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   guys talking)
  ...coming around here with their rims and Tims and shit
  Get the fuck out of my neighborhood! (hahahah)
  Fucking eighteen, fucking schoolboy
  Freaking 'tics man, I'm sick of them, they keep playin that song
  They're stupid!
  
  (Chorus - Murphy Lee)
  I said you don't wanna roll where I could go
  Hard times, Hennessy and Optimos
  Twenty inches on the car, gotta lock the doors
  'Cause these groupies and these haters are scan-da-lous
  
  (Murhpy Lee)
  Ay yo, I'm Chachee the Navihater
  Fuck shoes, I want the whole fuckin alligator
  Murphy rather put the shoes on a Navigator
  Size twenties that could kick it like a soccer player
  Been a player since Freeze Pops, nigga, Now 'N Laters
  I used to be well connected like an operator
  I used to rub on some of the teachers and administrators
  Woulda' hit it, but yo, I'm not a good cooperator
  That's why the, that's why the people wanna get me for pollutin the sky
  Factory full a bud got the whole city high
  St. Louis peoples can't cooperate without (without)
  St. Louis po-pos wanna stop me but I doubt (I doubt)
  
  (Chorus) 2x
  
  Ay yo, I happen to be, I happen to be the Young Dude
  With the hook up like Black and Blue
  My milky flow's cowin these hoes, I make moves
  True smooth figga, coochie licker, relationshipper
  Damn right I'm wit' her twenty/four/five, she gettin thicker
  By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
  Brotha my league's speakin the truth, I'm only eighteen
  Do the math, killed a pig, chicken and cow
  My third eye's so versatile it make me smile
  At myself damnit, I'm in the backfield like Emmit
  My life is a movie got damnit, give me a Grammy or a meal ticket
  I ain't picky until I get it, we can still kick it
  Gimme a minute to handle business, 'cause I'm real wit' it
  Soon as I'm finished, yo, we can deal wit' it
  Bill wit' it, Lunatic skills to make a mil' wit' it
  (Wheewwww), we ain't black, we original
  The deal is y'all don't see it's all biblical
  
  (Chorus) 2x
  
  St. Lunatics did it all
  From highschool ball to feelin booties in the hall
  Skip school, buyin Nikes, twenty deep up in the mall
  Me and my dogs, found a road to make it flow
  Got money to go, fuck somethin, we want it all
  Done worked to hard to see it fall
  Seven years to get our name on the wall, Cuda called
  That did it all, 'cause we cool now, pockets grab for now
  I'm like Jordan in ninety-five, no Bull now
  Promotional tours now, funky like sewers now
  Six-hundred with duals now, like tractors got pull now
  We in a good situation like Phil and Shaq
  On our way up the hill like Jill and Jack
  
  (Chorus) 2x