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Yo, Chucky's in the alley, got that glimmer in his eye, Demon on the block, man, he ain't afraid to fly, Plastic face, but his heart's made of steel, Rolling with the shadows, every wound's a raw deal. Hustle in the night, he's the king of the scene, Got a crew of misfits, living life like a dream, Chasing down the paper, ain't no time for the weak, With a knife in his grip, he’s the monster you don't seek. Whispers in the dark, yeah, they call him a thug, He ain't just a doll, he's a beast that they shrug, Streetwise, every move calculated and slick, Chucky's on the grind, man, you know he’s the pick. Got the game on lock, ain't no puppet on a string, In this concrete jungle, he's the realest of kings, From the toy aisle straight to the heart of the hood, Chucky's a thug, man, misunderstood but good. orYo, Chuckys a thug, rollin' deep in the night, Street lights flicker, see the shadows take flight, Got the blade in the pocket, never backin' down, In the concrete jungle, wearin' that crown. Hustle on the block, where the real ones reside, Every corner got a story, can't let it slide, Eyes wide open, watchin' for the fakes, Got the heart of a lion, never knowin' the breaks. Makin' moves in the dark, like a phantom in the mist, With a crew full of soldiers, you can’t resist, Rhymes sharper than a knife, cuttin' through the lies, Chuckys runnin' wild, got that fire in his eyes. Life's a game of chess, I’m the king on the board, Every step calculated, never missin' a sword, So if you see me comin', better step to the side, Chuckys a thug, and I'm takin' this ride. or Yo, step in the dark where the shadows lurk, Chucky's a thug, in the game, he’s a jerk, Plastic grin, but he’s packing that heat, Rolling with the crew, yeah, he’s bringing the street. Got that razor blade tucked, under the hood, Ain't no playtime, man, he’s misunderstood, From the toy aisle to the alleyway fights, Chucky’s got the hustle, he’s living that life. Creeping in the night, with a sinister laugh, Cutting through the drama, like a blade through the past, Puppet master moves, got the strings in his hand, In a world full of dolls, he’s the king of the land. Ruthless ambition, he’s a menace on wheels, Ain’t no bedtime story, just the truth that he feels, From the corner of the block, to the top of the game, Chucky’s a thug, and he’s carving his name. or Yo, Chucky's a thug, creeping through the night, Doll with a blade, got that streetwise bite, Plastic on the outside, but the heart's full of rage, In this concrete jungle, he’s the one uncaged. Got the kids in a frenzy, running from the scene, No playtime games, just a killer machine, In the alleyways, shadows dance with the light, Chuck's rolling deep, ready for a fight. Slicing through the drama, like a knife through the air, Whispers of his legend, got 'em gripped in despair, Creepy little footsteps, echo down the block, When he’s on the hunt, man, it’s tick-tock, rock! Street cred solid, ain't no fear in his eyes, With that wicked grin, he’s the master of surprise, From the toy store shelves to the hood's dark corners, Chucky's a thug, and he’s bringing the horrors. or
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Yo, Chucky's in the alley, got that glimmer in his eye, Demon on the block, man, he ain't afraid to fly, Plastic face, but his heart's made of steel, Rolling with the shadows, every wound's a raw deal. Hustle in the night, he's the king of the scene, Got a crew of misfits, living life like a dream, Chasing down the paper, ain't no time for the weak, With a knife in his grip, he’s the monster you don't seek. Whispers in the dark, yeah, they call him a thug, He ain't just a doll, he's a beast that they shrug, Streetwise, every move calculated and slick, Chucky's on the grind, man, you know he’s the pick. Got the game on lock, ain't no puppet on a string, In this concrete jungle, he's the realest of kings, From the toy aisle straight to the heart of the hood, Chucky's a thug, man, misunderstood but good. orYo, Chuckys a thug, rollin' deep in the night, Street lights flicker, see the shadows take flight, Got the blade in the pocket, never backin' down, In the concrete jungle, wearin' that crown. Hustle on the block, where the real ones reside, Every corner got a story, can't let it slide, Eyes wide open, watchin' for the fakes, Got the heart of a lion, never knowin' the breaks. Makin' moves in the dark, like a phantom in the mist, With a crew full of soldiers, you can’t resist, Rhymes sharper than a knife, cuttin' through the lies, Chuckys runnin' wild, got that fire in his eyes. Life's a game of chess, I’m the king on the board, Every step calculated, never missin' a sword, So if you see me comin', better step to the side, Chuckys a thug, and I'm takin' this ride. or Yo, step in the dark where the shadows lurk, Chucky's a thug, in the game, he’s a jerk, Plastic grin, but he’s packing that heat, Rolling with the crew, yeah, he’s bringing the street. Got that razor blade tucked, under the hood, Ain't no playtime, man, he’s misunderstood, From the toy aisle to the alleyway fights, Chucky’s got the hustle, he’s living that life. Creeping in the night, with a sinister laugh, Cutting through the drama, like a blade through the past, Puppet master moves, got the strings in his hand, In a world full of dolls, he’s the king of the land. Ruthless ambition, he’s a menace on wheels, Ain’t no bedtime story, just the truth that he feels, From the corner of the block, to the top of the game, Chucky’s a thug, and he’s carving his name. or Yo, Chucky's a thug, creeping through the night, Doll with a blade, got that streetwise bite, Plastic on the outside, but the heart's full of rage, In this concrete jungle, he’s the one uncaged. Got the kids in a frenzy, running from the scene, No playtime games, just a killer machine, In the alleyways, shadows dance with the light, Chuck's rolling deep, ready for a fight. Slicing through the drama, like a knife through the air, Whispers of his legend, got 'em gripped in despair, Creepy little footsteps, echo down the block, When he’s on the hunt, man, it’s tick-tock, rock! Street cred solid, ain't no fear in his eyes, With that wicked grin, he’s the master of surprise, From the toy store shelves to the hood's dark corners, Chucky's a thug, and he’s bringing the horrors. or
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