Charly Murphie Em C (Ft. Agallah)

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Strickin]
Stomping through the hood with my chucks on
I knock on every door, who the fucks home
I'm trying to find some trouble I can dabble in
I've been travelling, pockets getting fat again
Apparently you nigga's dont really get it
Flossin' with your bitch thinking I won't really hit it
Yea, she on my line like fish bait, you got a problem
Wait dawg lets get this shit straight, Stricklin
Yea better than these rap-dummies
Watch your tune, got goons that hold a strap for me
A bunch of wild niggas from the mid-weezy
Swerving up the block, chopped listening to Jeezy
And money ain't a thang, on some Jigga shit
This beats right up my alley, its mad niggerish
I tend to get a lil gully when I spit the joint
And don't owe a niggas legs till he get the point
The eMC boys in the booth again, we back in the buildin
Ya we moving in, Yup
And we ain't leavin till the game love us
Punch, Word, Strick, Ace ye the same brothers

[Hook]
Guess who's back for the spell again
Bringing that hell again
What they yelling is
EMC
What they spelling is
EMC
Charly Murphie
More real shit than a lil bit
Any killin it
Everybody feelin it
EmC
And then feelin it
EMC