some set, New York to LA, I beat the sunset.
Your girl show me L-O-V-E. I dropped the O and
E, and just took the LV. That's Louis Vuitton luggage,
Everytime you see my passport, Domneyair [?] print
Got me lookin like a chessboard ahaha.

Feel Good lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Uhh
Slab E-N-T Boyyy
Yeahh
Chip Tha Rip
Um-hmm.

Bitch I feel good
Don't I look stupendous?
My shine is so endless,
Ain't shit you can do to end this
Even when I'm dead nigga's still gon' bump that chip shit
Coke white escalade on 6's for you dipshits
So we won't forget this, midwest nigga be the coldest
Cleveland is the city where you hustle or you hopeless
And my closet's like a store bitch
Only difference is you ain't gon' find this in no store bitch
It's fresher than your whole clique
G shock over D.C. grindin' everytime you see me
That Louis Vuitton complete me
Now r.I.p. to ant while I'm out here stuntin with keke
I be ridin' super tint.
I'm a ghost you never see me.
Cause I'm up above, I'm in the clouds, I'm rollin up, I'm lookin down
Chip in the house, ya'll stop ya breathin
I'm a superhero, like hancock to cleveland (nigga)

Hell yea, that nigguh shine all the time but look at him you can tell he from the hood
Bitch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts and I'm feelin like I should
Bitch, I feel good
Nigga where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what
Bitch, I feel good
And I'm a stay a fresh, fly nigguh doin' everything you would if you could
Bitch, I feel good.

Don't I look tremendous?
Damn I feel so splendid,
I walk up in yo shindig
Higher than the o-zone, damn I can float home
Just call me when you want some
I'm out here by my lonesome
Pack a bape jacket for the winter polo v-neck for the summer
I'm a young hood boss, I do what I wanna
If you tryna fuck with me then you better have some commons,
I be with them OG's, I'm probably stuntin with yo fathaaa,
Problem is you don't want it, nada
My nigguh's got hella choppas, you gonna need hella doctaaas
And I rep my city proper,
Probably catch me rockin' prada, hoppin off a helicoptaaa
In the skizigh, CuDi hand me ya shizit
Nigga we gettin hizigh
Uh, lookin for izigh, yeah here I go
The nigga who get your income tax every show (let's go)

Hell yea, that nigguh shine all the time but look at him you can tell he from the hood
Bitch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts and I'm feelin like I should
Bitch, I feel good
Nigga where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what
Bitch, I feel good
And I'm a stay a fresh, fly nigguh doin' everything you would if you could
Bitch, I feel good.

Dear Hip Hop lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. 6th Sense & Naledge)

[Hook:]
Dear hip-hop, please
Don't you forget about little old me
Oh, I'm just a little O.G
And I done seen the game changed up on me

[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper]
Way back in my day, when it was all about spitting music was crazy
I fuck with Nas and Master P was my Jay-Z
Jigga was spitting but I couldn't understand it
I knew it was some fly shit, it just never landed
'Til I hit the ninth grade, by that time 50 done step in the game
But I had been bumping that shit from mixtapes
And I got hip to Canibus in like sixth grade
And that crazy motherfucker just took over my brain
It's a little Big L in my raps today
Even though he gone, nah, he ain't gone, you listening to him
Just from reciting the lines you'd think that I knew 'em
Bumping that Redman not giving a fuck about nothing
Imagine if I was getting high, I wasn't even puffing
Hiding the CD from my momma, shit had too much cussing
Baby I ain't gonna leave you for nothing
Can you just write me back, please?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Naledge]
I found the blueprint way before school was my hustle
Beyond a reasonable doubt, I was a nigga with attitude
Illmatic, no reason for me to be mad at you
'Cause life is too short, even when you ready to die
Picture this: a little nigga comin' up in the Chi
Using common sense, give my mind a resurrection
Though I used to love her, never lost my erection
Underground king, po' pimpin' in the muddy waters
It's just me against the world, get rich or die trying
Three feet high and rising
Now I see clear like vising; whoops, I mean Visine
So far gone, plus I wanna be king
Not a college dropout, seen graduation
In my lifetime is just your imagination
For now I'm just a lyricist lounging 'til I reach my salvation
Please

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 6th Sense]
Don't forget
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
I was ten years old with the flow I reminisce
They called me White Mike before I became the 6th
Hip-hop showed me love with a hug and a kiss
Used to tape the radio when it was on late
Used to cop mixtapes when they was on tapes
You couldn't pull the wrong record out the wrong crate
Truthfully, it used to seem every song's great
Influenced your walk, fashion and your speaking
Every third weekend, was at the new [?]
I was underage so I used to have to sneak in
Student of the game, open-minded for the teaching
I paid dues, yeah, I knew dude's reaching
I give a fuck about the songs y'all leaking
I'm done preaching, sip the Hennessey, burn the incense
Dear hip-hop, yours truly, 6th Sense

[Hook]

Like That lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that. (Yeah)
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that. (Yeah yeah)

They say money rule the world, Well I'm a hundred dollar bill.
An I'm just look-in for a subtle spot ta chill.
Niggaz crazy, Thinkin bout today an not tomorrow.
Hope they never have to borrow out here frontin like they.
(Made it like that)
But I don't stress 'em I just keep pressin along.
If I ain't got no rellos then case got the bong.
An, Let me take one to the face then I'm gone.
I got these Louie's on my face for the sun cause I.
(Made it like that)
Everything I got I took it look at what we did.
Passin out tapes at school ta out a town paid gigs.
Even older bitches want the kid like I'm Taye Diggs.
Givin' ho's they groove back all I here is Hayyyy Chip.
Hay bitches how ya doin
And they flock to 'em cause they know he won't pursue it.
Just do it if you want it an don't stop until you there.
Damn Chip you poppin' everywhere, That's cause I.

I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that. (Yup)

Coming to you live from the jungle full of pride.
And drugs, Many lives taken from under these lights.
Where them Nike air flights been roamin out plenty nights.
It was a whole lotta shots n not to many fights.
We was young keepin up with then niggaz who was hatin.
Nobody gave us nathin we we just had to take it.
Now, Lil Stakes just got 38, better smarten up.
Lil John goin off, Yeah we got some problems bru.
Pray an ask the lord ta stay, Give me just another day.
An if I die before I wake tell my niggaz split my cake.
Yeah just like 50 say cause I can't take it anyway.
We livin in a different day and yesterday ain't shit today.
So what I gotta git today is paper in a different way.
Condo fuck a crib cause hey ya window just a brick away.
Followed by you fill in the blank wile I just slide on by.
Up in 216 bout to catch a flight to 909.

I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.

Whoa lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Pootie Tang)

[Verse 1:]
Yeaah, SLAB ENT BOYY, SOV letsgo
Bring it back to the middle of the map
Where the St. Claire niggaz stay strapped my hood sooo cold
My area colder, scarier colder but yall niggaz don't fold
Every nigga on the grind who stackin, always come back frontin like he pose
Slidin on them 4’s riding smoking lookin for the hoes
Everywhere I go niggaz always like damn I ain't never seen those
You call it style
But I took a vow to keepin the freshest kicks off my toes
And I don’t know how
But they just got wow
And tear that bitch down at all of my shows
Its like God control the show
Hands up high here we go…

[Verse 2:]
WOAH
That shit ain't in stores
Where did he go to get all of his clothes
Bitch I don’t even leave home this DC be showin up right to my door
Then I put it on, kush for cologne and head for the door
O and louis vuitton throw some of that on and go get yo hoe
Lets hop in that Cadillac bustin my nigga we hittin the road
And I got a cold lil female rollin the diesel, dog you kno I stay blowed
Thuggin and theivin, Bitch I'm from Cleveland
Damn that’s prolly why I'm so cold
Yea that’s prolly why I'm so cold
Hands up high here we go

Rap 4 Sale lyrics - Chip tha Ripper

I know I make you niggaz mad.
You better git glad like the bags yo.
I'm taken out the trash, You niggaz just splash.
I great lake the swag, Sour diesel with the hash. (Sky high nigga)
I'm like the needle in the glass.
Keep the windows tinted they can't see 'em when he pass.
Cause, All of the sudden now them ho's just spazz.
Why?, I don't know it ain't like I rush cash.
To them fine ass intricate women that I be hangin with.
They all think I be gamein ho's an slangin dick.
Only thing on my mind, Money n makin hits.
So many cornballs on my balls I can't take a shit. (DAMN!)
Why don't you git the fuck off.
Ain't none of you niggaz pitchin or offerin.
You can only be 20 somethin for 10 years.
An young niggaz gittin that bread, We in here.
Give it up,

Make way for this.
You lucky motherfuckas I should make you pay for this.
But na I'm good cause I stay with other ways ta eat.
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.
(Shit crazy, Baby)
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.
(Come pay me, Baby)
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.

Now my hustle is relentless, That sour diesel endless.
Wuch you know bout showin loyalty in business.
So you won't be livin in the past.
Consider this shit the cash when you listenin to these raps.
I got style nigga I don't need a stylist.
Less you got a lil waist an ass like a cows is.
Them crazy ladies be houndin.
I beat the pussy up till they through the towel in.
I be fitted but some people call it stylin.
I'm to the basket, These niggaz keep foulin.
And 1 ya punk bitch.
Can stop me then you know you can't fuck with the young nigga cudi.
Why he ignorin us, Cudi tell these ho ass niggaz we gloryus.
Aw naw he done gone hollywood on us.
Got dam right.
Broke bitch now stay from round us.

Make way for this.
You lucky motherfuckas I should make you pay for this.
But na I'm good cause I stay with other ways ta eat.
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.
(Shit crazy, Baby)
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.
(Come pay me, Baby)
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.

Make way for this.
You lucky motherfuckas I should make you pay for this.
But na I'm good cause I stay with other ways ta eat.
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.
(Shit crazy, Baby)
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.
(Come pay me, Baby)
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.

Mansion lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

(This some real shit)
Uhh, Drift off, to a place you wanna be

I, I, I wanna go back to my mansion
Not the one in Cleveland,
The one in the Hamptons
You take the lamb,
I'm takin the phantom
My girls got some friends
And she want me to grab'em
Yea, I keep the new Porsche present,
Where da hoes at, and why they not dancing
Had an asthma attack in that trailer
Down south where I was at,
And I ain't wake up gaspin

Matter fact, I ain't wake up for a few days
IV's had them mufuckas in two veins
And momma ain't know what to do
Middle of the night
Baby boy laid out on the couch not breathin
Momma started screamin
She ran to to the phone
But when she dialed 9/11 all she hear was the tone
Cus we was in a small town called Ideal
Where the people had to call on God for the heal
Meanwhile here I am half dead on the couch
Momma ran out bangin on everybody house
Less than a minute late mamma was back
With T, he had the truck, he toss me off in the back.
If momma ain't wake up, then I wouldn't've woke up
And Cleveland wouldn't have a reason to get it's hopes up
Slipped into a Coma back to my fantasy
Back to all the beautiful bitches attackin me
Back to sippin them dacharies
A couple of hoes feelin me
And two bitches just laid up butt naked up on the canopy
Back to the Lamborghinis and the Buggatis
And enough of that Benihana's, bet I could do karate
And, back to my Mansion like you promised me
I can see my grandma and she proud of me
On the strees of gold you can't stop me,
Please doctor don't shock me,
I don't wanna...

Check Please lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

I just

I just want to be, Fly.
And pay no mind to these niggas comin' up to me askin' me about mine.
That's why, I keep the louis frames on my nose
And, I, keep that polo man on my clothes.
If I was dead and they recollected
Why he don't rock a necklace but fresher than you expected
Damn, why is you askin' him all these questions?
Can't he chill for a second?
Naw, he'll get your message, on myspace.
Get your little jimmy neutron head ass out of my face
Unless you got cake
And you tryna put it in my H-
A- N- D
If not, gimme dap, say hey, then leave
Or neither one of them options
I'm from where you say hello, the just look at you, keep walkin'
Somebody call for my valet parkin'
Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in
Cleveland.

Hold on, you did what?

Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in cleveland.

Hold on, you did what?

Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in cleveland.

2 gun clips, 216

A nigga be fresh
Ahead of the rest
But nevertheless
I'm dealin' with stress

Cause niggas is phony
Fuck' a new homie
Rather be lonely
Niggas can't slow me
Down

Or stop me
Me and my posse
Keepin' it humble
We never stumble

I'm from the jungle
No they don't jump you
They'd rather kill you
Nah we don't feel you

Fuck an emotion, niggas is broke
With nothin' to lose except they freedom
Takin' they chances
Lookin' for answers
Look in they pockets, yeah, we gon need em
90 percent of these rappers is whack and out here in Cleveland we don't believe em.

Bein' real is like a talent, most don't have, they never had it
We been had it, reefer addicts
SLAB E.N.T, where dreams can happen

DAMN

Daydreamin' this whole verse
Sittin' here at this restaurant
Now I'm full, waiter comes up and asks
"Is anything else you want"

Just respect, just the check,
Please
Now we leavin'
Gave the waiter a tip
I wrote stay out of the dark in Cleveland

Hold on, you did what?

Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in Cleveland.

Hold on, you did what?

Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in Cleveland.

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