Chaos in the Corridors Lyrics

What set are you repping

The Organization

I'm not repping any set

Next time you wear that shit on my turf

You better come with something

Cause you don't know shit about the street life

Now get the fuck out of my library

Ayo, we come through

Fuck is you gon' do

Karate chop bricks like I do Kung Fu

Art of war Sun Tzu, 22 guns drew

We told your man run his chain

Now you run yours too

So run it

One, two, one, two, one, two

Karate chop bricks like I do Kung Fu

Art of war Sun Tzu, 22 guns drew

We told your man run his chain

Now you run yours too

So run it

Ayo, I rap like crack when it hit

Y'all came back for the fix

It's Teddy Mac, new jack in this bitch

JPatz attack em' with the clap and the kick

And shit, some might even say the way I rap is a gift

I used to break a pack into six-teen

Cash rules everything around me, you stack and you flip

You either trafficking a brick on track to get rich

Or you rapping bout trapping on the track to get rich

I'ma take it way back, brown sack with the Schlitz

Half of a zip, you can smell it for the plastic is ripped

Killing time waiting for the package to ship

Wrapping a spliff, double cup with the Activis mix

Holy shit, I'm bout to massacre this

You're facing maximum risk

My pen is pandemic pathogen sick

Stab him with a javelin and make his abdomen rip

Collapse and then split in half just like a vanishing trick

Leave your whole clique mannequin stiff

Keep the cannons equipped

Blam at your whip and leave your man in the ditch

You be flexing for the gram, always flashing your wrist

Brandishing sticks

You ain't tough, you just a masculine bitch

It's cinematic how I spit, it's like I'm crafting a script

Throw your ass out a plane in the Alaskan abyss

That's why you better keep a strap on your hip

If you lack you get hit

Your head cracked, skull fractured and split

I rap till I black out, it's like an ambient trip

I'm Jordan in game six for the championship

Go to war for the family, tell them hand me the grip

Then bulletproof the whole whip with adamantium bitch

Forty calibers equipped with the silencer tip

So it barely make a sound when it kicks

Road trip, gotta travel out of town with the blick

You never safe out of bounds, Fuck around and get zipped

Lay a motherfucker down if he snitch

Spin em' around with the fifth

And drown your bitch in a fountain of piss

Counting chips while we sitting on a mountain of bricks

Few hundred thousand off the flip for the accountant to rinse

Ayo, we come through

Fuck is you gon' do

Karate chop bricks like I do Kung Fu

Art of war Sun Tzu, 22 guns drew

We told your man run his chain

Now you run yours too

So run it

One, two, one, two, one, two

Karate chop bricks like I do Kung Fu

Art of war Sun Tzu, 22 guns drew

We told your man run his chain

Now you run yours too

So run it