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Stay Down (The Champ Is Here)

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The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here

Uh huh
Káy
The champ is here
The champ is here
Rock with me
The champ is here
Stay down lil' nigga, stay down
The champ is here
The champ is here
Uh huh
The champ is here
The champ is here
Uh
The champ is here
Stay down lil' nigga, stay down

Uh
Drop da top on da Jeep, ride through Brooklyn
Cops they looking
Intentions of making a booking
'Cause I'm black and caked up
Inspecting my diamond necklace, my watch from Jacobs
Where you get ya money, show me ya pay stub
The street love us, hate cops so the cops hate thugz
Praises to Allah, hope that he protect me in da street that I roam
In the words of Bob Marley, love would never leave us alone
It's a cold world, who feels it knows it
I did marry a virgin like Mary did Joseph
Wish a good life for dem niggaz I roll with
Young thugz strapped wit da four fifth
Living life so hopeless
Send a bird to da heavens
A moment of reverence
While smoking my herbs, inhaling da essence
Recognizing my blessing
Two stepping with my Smith and Wesson
Protocol for pussies, wet em then we stretch em
Motherfucka

The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
Stay down lil' nigga, stay down

The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
Stay down lil' nigga, stay down

Drop da top on da Benz, ride through Bronx
Niggaz think it's a drive by so I only ride through once
Speed da beat up, ride da beat so slow
Just some fire for my soul cause da street so cold
Young men from da ghetto elevate to trappers, then to rappers, then to puppets
The world is changing, fuck it
Aim then buss it
10 years in a box for a Glock so I'm forced to tuck it
If you're rich and famous, crucial you keep a bullet in da chamber
A killer on speed dial, lawyers on retainer
Stay away from strangers, everybody need favors
No love for us playas, can't trust nobody
Malcolm X on da chest wit da double mouth shotty
God Son on da arm, thug life across da belly
Homage to Makaveli
On da grind all da time trying to shine for years
So much pain on my mind, still no sign of tears

The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
Stay down lil' nigga, stay down

The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
Stay down lil' nigga, stay down

Uh
Me and my dawgs used to roll
In da streets fighting war for our soul
Plant weed, watch it grow
Cops patrolled
5 of us got caught, not a nigga told
We're older now, em younger niggaz run it
Their code of conduct got me sick to my stomach
No morals, no respect
Pussy niggaz get smack wit da teck
We was heartless, heart was metamorphosis
Lessons da street taught us
A nigga hot like August
I'm down for any drama, just call Káy
Crack a nigga skull in broad day
Started in Jamaica, took it to Harlem
When da streets need fire, guess who they calling
While niggaz be starving
Cry Nation be da army, Playa da sergeant
Sitting in da cell, going through hell, death before dishonor, in da street we ain't begging no pardon
Bunch of Queens niggaz ready for stardom
Motherfucka

The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
Stay down lil' nigga, stay down

The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
Stay down lil' nigga, stay down

Queens
Harlem
You know what it is
Uh
Playa
G
Sup'
We here
Cry Nation
We in da building
Uh
New York
You gotta love it

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