Time 2 Shine Lyrics

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

Easy to see, when you look at me

That I'm a CCC nigga, yeah I rap now

Moving mix tapes, from city to city

But we heard, that them people trying to move it and crack down

Only see fee's, so you could see me

Getting my cheddar together, you know I gotta stack now

Everybody has their time to shine, and now it's mine

So step aside and stand in line

(*talking*)

Hold up man, Color Changin' Click in here mayn

Chamillionaire and Rasaq's, Ghetto Status

You know I'm saying, we gotta get this underground money

Gotta grind, Rasaq the new blood in the Color Changin' Click

And we gon hold it down man, know I'm tal'n bout

[Hook: *chopped*]

[Rasaq]

Wanted in six states, for murdering mix tapes

And ice on my arm, make a nigga feel like his wrist raped

Pass me a melody, my rap is a felony

(they not gon like you) I know nigga, that's just jealousy

If you got hate in your blood, there's no actual remedy

But let me ask you a question, who's making cash them or me

While niggaz running they mouth, sitting up in they house

I'm running my routes thugging it out, putting rocks up in my mouth

Shattered teeth, look like it's covered in glass

My demeanor say I'm ghetto, my mind say I'm upper-class

I'm in the hood, where the guns that go blast

That bust in your ass, some niggaz don't trust God all they trust is cash

I'm where fiends with work, they don't harass you

They just look in your soul, they don't even got to ask you
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The cops don't pass you, nah they turn around

And search your car, and see if a burner's found

But my life bout to turn around, them hoochies turn around

When they see them wheels, turn around

Some niggaz don't know what it takes, to make this money

You wanna take this money, come take it from me

Take this money, leave your shirt draped and bloody

In this jungle you gotta be a ape, don't make me ugly

[Hook]

[Rasaq]

Nigga I grind from summer to summer, trying to go from Hooptie to Hummer

I'm a ghetto status nigga, I'm a stunner

I holla at your woman, like nigga you don't want her

Undoing her buttons, acting like I'ma give her loot but I'm fronting

I usually dump em, I lose 'em and bump em

To the curb then swerve, nigga to do this is nothing

My game air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bags

I gladly lock the game up, and nigga kiss your ass

Goodbye, my raps is throwed my hooks is fly

I'm stacking do', but no nigga good try

I took my do', and bet it all on me

True a baller forward nigga, it's all on me

Sometimes I feel the ghetto, just call on me

To bring me to y'all, and y'all to me

My jeans is sagging, and a wife beater down

Your wife around here, nigga I might beat her down

While she creep around, and sleep around

Her husband just heard it word of mouth, he bout to leave her now

Shh nigga keep it down, the laws trying to creep around

And take a nigga to jail, if the heat is found

So bring the speaking down