Boldy James, Santana Fox - The Chase lyrics

That's right, you right
That's-that's-that's-that's
You not listenin', that's what it is

This that sixth sense
Conscious you can't fake
Even when we speakin' long distance so
We go our separate ways
Keep this here in mind
'Cause first impressions last forever
I'm sure my foes be stronger than
Them frequencies whoever endure
But what's the rush, homie
Off the baddest chick in the club
Just by the way my body
Been movin' across this room
These niggas know they standin' in the true
Presеnce of greatness, keep that calm hazе
As I plotted my escape
There's just somethin' 'bout the chase



I heard them niggas run is off
Must be out of shape
Usually, it's the thrill of the chase
But this is not the case
Stars on the ceiling of the Wraith
Feel like we out of space
All of this money in my safe
I'm runnin' out of space
Catchin' bags with hard yay
Every half is four eights
This for my mans in Norway
Hidin' out in The States
'Cause in my rap cookbook
Paragraphs is gourmet
You pair about five thousand the plug

Swerve through the sunset out in Cali
Is all I'm thinkin' about
I'm rarely pressin' over these niggas
I just pass 'em around
You schemin' bitches keep on hatin'
Pressin' luck in your song back and forth
Y'all gon' be pacin' by the end of this song
Or y'all courage tell me why your
Chicken head won't test me
Don't you know I keep the
MAC-10 as my bestie?
Shorty come in handy like a shot to a rookie
So please don't push me
Heard you all rap bitches pussy
I take the leads and bring shit
Back to how it should be
Now that's a celebration
RIP whoever's favorite
Fresh up out the bliss, I'm
Sorry for the wait, don't grow impatient
My scripture bleed through pages
Defecatin' on weak conversation
What I prescribe for fragrance, hard to lace
You can't replace it
I lurked through shadows in the darkness
That feeling that you get over your
Chest while you grow nauseous
My heart get colder than ice
Can't shake that Lilith complex
Get trapped in through my wings

I heard them niggas run is off
Must be out of shape
Usually, it's the thrill of the chase
But this is not the case
Stars on the ceiling of the Wraith
Feel like we out of space
All of this money in my safe
I'm runnin' out of space
Catchin' bags with hard yay
Every half is four eights
This for my mans in Norway
Hidin' out in The States
'Cause in my rap cookbook
Paragraphs is gourmet
You pair about five thousand
The plug, no doubt, kid

That's right, you right
That's-that's-that's-that's
You not listenin', that's what it is

We not show off niggas
We not none of this shit
We real niggas, nigga
Come test us, anytime you want
We got a show May 12th
At the Best Buy theater
You know what I'm sayin'? NYC
We'll be out there you know what I'm sayin'
Come buy your ticket, get your
You know how Mobb Deep do it son
We don't play that shit, son
We just do music, we havin' fun
And we walk a straight line
And a nigga come crossin' that straight line
You gon' get run the fuck over
Straight up and down, son
We ain't out We don't make
No detours and U turns
We walk a straight line, son
You know what I'm sayin'?
Straight to success, we got tunnel visions
Ya heard? And we going straight to success
To end of the world
You know what I'm sayin'?
And anybody cross our street
You gon' get run the fuck over
You better watch before you cross the street
Son straight up and down
So you know, back this shit, let's go