Agallah, Em C - Charly Murphie lyrics

Stomping through the hood with my chucks on
I knock on every door, who the fucks home
I'm trying to find some trouble
I can dabble in i've been travelling
Pockets getting fat again
Apparently you nigga's don't really get it
Flossin' with your bitch thinking I
Won't really hit it
Yea, she on my line like fish bait
You got a problem
Wait dawg lets get this shit straight
Stricklin yea better than these rap dummies
Watch your tune
Got goons that hold a strap for me
A bunch of wild niggas from the mid-weezy
Swerving up the block
Chopped listening to Jeezy
And money ain't a thang, on some Jigga shit
This beats right up my alley
It's mad niggerish i tend to get a lil gully
When I spit the joint
And don't owe a niggas legs
Till he get the point
The eMC boys in the booth again
We back in the buildin ya we moving in, Yup
And we ain't leavin till the game love us
Punch, Word, Strick, Ace ye the same brothers

Guess who's back for the spell again
Bringing that hell again
What they yelling is eMC
What they spelling is eMC
Charly Murphie more real shit than a lil bit
Any killin it everybody feelin it
EmC and then feelin it
EMC

Ya, another university is cursing me
Cause I took em off school like a nursery
I know you hate it
But they rated us a full ten
Now we waitin on the call like a bull pen
They want us all back like nose pills
Cause they know we do
Numbers like phone bills
You lil rap dudes remain in the right lane
While your girl on the pole like a bike chain
Im running through your team like Nitrain
Like a right footers put us
In the right frame
Ya'll really wanna get into a
Place where you learn
What the five fingers said to the face smack

Google us, but who us?, we the best to choose
Get beat to death, picked up by EMS
Removed, on TV BBC CNN The News
Making moves, keep track, got GPS confused
And we hungry
And we steady peeking at your food
Stomach hurting like we got PMS and rude
With even less to lose ain't
Sleep slept on snooze
In the lead never left and
We suggest the rules we back

You boys messing wit a tyrant
Eyes on the paper, I'm the money green giant
Ya'll play the rules of the game
We define em
Start riots, fight hard to peak highest
My crew ain't nothing to play
So don't try us
Hustlas, we sell dreams we don't buy it
Block us from getting this money
We get the fire
Schooled ya'll about this math
Ya'll know the science
For years I been on this
Path with no guidance
Linked up with eMC, my new alliance
My crew the flyest
Take over my new assignment
Leader of the pack, who next to be a client
Don't mix with the haters too well
I stay private
Nothin nice to say hater, than stay silent
Blood, sweat n tears, guts and the glory
This is eMC's true Hollywood story