Buddha Monk - Chambermusik Anthem Lyrics

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[** feat. babyface fensta dungeon masta:]

[intro: ~buddha monk~]

Ahh... what a drink (i wanna be loved by you)*

Chambermusik (let me get your undivided attention muthafucka)

Mowie kei (this is chamber... musik m-u-s-i-k)

G-clef cno evil (exclusive i don't give a fuck about ya'll seeds)

Sho touch (i'm tired of all ya'll acting like we ain't the niggas)

B. yakin (fuck ya'll niggas) buddha monk

Straight up and down this the only radio station you gon' get the hottest shit

Underground and everything yo rod let me tell ya'll niggas why

[hook (2x): ~buddha monk!~]

Ya'll niggas out there you really don't want it

Ya'll niggas out there you really don't want it

Ya'll niggas out there you really don't want it

Ya'll niggas out there you really don't want it

[chorus x2: buddha monk]

Aiyo we beat ya'll niggas up by smackin' ya niggas around

Lay ya'll niggas out by gattin' ya niggas down

If chambermusik can't bang ya'll niggas can't bang

So stand up pay ums we run this game

[buddha monk:]

This chamber that i bang for run with no game lost

Gats up hoes down lay a nigga down

This bk 718 on your plate

So stand straight you slumped over welcome to hell's gate

We pop any tops off just to get rock soft

Then head to the liquor store henny and reach score

Never hood and we war hit bitches for detour

Monkalicious fruit dishes spread on yo ass quick

Brooklyn put ya lighters up

Thanks for ah lighting the way for me to rock that ass today

Damn right i get my shoes scuffed by doing g-monk stomp

Who want it want it come get it plenty to give

There's nothing in this world that i won't do

I put the gat to you lay you and your crew

I'll do anything so get the record straight

Play it again chambermusik to the end ahh

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[chorus x2]

[babyface fensta:]

I got chambermusik when i spit show and prove it

Been using that phrase since the beat street craze

From brooklyn good looking eye candy for the ladies

New name for ya goon squad the haiti's

Originator style greater no equator

The father enter my chamber it's danger

Caution gave you fare warning beware

Of mc's cloning anyway my hood stay hot

The cops be posted on the block

Under they noses i slung rocks

The grind don't stop it only slow up a bit

I keep the haters sick so many niggas on my dick

I think they funny haha po-po had me on the runny

Buy my album please i need the money

My ears be all over the place lotta dudes talk behind ya back

I tell it to your face

[interlude: babyface fensta]

Yeah... chambermusik exclusive

Ya'll niggas ain't ready

We gon' change ya'll brains to spaghetti

Straight up i'm coming from the nine ounce

Where we make you bounce with weight or with the butt of a gun

Ya'll niggas better run straight up

It's babyface fensta buddha monk t-boogz

And my nigga muthafuckin' dungeon masta

And we gon' blast ya ya'll niggas better run

Hide run for cover word to mother

It's chambermusik we bout to do it

Ya'll better get used to it straight up

Layin' you down

[chorus x2]

[dungeon masta:]

I could picture broken bodies staying in them flusty chains

Nobody come forth to claim the remains

Niggas rather hustle when it's sunny outside smoke when it rains

Hit a bird on the hip for brains

Don't play lip ball my spit break down walls

Hollow tip make clowns fall

You wanna get at me i'm a call away ya'll

We could smoke trees together try to scheme together

Cross me come around won't be together

Fucker i'm starving beyond fammen eat

And you right niggas do draw heat hold up

Hey i'm an inch away from making niggas who did wrong

Pay i know your pockets long hey them niggas ain't that strong

Hate where i'm from niggas survive off crumbs

It's just a day in the life in the slums

When dealing with the fiends the jake in the slums

The grimey ass niggas got slugs for ya'll muthafucka duh-deh-duh-duh

[outro: dungeon masta]

Chambermusik is the shit muthafucka

Word is bond cop that shit muthafucka

Don't make me have to split ya wig muthafucka

I'm telling you shit ain't... yo son

Duke that's the muthafuckin' radio station right there g

I mean come on muthafucka open ya muthafucking eyes man

What the fuck more can you see man what the fuck

This shit ain't no muthafuckin' game you knowhatimean

Chambermusik or die bitch word is bond

Don't make me come at ya'll niggas with the hatchet son

I will fucking scalp your bitch ass son for real g

This ain't no muthafucking game son

I will crucify ya fucking ass son for real son

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