Stay There - Charles Hamilton

Work, nigga, work

Field nigga rules

Guess they don’t know how a real nigga do

Through the love and the hate I’m still in the groove

I only love Hate, so, for real, who is who?

Kill me or move

I don’t chill and when I do

I feel a tooth of some bitch’s grill on my tool

And she’s getting irritated so now I’m abstinent

Mad pensive, all you haters eat a fat dick

All I care about is Dilla and Madlib

But since that Dilla shit mad niggas is passing

On the nastiness I actually present when I’m rapping

I was trying to get him a check, not disrespect

Ok my nigga Hex and that nigga who’s on my dick to death

You really 'bout to slit my neck and really rep

Fuck the world, Sonic is dead

It’s Charles Hamilton

Fuck you if you not getting bread

(Y'all heard what I said)

Everybody got their mouth shut

Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the fuck there

White folks putting the house up

Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the fuck there

I put the North and the South up

Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the fuck there

All you haters put your doubts up

Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the fuck there

(Hey Mr. Wilson!)

Mr. Wilson, the menace is back

Satanic minister Rap

For real, it’s a wrap

Take your feelings back

I still rap, what I’m the illest at

Fuck a twitter app, we could really scrap, nigga

I hate journalists with illseeds in they ass

Joined the bandwagon of hate, but feeled me in the past

I’m guilty of a crash

Fuck if I’m filthy rich with cash

I should build thee with a

Fuck your crown, I’m in my zone, don’t fuck around

It wasn’t by luck, I was found

Now I’m above the ground

I ain’t dissing you, I’m lifting up your gown

Such a fucking shame to share the same fucking town

Why ask «Why?»

I’m back for the sky

Pissing on the radar you climax to provide

Tried to chat with my high

Pardon my back 'cause I’m tight

Fuck wishing you well;

I wish you would die

Everybody got their mouth shut

Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the fuck there

White folks putting the house up

Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the fuck there

I put the North and the South up

Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the fuck there

All you haters put your doubts up

Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the fuck there

Brianna had good pussy, why hit her back?

I got my hit back that night in the sack (Uh huh!)

Shut up management, I’m trying to rap

Y’all act like y’all don’t know I would die for this crap

I’m not apologizing to Cole

I’m sodomising his soul

But bottom line is: I was high off of coke

Ignore it, I kinda had to force it;

it sucked

MTV asked and I didn’t give a fuck

I put the shit out and I didn’t get a buck

It wasn’t for attention 'cause, shit, I get enough

Fuck you non-Starchasers, y’all haters

Y’all broke and Charles is on a major

See you later

My bitch gets ripped when she’s wet like paper

So I will worry 'bout a muhfuckin' blog later

Yes, I’m going Pop

Hey, it’s about time

I don’t get paid to do Shade 45

The underground niggas make Industry songs

So diss me or get along

My shit is a bomb

Keeping it thorough didn’t get me to London

And creeping in my borough didn’t get me to someone

So put piff in a sun blunt and let a nigga shine

Give me mine when it’s time

Get off my dick, it’s dinner time

When I rhyme it’s Armageddon and then some

Fuck with me, win some

This is redemption

Everybody got their mouth shut

Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the fuck there

White folks putting the house up

Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the fuck there

I put the North and the South up

Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the fuck there

All you haters put your doubts up

Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the fuck there