[intro: don chulo]

Yo, don chulo (that nigga got a problem with the don chulo)

Les ness, 2 g's (got, you heard)

Flatbush, park side, 225 (what?)



[don chulo]

Why i feel like i been thru this before?

Déj?vu, ya still want more?

Have it your way, we'll skip the foreplay

Down on all fours, guess who gettin fucked today

Fucked on your royalties, fucked on your event

Fucked on your deal, and this is your very last chance

So now we gotta take it back to the streets

By this son, you know i mean back to the heats

Back to knowin this beef, knowin that nothin is sweat

My click got eatin you food, leavin nothin to eat

Come thru, tear it out, nothin but jeeps

Leavin nuthin to retaliate, nothin to creep

Game's over, it's a sweep, and i'm the mvp

Snatchin awards and applauds on mtv

No need to wonder why y'all envy me

The don c., now y'all see who the don be



[chorus: don chulo]

Yo who got game nigga? yo what's my name nigga?

The don chulo, ain't shit change

I continue to reign, but the bitch is the cocaine

Take a blast of this and watch it num the brain

Yo who got game nigga? yo what's my name nigga?

The don chulo, ain't shit change

Knowledge to minister, chulo the migraine

Know i return to continue my reign



[don chulo]

Yo, hold up, hold up, let's back this shit up

You, you and you, yo pack ya shit up

Yo i'm pushin weight while you crackin the sit ups

Don't make you lean you hit up, till you spit up

Quadriplegic, need help just to get up

While i'm shy like the skyline with all the buildings lit up

Don't be bitter, son take it like a man

Take it like the cracker did to cherokee's land

And when you wake up tomorrow, i'mma still be the man

I'mma still be the cat, you gotta come to the grams

Stay stackin my grands, in the benji

Smokin large amounts of censi, boy don't tempt me

To let my clear cinque siete, spit until it's empty

Hold that, give it back, like it's some shit you lent me

Don't take it personal, cuz this was meant to be

The best, is how they gon mention me

From now until the end of the century



[chorus]



[don chulo]

It's that head banger shit, drug slanger shit

Years of anger shit, now it's some danger shit

Got ya body divided, with no remainder shit

You can't change the shit

I'm movin so fast that you can't aim and shit

This is my game kid, don't you forget it

If you do it, boy, will you regret it

Be somebody gets deaded, yo, i guess ya can see where this headed

The analytical, lyrical, seven, syndical, biblical, reverend

Alpha, omega, beginning, the ending

So what i reap, so i'm cheap, no borrowin or lending

Cuz once you burn bridges, there is no mendin

I'm the king of mi casa, with me you can't prosper

Chulo dilomite doctor, fuck with no hosta

Blastin vangoda, stay away from the yada yada

Keep my mind on nada but the chadda



[chorus]



[outro: don chulo]

Yo, for real all ya playa hatin ass niggas

Yo this 225, bronx style, flatbush nigga what

Bk representin, les ness, my nigga self, lady raw

The whole flatbush crew, bk in general the click nigga

This how we put shit down, what?


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