We don't wanna start no picks, we don't wanna hurt no rappers
We only being real when we say the color changing clique is running the game
This time it ain't about money, cards or jewelry
Although that's what you're hearing on these mixtapes usually
You speak the truth cause that's all we know
Now listen close and ask yourself, do you want it with Rome?
Ain't nobody beefing with me, but I'ma start some beef up
Hopefully someone is listening that wanna speak up
Cut it up, listen close, record it, play it back
Oh, is he saying that? Yes, sir, and I'ma say it just how I feel
This is paid in full, yeah, homie, forget your deal
Have these rappers come back and take an advance and flop
You gon' respect us, we the only chance you got
I want cash, I ain't no dummy, wanna front me a lack
I'm the hardest and brokest you've seen, give me my hundred and stacks
If not, you get popped, I got the gun in the back
Think about it, dawg, you don't really want it with Cat
I'm blunting in back of the car and I'm writing a verse
Had him on a radio song, but I wanna fight and curse
It's bit, talk, tell a rapper, either knuckle up fist to fist
And rep my clique, take it out on the rapper
He don't know how I live, then walk in smiling the next day
Like an innocent kid, Russell would never do such things
Officer, are you crazy?
He's my favorite, you heard his song?
Russell raps for the babies, I think I'm going crazy
I still can't get enough
Hey, Mac, I think I'm getting too deep in this nobody stuff
But anyway, rap is mine in the year 03
Yeah, I'm nobody, but everybody gon' know me
From K-Mart to Dirty Third, Homer Pimpson, come on
Boss Hogg straight from the streets, chameleonair.com
I will never let you down on any verse I spit
Get me now while I'm cheap, cause every verse is a hit
Boys gon' feel it, I'm the only one who can feel it

Feel me, like they feel the knock in the trunk
Or an inmate scared all night, sleeping on top of a punk
I gots to get crunk, whoa, gotta keep it to a minimum
No direct target, every bullet is subliminal
Hey, he's talking to who?
Shut up, Trey
I might be talking to you
Oh, yeah, keep on guessing
But when I'm done, the rest of the flows get less interesting
Oh, he's talking to the other rapper
So what?
Put your hands up for me


F-Force One's on and strap him, attack him
If you feel I'm stepping on your toes, but do your background check
Before you mess him with bro, bro
You won't never beat me, just be a fan
Check me out on the next crew CD, bro
You won't never beat me, just be a fan
And check me out on the next crew CD
We don't wanna start no quits
We don't wanna hurt no rappers
But we only beat the best rappers in the world

We ain't real when we say
The color changing clique is running the game
This time it ain't my money, cause it's jewelry
Although that's what you're hearing on these mixtapes
Usually, we speak the truth
And I'ma ask you again
To listen close and ask yourself
Do you want it with Tim?
I don't do pillow flows
You can't sleep on 50
Every day my life at stake
You can't keep on 50
I'm the mouthpiece of the North
The rawest you gon' find
When it come to game, you can't see me
Like you can't see me
You gone blind
I done let you little dogs have too much rope
You lyrically hung yourself
Smoking too much dro
Y'all cat's rhymes got me feeling like I'm way too intelligent
I ain't gon' drop the same day as you
Why you been hesitant?
When I spit my saliva
Hot like lava
Hit the streets like a piñata
Seeing what I can get out of them
I can do that one deep
You need a pound full of dogs
Don't let your nuts get big like gonorrhea
All in your balls
Take your Brady Bunch, go have lunch
Think of another party
I ain't playin'
Peep squeak or screw yourself
Put a rubber on your hand
I drop and sell
You gotta put a post on your van
Color change and click, burn heat
Put on your notes and get a tan
50-50 little twin
Got this year on lock
You drink more wet
I'ma have you drinking beer on rocks
Most rappers when they seem to see cheddar
Kids talkin' about toys and they rap
Need to be paddled
I pick your album off the shelf
And I throw back rhymes
Dig in my past and stop the sales
With my throwback rhymes
I'm the mouthpiece of the North





I freestyle
And my sleepin' sound better than that
You better go enroll in rap college
Pray you do good in class
I take tissue in the booth
Cause I dookie on bars
Don't let your pride get in the way
I'm cold
Fool gon' applaud, rookies
50-50
All freestyles
M-O-E
It's in stores now
Go get it
Every store got it
Chameleonair.com
Look out for that chick magnet
And the color changin' lizard
Our solo album
It's in stores now









They comin' April 22nd
We droppin' em both on the same day
And we ain't trippin', baby
And Young Road, the nobody
It's comin' soon
Get your mind correct
It's in stores now
Look out for that Income Tax 2K3
You feel me?
I'm just sayin' though
Lou Hawk on lock
50-50 on lock
And yeah, we holdin' it down
It go down, baby
It's Bobby Boucher, part two
You already know what we talkin' bout
The color changin' clique
And we runnin' it
What?
And oh yeah
You better check for that Source magazine
It's in stores now






Cause we all over that hoe
You feel me?
This month
Next month
Last month
We all up in there
You know what I'm talkin' bout
And that's courtesy of J-Mill
That boy Boo
That boy Gotti
And that boy Carlton Way
You feel me?
We all over there
So you know what I'm sayin'
Just check it out
Cause yeah
It go down
You know who doin' it
Paid in full
Not paid in partial
Not paid in installments
It's paid in full
And that's us
And we runnin' it
And we doin' it
And we just holdin' it down
You feel me?
Color changin' clique
Click. We the water boys.