Chess

Chess - Quartet

(feat. E-40)

[Intro: Bookie]

You know what?

I'm gettin' tired of you bitch niggas

Comin' around tryin' ta put my whole court

like I left my muthafuckin' nuts at the house

Fuck you niggas

You niggas wanna try me?

Come and try me

I ain't the type of nigga that'll get scared just because a nigga sizin' me up

That don't mean shit ta me

Muthafuckas wanna be callin' my house, threatenin' ta kill me and shit

Won't leave no kinda connection for a nigga ta get back at y'all punk asses

Fuck you niggas

[Chorus]

Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on

Feelin' the rage when the heat is on

Do I have ta spell it?

Got all these niggas behind me, grippin' they chromes

Seen bloody days when the heat is on

I thought I told ya

Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on

Feelin' the rage when the heat is on

Do I have ta spell it?

Got all these niggas behind me, grippin' they chromes

Seen bloody days when the heat is on

I thought I told ya

[Bookie]

Alota niggas wanna test me, seein' if I'm weak

Like alota bitch niggas in the pen, spreadin' out they cheeks

Believe me, I'm far from it

Who wanna talk shit ta this nigga

that's ready ta brawl and mo' cheese than a hundred

I got killas representin' me

So what the fuck a nigga like you doin' talkin' shit ta me?

I'ma let you know the real

Niggas from Neil, we call em bitch made

A pretty flower, a maggot

This nigga Bookie ain't no faggot

I reside on the Eastside, that's where I'm from

Even got killas who claimin' the West, strappin' up they vests

You best

Believe that if he tryin' ta make me bleed

Yes indeed, I come and proceed ta put him on his knees

Now I don't bang, but often hang wit the killas

Slang wit the killas

Do my thang wit the killas

I'm from the ghetto, I done seen it all

So if you want it, come surprise me

Regrettin' that you tryed me

[Chorus]

Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on

Feelin' the rage when the heat is on

Do I have ta spell it?

Got all these niggas behind me, grippin' they chromes

Seen bloody days when the heat is on

I thought I told ya

Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on

Feelin' the rage when the heat is on

Do I have ta spell it?

Got all these niggas behind me, grippin' they chromes

Seen bloody days when the heat is on

I thought I told ya

[E-40]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Me and my whip-i-ly-zation be on some got it

Take off the head and then I kill the body

One in the ground, the other one in the pen

Livin' that extra man is like ran up in this den

Finger fucked and raped his box, tied him up and made him watch

Pistol whooped his face, got him for a safe

Bookie

These niggas got me bent, I ain't no sucka

I'm a magazine street hustler like Larry Flynt

Rapper slash P.I. pimp

Pistol packin', always hot, P.I. pimp

These niggas don't wanna go ta war

These niggas ain't tryin' ta funk no mo'

Them niggas know that they can't score

Y'all niggas scared ta see us toe ta toe

You monks ain't got the wind

Don't act like we don't know

You niggas be too looped

You niggas be on blow

You niggas be too soup

You niggas just don't know

[Chorus]

Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on

Feelin' the rage when the heat is on

Do I have ta spell it?

Got all these niggas behind me, grippin' they chromes

Seen bloody days when the heat is on

I thought I told ya

Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on

Feelin' the rage when the heat is on

Do I have ta spell it?

Got all these niggas behind me, grippin' they chromes

Seen bloody days when the heat is on

I thought I told ya

[Bookie]

Ran into this nigga at the club one night, tryin' ta get my groove on

He bumped into me, got mad, and had the nerve ta tell me ta move on

What?

Nigga you got me fucked up

Who in the hell you think you is,

comin' up in the club, actin' all stupid and stuck up?

What, you thought I was gonna be a bitch nigga and bow down?

Give you a smile and look down?

Nigga you 'bout ta get took down

Who you lookin' for, the bouncers?

Just lookin' at you shakin'

Makes me realize that you faker than any nigga that's scared ta take you

Oh, you was lookin' for your homeboys ta help you

But when they saw my squad they got scared, claimin' they neva met you

So you get the fuck on, regretin' that you tried me

You thought you had some homeboys, but find out the niggas behind me

So what's wit the ill face?

That I was weak without no balls, thinkin' Bookie was faked

Sorry ta disappoint you

So now you know

The next time that you see me up in the club wit my back turned

And you behind me, neva ta try me

[Chorus]

Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on

Feelin' the rage when the heat is on

Do I have ta spell it?

Got all these niggas behind me, grippin' they chromes

Seen bloody days when the heat is on

I thought I told ya

Niggas tempted ta try me, get the fuck on

Feelin' the rage when the heat is on

Do I have ta spell it?

Got all these niggas behind me, grippin' they chromes

Seen bloody days when the heat is on

I thought I told ya

[Outro: E-40]

And there you have it

One more end

E-fee-zy Fon-za-ree-zy A.K.A. Charlie Hustle

Smell it

Me and my nigga Bookie

Doin' our thug Fi-za-ma-jig up in this muthafucka

Unda smell me

19-99, 2000 on you hoe ass muthafuckas

Hoe

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