The Chow Line

[Intro: Max B]

Chyeah

[?] the pit

What's good, baby?

Let me tell y'all how we do it

[Chorus: Max B & Beedie]

I got them bitches all admirin' my style, got these niggas sayin', "Wait"

These bitches screamin', "Oh"

And we just (Oh), we just let the money pile

And when it's time to eat, I'm the first in line for chow (For chow)

You more than welcome, bring the guns

And we ain't gotta keep sayin' it where we from (412, motherfuckers)

I'ma gain weight, motherfucker, for life (Yo, this shit's wavy as fuck, I'm 'bout to get my twist on and shit)

Chyeah

[Verse 1: Beedie]

I'd like to welcome everyone to the show

Grab a plate and some food to go

It's soon to roll, there's three on the track: Max B, Ill Spoken, so suitable

But who would know? (Know) If you've come thus far (Chyeah)

And how we crush so hard (Chyeah)

I wanna rush the ball, I'ma buy it all by myself, fuck y'all

See, I'm ridin' in my ocean waves, so blazed I toast the haze

I coast for days, and we stay for a lil' bit pic

Take a sniff of that flava flave, I ain't tailor made (Haha)

I'ma take what I can, the first in line with a cake in my hand (Hand)

And I seen y'all sink in the sand

That's money in the bank, mo' cheese for the team (Team)

And I do it for the cream, and the love for the scene

And the cuts with the E on the jeans (Jeans)

And I leave the receivin' team, which they didn't catch up

'Til they flee from the scene (Scene)

You don't really want it, boy, you better back down (Down)

Tell your girl turn around, bring it back now (Now)

Tell me why she wanna ride on my style

Gotta scream my name so loud that she black out

Act now if you wanna get it crackin' (Chyeah)

Compete while my cars are stackin' (Chyeah)

So when I pause for action

Watch out, dog, 'cause I bark with a passion (Chyeah)

I gotta beg ya for the next round

Best style, ill boy with the best sound (Sound)

I don't mess around with that weak shit

Heat shit up with the flame I'm playin', boy, ya chest out

Mr. I'll-Show-You-What-A-Knife-Do (Ow)

You don't wanna be playin' wit' ya life, dude (Ow)

So if you sayin' you a target, you payin' that price 'cause I ain't gon' fight you (Chyeah)

Some say I got a foul mind

'Cause I grind all day, never got no downtime (Tell 'em, Mac)

And you know I gotta eat, I'm the first in the chow line

[Chorus: Max B & EZ Mac]

I got them bitches all admirin' my style, got these niggas sayin', "Wait"

These bitches screamin', "Oh"

And we just (Oh), we just let the money pile

And when it's time to eat, I'm the first in line for chow (For chow)

You more than welcome, bring the guns

And we ain't gotta keep sayin' it where we from (412; Gotta keep sayin' that shit)

I'ma gain weight, motherfucker, for life

(Listen, yo) Chyeah

[Verse 2: EZ Mac]

Ill Spoken and Max B, the realest that's out (Yep)

Collectin' dead presidents, no reasonable doubt (Haha)

If it wasn't three thousand pounds, we'd be stealin' ya house

Choppin' it up, then we dealin' it out (Ha)

And I ain't feelin' my mouth

With every tick of your heart (Heart), your brain is rippin' apart ('Part)

The way I spit feel like your ears is gettin' bit by a shark

I'm just sittin' in park, waitin' to start my engine (Engine)

My bars is blendin', leave you sittin' up on Mars in seconds (Yeah)

Give you scars from weapons, I could battle you hard from detention (Uh-huh)

Yup, a mic blessin', givin' little tights lessons (Chyeah)

I'm grindin', let my chest bling

Rhymin' during testing, you would acted like Martin Sheen on The West Wing

Check, king, checkmate, the chessboard is mine

You wanna war with rhymes? The tourin' God explores your mind

You a borderline bitch fuckin' with pork and swine

Your spinal cord is gettin' popped like a cork in wine

I'm recordin' mine, Colt 45 what I'm sippin' on (Uh-huh)

I need that ice in my watch, feel like my wrist is gone (Uh-huh)

That's the shit I'm on, listen through the intercom

Blow your squad up with some more of that Pittsburgh bomb

[Chorus: Max B]

I got them bitches all admirin' my style, got these niggas sayin', "Wait"

These bitches screamin', "Oh"

And we just (Oh), we just let the money pile

And when it's time to eat, I'm the first in line for chow (For chow)

You more than welcome, bring the guns

And we ain't gotta keep sayin' it where we from (All day)

I'ma gain weight, motherfucker, for life (Life, baby)

Chyeah