Deliver lyrics

Artist  : Chino Xl 
Song : Deliver
 
Intro:
Yeah
To all the real hardcore motherf**kers
Soft motherf**kers
With the bit*hes that don't give a f**k!
Chorus:
Now who wanna diss to get they reps a little
_bigger_
How many bit*hes wanna f**k this _yellow nigga_
You get your whole crew cut like a scissor
Watch this world shake from the album I deliver
Verse One:
I threw a Brownstone at Brandy now she's Changing
Faces
Standing in my Aaron Hall I'm Blackstreet packin
suitcases
Goin back to Indiana, on the Subway
Soul For Real, missjones is my usher in church on
Sundays
Clear the runways, cause I'ma make you rappers my
examples
Avoiding battling me like I'm Eazy-E's blood
samples
It's me and Carey, nah never wrote no rhyme
that's ordinary
Won't throw my life away on coke like Darryl
Strawberry
Removing you skeletal system playing your ribs
like xylophones
I'm nastier, leave you scraped and ashier than
Larry Holmes
But ladies I ain't always violent
You could pump pump until the dawn, like Adina
Howard
Can't You See, I'm Notorious as Total get
Uptown Girls in bed, like Billy Joel do
Laverne and Shirle, give us any room we'll break
it
Remember you was wack remember Ice Cube had a
jheri curl
BAMMMMM!!!! Dead on your car horn chump
My beat get messy as abortion on the ninth month
Now who be that, slap, did iiii do that?
Now Whoopi Goldberg goes Steve Urkel
but I'll leave your grill The Color Purple
Give you a Dogg Pound, could even Dru Down
Provoke me album is weak your whole sh*t sound
like karaoke
Conversation, loss of limbs amputation
Head meaning decapitation rough like Craig Mack
derm abrasion
Evil tendency, strong like Miles Davis heroin
dependency
 
f**kin up lives like teenage pregnancy
Chorus
Verse Two:
Them clowns like Will Smith got fast cars and
fancy homes
But I'm headstrong, I could even break Puffy
Combs
Some kids still doubtin and they girlfriend
stalkin keep it real
We'll cross that bridge when we come to that
Anita Hill
Now ever _assed_, will never _last_, with no
ghetto _pass_
Leave you breathing hard like bit*hes at Lemans
_class_
Niggaz are slippin when they sippin gin and tonic
smokin chronic Jersey niggaz packin more handguns
than Harry Connick
My style is welfare, half of you bit*hes is on
it!!
Was born with a halo, when broke, I had to pawn
it
I stir up controversy and sell I'm like Sister
Souljah
So bring out bum-ass Russell Simmons cuz comedy's
over
The Lucci I'm worth is enough to deficit a nation
With media coverage like a hostage situation
(yeah and if you lovin them hoes you betta bounce
back)
Tryin to make that bit*h your wife she f**ked
the whole New Jersey Drive (soundtrack)
High like Stone Temple Pilots, Pearl Jams on tour
Rrrraahahrra rrrarhraarah I rips it like a
chainsaw
Dig deep as truth go ahead and shoot your Karl
Kani suit
in shock absorbing tired and I'm wide like a
police informant
Pray with one eye open, shootin more Led than
Zeppelin
Dysfunctional like the Jackson's, death is my
obsession
You comin through with thirty cowards think you
causin fear
Rush lookin bust in your boosted Donna Karan gear
Now f**k the po-po, beats down the five-oh
Been there, done that, do it again tomorrow nigga
Sometimes I vibe inside a spot where nobody else
knows me
Until I come hot steppin like Ini Kamoze
Chorus