Fly Straight

[Intro] Do you know what a chazzer is? That's a pig—that’s a pig that don't fly straight Do you know what a chazzer is? That's a pig—that’s a pig that don't fly straight Do you know what a chazzer is? That's a pig—that's a pig that don't fly straight Do you know what a chazzer is? [Verse 1: Droopy Drew Dogg] Now, let me take a quick trip down memory lane Where the nigga first got quite into a game See, I can't be pulled with the haters and the traitors I'll be busta free, I'ma holla at you later Smokin’ marijuana is a must I told myself, a bitch I’ll never trust I kick up dust when I first got brought on thangs We the click, Prophet Posse, where my nuts hang [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] Now it's time to tell who the hell real and who is not Watch the lady get crazy, and baby, yes, I’m gonna start Niggas and bitches all in my business, like they jackin' me Hatas and playas all in my face, but still be doubtin' me I don't be carin’, gone be preparin' me, it's all good Creepin' you out, without a doubt, like a woman should Lay on my toes, whatever you do, don't you tell me no Never no more, I won't be going, you can put me home [Verse 3: Scan Man] Prophet, Posse, leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches Here we Lord, here, let me be blow, I'm just takin' the snow for Kaze now Kamikaze with the 6ix, man, man, double bizz-nich Stomp him on his face, put up in his place, tell him get 'bout your shit 'Cause ain't no weak mothafucka in this Posse click [Verse 4: Nigga Creep] It's time to start some shit on way, I got some stitches on malice Yeah, I got to kill 'em off the night, ain't no damn magic in my system, ho Execution when I have you all lined in the front row Fully affiliated with street niggas, and pullin triggas And most of it, I'm hanging with the gold diggers If I got a feeling that your ass is fake It's no call, nigga, people have to fight to either give or take your life [Verse 5: Mc Mack] Enemies coming, so I be blastin', playa, why you laughing? Like an assassin, those Kaze killers, they will kill ya Trade over fear, like a restriction, now you're missing Shoot the prediction, instantly make some great attention Don't forget I mentioned the six dimensions of a killer Like Kaze nigga, we pull them triggers, make 'em suffer And undercover, slay motherfuckers, never traded Or playa hated nigga, your life we're taking [Verse 6: DJ Paul] Information was the hooker, what's a Bolivian in a hotel On bed, oh yeah, easy slashin', went wrong My cousin got a chance, I knew it was dope But I grabbed the .45, put 'em slugs as you run Juicy, myself, and the dope, put the Uzi to the hold Cops wantin' the show, but I'm fully out to the good, though Scaping down the stairs, my .45, my nigga got a piece of yay Yeah, you with the cash, call me Sam [Verse 7: Project Pat] I'm ready to set aside, up the city late night Very dark, tag on each smoke, doubtful on the yard Out the park, bullets flying out the car Of these chicks that I sold to call the key a powder Oops, it was power, now-uh, new has been made of the shit I did Fuck some real killers out of Gs, can I have the list? Scandalous project by the Yeti, never played yet Either you gon' die or I'ma die, know what I'm sayin'? [Verse 8: Juicy J] Long time ago, a nigga with the shit was heavy With Ox on the block, six by nine, rollin' Chevy Motherfuckers used to talk when I was highin' on the trail Need a five for the fifty or a ten for the fifty Fuck your boy, some of them dope, don't be stingy with the shit Fuck them fuckas on top, on them niggas trap was in Hustlas in, I'ma break, every book and the crook In the night, selling white with the thieves and the crooks [Verse 9: Indo G] My propaganda begins, intoxicated with anger I live my life on the edge, you know, I'm about to scratch my trigger finger Four lessons learned in life, what it be like, niggas? Crooked niggas with triggers, they got their quota I owe you fucking bitches just a bet My niggas shady, pushing sadist, .380, just send 'em clicks straight to hell Kamikaze motherfucker, niggas, killas, and thugs Pull up a chair, look, and hear, at least nothing but slugs Hypnotize on the rise, you gon' witness this shit A posse full of motherfuckers droppin' but hits Up in your shit, I'm real crooked like a toupee Nigga, get me fixed up while I'm smokin' on hay Now witness me as I proceed, like these thugs do daily Gangsta up in hell and wide on my grandmomma grave I'm goin' out black as a soldier, Kamikaze your shit Respiration, I'm keeping protection, I'm reigning supreme, it's my gift Weapon is stepping, uh, ring-ring, bitch, I'm killin' shit Running through hell, bell, hunting gold, get the smell Chicken moment, you can't go, pick your bomb, KKK, see my nigga for a gun Wanna hit the freeway Last days, we blazed This world is headed for destruction, nowhere to run Nowhere to hide, drop my head and sob What about tomorrow? I'm living day by day, let us pray I leave the way I find days to wait, bitch! [Outro] Do you know what a chazzer is? That's a pig—that's a pig that don't fly straight Do you know what a chazzer is? That's a pig—that's a pig that don't fly straight Do you know what a chazzer is? That's a pig—that's a pig that don't fly straight Do you know what a chazzer is? That's a pig—that's a pig that don't fly straight