Yo, check, one, two
Yo, is this on? Check
Can you hear me over there? Check
Yo, don't even worry, fuckin' with the C-A-C
Don't worry about no intro, just hit nine on this beat right now
I do this for my swamp dog niggas that's pimped in Cadillacs
Breakin' the ball niggas who got a grip up on they chick niggas
And chicks who got a grip on they niggas
And niggas who speak softly but roll with really bad
Tell people's it's wack, runnin' wit' monkeys on they back
With they feet flat, sayin' they law (Ain't hearin' that)
Now, my rap category is my rise to glory
Back a Marnier, then drive down to Bronies
Damn, a lot of fools sayin' slim, never boney
The way niggas actin', they all deserve cronies
Fuck what you told me, it's my game, my shit
My name, my hit, plus my whip
And it's my dick strokin' in and out of your bitch
And when my joint's off, it's my shit you coughin' to get
See, it's funny that y'all niggas even got the gall to talk
But when you flock, use my balls to break your fall
My rhymes smackin' you all, just hittin' 'em, hittin' 'em, hittin' 'em
Smackin' the shit out of 'em, make 'em lose their melanin
Circle be the clique for the millennium
No questionin', Chocs be bendin' them, nigga, I be tellin' them
Now if you runnin' with us, we runnin' with you
You fuckin' with us, we fuckin' with you
You showin' love to us, we showin' love to you
It's the Circle, nigga (Circle, nigga)
See, if you runnin' with us, we runnin' with you
You showin' love to us, we showin' love to you
You fuckin' with us, we fuckin' with you
It's the Circle, nigga (Circle, nigga)
I be the one poppin' the shit and droppin' the hits
Leavin' you behind, thinkin' with nothin' to spit
You be the one wonderin' what the fuck is the Chizz
All up in my biz, askin' where the fuck do they fit
You be the one holdin' the anger and watchin' me bang
Givin' your girl two strokes (In the back of sedan)
You be the first one talkin' with all of the gang
But when the heat come, you be the first one who ran
Couldn't take a stand, waitin' for the Chocs to fall
I'm mockin' you all, I be like shittin' on y'all
Every hurdle that I jump, uh, I know you get appalled
Wanna rebut, first open your mouth, take out my balls
Like ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, fuckin' with Chizzy's laws
Get you ripped with some mic cords, go grab your gauze
I be scopin' through our niggas, tippy-toe way down these halls
Are you feelin' this? (Choclair, dog)
Now if you runnin' with us, we runnin' with you
You fuckin' with us, we fuckin' with you
You showin' love to us, we showin' love to you
It's the Circle, nigga (Circle, nigga)
Producer extraordinaire, Cardinal (Who's that?)
Nigga that rip your shit, trust me, brother, I'll never lose that
It's the goose back, 'cause I'm strapped to flow, true that
So give me the microphone and let me bust my shit out
Kick a hit out, get out, you ain't with my flow
When I rock, I make sure that I represent the T-dot-O (Oh, oh, oh)
Niggas wanna act like they don't know
Cardinal and Choclair grab Marniers and beers
Girls with long hair, fat ass, and much class, bubble in
Critics try to chase the Chizz, knees bucklin'
Mouth full of sand, heavy chucklin'
Long words out your mouth, stumblin'
Niggas need to understand, Chizzy never fumblin'
Stayin' ice cold, got nothin' to prove
'Cause stick and move (Stick and move), ill up in the groove
And I'll pop that shit 'cause I can (Why?)
My big dick allows it, bitch
Now if you runnin' with us, we runnin' with you
You fuckin' with us, we fuckin' with you
You showin' love to us, we showin' love to you
It's the Circle, nigga (Circle, nigga)
Now if you runnin' with us, we runnin' with you
You fuckin' with us, we fuckin' with you
You showin' love to us, we showin' love to you
It's the Circle, nigga (Circle, nigga)
Bitch, bitch
Yo, niggas startin' to piss me the fuck off, you know what I'm sayin'?
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