Haaaaaaaaaaa, yeah!

Come on, ha!

Check it out..



[Verse One: Freddie Foxxx]

How many niggaz wanna ride from here with me

If it's some thug shit you on, bring it on baby, come and get me

Come on - huh, Pete Rock, hit me

So I can spit the flame on you niggaz so when I die you'll, never forget me

I got underground money that's spent like overground cash

I bust one shot and if you break the fifty yard dash

Underground gon' last, if we remove the virus

Some of the shit I spit'll make you wanna, kill me like Cyrus

I'm on king from the balcony, don't let me get no alch' in me

Or I be standin in the window with the AK like I got alch' in me

Who run they mouth at me?

I'll therefore stump your ass like I got south in me

Niggaz be screaming, they hardcore, they'll need to be hard more

I lay your gangsta ass out on the hard floor

Bumpy Knucks keep it real raw

Be in your mouth like I'm the black -?-

I'm someone that you may have all seen be-fore

Maybe in peace or maybe in war; I'm the ChanceSellor



[Hook]

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (Now y'all motherfuckers get to meet..)

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (The ChanceSellor)

Chance, Sellor

ChanceSellor (That's right!)

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (I'ma show you how you get busy in this motherfuck..)

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor



[Verse Two: Freddie Foxxx]

Me and the mic be like Starsky and Hutch

Don't fuck with us, we will roll on you and smoke like you was in a dutch

Ha, such, ludacris ideas

Tryin make Bumpy Knucks dissa-pear

Takin chances tryin to make me show fear

You got a better chance of trying to get some soul outta Britney Spears

I'm arsonistic, quick to release my biscuit

I bitch smack niggaz like I'm sadistic

Hear them niggaz talking 'bout dying - scared to death

Freddie Foxxx in the house, you - scared to breath

I do walk-by's, followed by a bunch of corrupt ass niggaz that restort guys

They got hawk eyes, brain clouded with the traumatic

That can make you a calm in the chair, hand on the napalm at it

You niggaz don't want no static, 'cause I have you breathing light - you'se

an asthmatic

'Cos I had you breathing light, you'se an assmatic

It's the Pataki, ain't no death penalty aim gon' stop me for watching my

favorite channel;

Eleven Mackie, shot out the Acy - cause some white boy call me blackie

So we played this little game called click-a-tie clack-a-tie

Now there's three blackies, and we'll dance for ya ..

I'm the ChanceSellor



[Hook]

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (Check it out ..)

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (It's motherfucking cold outside ..)

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor ('Cause you niggaz ain't keeping it hot ..)

Chance, Sellor

ChanceSellor

Chance, Sellor (So now ..)

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (The ChanceSellor)

Chance, Sellor (Straight from the motherfucking slums nigga)



[Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx]

I'm underground from now, through like 'til death

Even if I end up bein the only real one left

'Cause I'm the true black gangsta, real hard papi

Lotta niggaz in the game is just real hard copy

Not build to stop me, if you trying pop me

You probably end up in an morgue, in a six drop three

Got done by the hottest emcee, what that mean is

Overhand rights since Muhammed Ali, slip (POOOOOW!)

For my niggaz in the pen, that might never come home again

I'ma keep it sweet for ya, keep it street for ya

And everytime I don't make, I'll take from these wack ass rap niggaz

Tunnel bangers we strap niggaz, darranger by the asshole

Niggaz walking type funny, keep ya eyes pealed for the money

We rob bitches too, so don't run ya mouth honey

I'm just in cutless to genghis khan

I run up in cities and take shit over, that's word is bond

Drama turns me on, a real Afrodiziac

I hear niggaz screamin "Yo, where Bump Kneezy at?!"

I'm in the cut, but I can't sit back and watch these rap niggaz fuck it up

I'm the ChanceSellor



[Hook]

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (Check it out!)

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (The motherfucking ChanceSellor)

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (That's right!)

ChanceSellor

Chance, Sellor (And for those of you that don't know)

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (It's underground baby)

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (Bumpy Knuckles baby)

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (And the Chocolate Boy Wonder)

Chance, Sellor

Chance, Sellor (And the motherfucking, holler)



[Outro]

"You kna' we do" .. "No doubt"

Pete Rock is gangsta! "No doubt"

Bumpy Knucks is gangsta! "No doubt"

Oh you forgot, it's gangsta! "No doubt"

Keep it gully, it's gangsta! "No doubt"