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Chill Rob G Make It

sterring wheel, I'm not a chill pill, freak do what you will, Heart ticking like a time bomb, eating spicy prauns Man it's the god of con, check it baby

I'm the Chill Rob G, not many are equal To my rhymes I write my own damn sequel I keep your mind jumping with the things I said My talent is comeasurement

s in front of me, the G is no wanna-be I hope you know this ain't as hype as it's gonna be I know I'm original, the G is no criminal Never switchin position

] The battlefield, the synonym - call it the wax The recording sciences developing the tracks is not the essential fabric but if you have it might make

, you'll get it in streets New getty the streets Beat your head to a break beat Fuck B.G. I'll merk Juvenile Lil' Wayne, you still a child Stay in your

better be for real That's like bein' blindfolded in the middle of a mine field Now y'all chill and we can make it pop Urban legends, nigga, holla at me

I was like nah Put the needle to the record when I'm gettin butt naked I like your microphone do you mind if I check it One two yeah I like the way it

Murda] Yeah, yeah, yeah That's right, what? Check it... [Chorus: Free Murda] Brooklyn, get it on, you can get it on We can get it on, everybody get it

bullets My name is Lavel Lion then he started crien Slip once and all ya motha fuckas are diein Chill you god damn buck tooth ass hoe Don't rob us G rob