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TY1 - Chaos in the Corridors Lyrics



TY1 - Chaos in the Corridors Lyrics
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What set are you repping
The Organization
I'm not repping any set
Next time you wear that shit on my turf
You better come with something
Cause you don't know shit about the street life
Now get the f*ck out of my library
Ayo, we come through
F*ck is you gon' do
Karate chop bricks like I do Kung Fu
Art of war Sun Tzu, 22 guns drew
We told your man run his chain
Now you run yours too
So run it
One, two, one, two, one, two
Karate chop bricks like I do Kung Fu
Art of war Sun Tzu, 22 guns drew
We told your man run his chain
Now you run yours too
So run it
Ayo, I rap like crack when it hit
Y'all came back for the fix
It's Teddy Mac, new jack in this bitch
JPatz attack em' with the clap and the kick
And shit, some might even say the way I rap is a gift
I used to break a pack into six-teen
Cash rules everything around me, you stack and you flip
You either trafficking a brick on track to get rich
Or you rapping bout trapping on the track to get rich
I'ma take it way back, brown sack with the Schlitz
Half of a zip, you can smell it for the plastic is ripped
Killing time waiting for the package to ship
Wrapping a spliff, double cup with the Activis mix
Holy shit, I'm bout to massacre this
You're facing maximum risk
My pen is pandemic pathogen sick
Stab him with a javelin and make his abdomen rip
Collapse and then split in half just like a vanishing trick
Leave your whole clique mannequin stiff
Keep the cannons equipped
Blam at your whip and leave your man in the ditch
You be flexing for the gram, always flashing your wrist
Brandishing sticks
You ain't tough, you just a masculine bitch
It's cinematic how I spit, it's like I'm crafting a script
Throw your ass out a plane in the Alaskan abyss
That's why you better keep a strap on your hip
If you lack you get hit
Your head cracked, skull fractured and split
I rap till I black out, it's like an ambient trip
I'm Jordan in game six for the championship
Go to war for the family, tell them hand me the grip
Then bulletproof the whole whip with adamantium bitch
Forty calibers equipped with the silencer tip
So it barely make a sound when it kicks
Road trip, gotta travel out of town with the blick
You never safe out of bounds, F*ck around and get zipped
Lay a motherf*cker down if he snitch
Spin em' around with the fifth
And drown your bitch in a fountain of piss
Counting chips while we sitting on a mountain of bricks
Few hundred thousand off the flip for the accountant to rinse
Ayo, we come through
F*ck is you gon' do
Karate chop bricks like I do Kung Fu
Art of war Sun Tzu, 22 guns drew
We told your man run his chain
Now you run yours too
So run it
One, two, one, two, one, two
Karate chop bricks like I do Kung Fu
Art of war Sun Tzu, 22 guns drew
We told your man run his chain
Now you run yours too
So run it
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What set are you repping
The Organization
I'm not repping any set
Next time you wear that shit on my turf
You better come with something
Cause you don't know shit about the street life
Now get the f*ck out of my library
Ayo, we come through
F*ck is you gon' do
Karate chop bricks like I do Kung Fu
Art of war Sun Tzu, 22 guns drew
We told your man run his chain
Now you run yours too
So run it
One, two, one, two, one, two
Karate chop bricks like I do Kung Fu
Art of war Sun Tzu, 22 guns drew
We told your man run his chain
Now you run yours too
So run it
Ayo, I rap like crack when it hit
Y'all came back for the fix
It's Teddy Mac, new jack in this bitch
JPatz attack em' with the clap and the kick
And shit, some might even say the way I rap is a gift
I used to break a pack into six-teen
Cash rules everything around me, you stack and you flip
You either trafficking a brick on track to get rich
Or you rapping bout trapping on the track to get rich
I'ma take it way back, brown sack with the Schlitz
Half of a zip, you can smell it for the plastic is ripped
Killing time waiting for the package to ship
Wrapping a spliff, double cup with the Activis mix
Holy shit, I'm bout to massacre this
You're facing maximum risk
My pen is pandemic pathogen sick
Stab him with a javelin and make his abdomen rip
Collapse and then split in half just like a vanishing trick
Leave your whole clique mannequin stiff
Keep the cannons equipped
Blam at your whip and leave your man in the ditch
You be flexing for the gram, always flashing your wrist
Brandishing sticks
You ain't tough, you just a masculine bitch
It's cinematic how I spit, it's like I'm crafting a script
Throw your ass out a plane in the Alaskan abyss
That's why you better keep a strap on your hip
If you lack you get hit
Your head cracked, skull fractured and split
I rap till I black out, it's like an ambient trip
I'm Jordan in game six for the championship
Go to war for the family, tell them hand me the grip
Then bulletproof the whole whip with adamantium bitch
Forty calibers equipped with the silencer tip
So it barely make a sound when it kicks
Road trip, gotta travel out of town with the blick
You never safe out of bounds, F*ck around and get zipped
Lay a motherf*cker down if he snitch
Spin em' around with the fifth
And drown your bitch in a fountain of piss
Counting chips while we sitting on a mountain of bricks
Few hundred thousand off the flip for the accountant to rinse
Ayo, we come through
F*ck is you gon' do
Karate chop bricks like I do Kung Fu
Art of war Sun Tzu, 22 guns drew
We told your man run his chain
Now you run yours too
So run it
One, two, one, two, one, two
Karate chop bricks like I do Kung Fu
Art of war Sun Tzu, 22 guns drew
We told your man run his chain
Now you run yours too
So run it
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Writer: Aaron Shepherd
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