(Music by Chris Wood, Poem by Robert Southwell) As I in hoary winter's night Stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat Which made
the creep One day, Sybil here, talking in her sleep "Chris, wait," the bum bitch said So loud till a motherfucker fell out the bed Who the hell is Chris
over here get on the microphone and rip a funky track [Verse 2: Phife] it's the Phife and Shaq mission plus Shaheed's got the goods making rough daddy jams knocking harder than wood
on cock, bout to pull your bop ha Body rocking and shocking it, like this 20 years old, with plenty rocks up on my wrist Sunkist up in my cup, plenty purple stuff With the Rob and Chris
Cream Man An that's a rigga I call Knumskull my nigga Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru
All I am is a piece of wood Cut from something living Touch me I don't feel to good I'm cold but I'm not shivering You say I do not know, to say All
puff and pass Dogs grab your guns gang state your names I'm a pimp in your hood and I'm changin the game Well excuse me miss, I got a bottle of Chris'
Seis gon' carry ya weight You can play it safe, and don't come to the hood We up to no good with the guns and smoke wood We single off the street and
(feat. Memphis Bleek, Young Chris & Freeway) [Intro: Young Chris] Yeah... Young Chris, M-E's, Free-Wheez... Tha boy Twista... Holla... My life on
a sketch Betcha that you'll never guess who's knocking at your door People hit the floors Yeah, tonight ladies, you gon get divorced Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads with Chris
a cute Scarf over your doobe The way that gucci Look good on your booty What's really good Can I floss you in my hood Tell you things That make you knock on wood
Hmm, Elephant Man, C. Breeze Chris Brown for the ladies (Give it to her) Baby look at it startin' to sweat Grind it on me I told her, I told her, I told
kitchen, palm steady itchin boys steady wishin, talkin down on a nigga name, Ima hit the boulevard wet with wood grain, 19's gone be turnin got the wood
m over here get on the microphone and rip a funky track Verse 2: Phife it's the Phife and Shaq mission plus Shaheed's got the goods making rough daddy jams knocking harder than wood
wanted And by the way she never met nobody like me At the Graft and laugh I'm makin' her stare at things Cutty Cal Grese Chris havin' the paracleese
Yeah, Young Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free Wheez The boy, Twista, holla, my life on the track, okay Up an' comin', State Prop Chain gang, that's right Get