Hello? Got it. Yo. What up, nigga? Black! What's poppin'? In the studio finishing up this mother***in' Murderer album, nigga. Really do, huh? Yeah, yeah. It's somethin' special. Yeah, it's special. They about to start murderin' them niggas out there, kid. Yeah, it's somethin' special. Everybody here, man. John, Ty, Black. Tell them my show is poppin'. Yeah, we all right here. Tell them my show is poppin'. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. What the *** is going on up here. We both mother***in' ... Nigga, waitin' on that verse for, nigga. You ain't got to wait no mother***in' longer, nigga. You feel right in, you feel right in? Really do, nigga. Really do? Really do. Alright, so let me hear somethin', then, nigga. Alright, let me see, alright. Hey yo, I be that nigga that you can't get actin' daily, the mother***in' who's formerly known as Chris Black, the ***, the untouchable, murderous, murderin', murderin' niggas for murder, ayy, murderin' anything that's movin' on these streets like *** stink. These mother***ers, my family, I be killin' y'all, fillin' y'all with the blood from the smack, really, y'all, in multiple ways, so *** around, get a sword to the spray, cause unfortunately, this *** been spittin' on, no wait, so respect our gang, FTA, nigga, and our hustle, wild bustle, bitch niggas in this game been no muscle, who you niggas know, they spittin' on cells, right out of jails, like damn staples, printin' with my name, we ain't fairs, this *** don't stop, and niggas don't rock, if Chris don't rock, on the block, I pop glocks, but I blow if I pop the opps, cause I got to eat, in 2000, these niggas gon' see, how I made it down thoroughly, from the moment this iron seat, cause I ain't a move, the world, that pops all the time, it's east side, till I die, so I'm poppin' for mine, so come on, nigga, let's ride, cause this murder's for nice, and my murder *** right, and my murder *** tight, these niggas know, how I spit flows, and spit flows for dough, spendin' more than an hour, just to get more dough, so brother take your dough, nigga, cause I got to get mine, Chris Black, 96R, on 709.