"Champion Winner" lyrics - HAVOC
[Intro: Havoc]
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Havoc]
Champion winner
I'm a champion winner
You a microwaved dinner
I'm 5 star, hit his eyeball
[Verse 1: Havoc]
I came up, fell down then brushed myself off
Never cried about it, learned from it
These other niggas are soft
Like Wonder Bread, they underfed
Eat something [?]
Money long, I speak on it
That shit just echo
They heard about it, scheming on me
Give these niggas that karma back
If it's on, then it's on
Then show me where that target at
Smoke these fools
No Nicorette, ain't trying to quit
That nigga high
Gotta watch who you aligning with
They idol me in these streets
I'm royalty in Paris
[?] my French goons want war for nigga cabbage
Leave your body ravaged, while I'm living lavish
250k on a new whip, baby girl that's standard
These haters cannot stand it, don't like to bust your cannon
Niggas can't eat around me, leave these cats on famine
It's all about planning
You fail the plan, plan to fail
You niggas lose that standard
Cannot even afford bail
[Chorus: Havoc]
You ain't gotta like me I do threesomes with you wifey
Then send her back to you, I coach her like Pat Riley
Champion winner
I'm a champion winner
You a microwaved dinner
I'm 5 star, hit his eyeball
You ain't gotta like me I do threesomes with you wifey
Then send her back to you, I coach her like Pat Riley
Champion winner
I'm a champion winner
You a microwaved dinner
I'm 5 star, bitches eyeball
[Verse 2: Havoc]
Niggas punch clocks
Me, I'm on my own time
Jet lagged, no sleep, still won't do no coke lines
That [?] got me so high, [?]
You niggas chicken shit
Now all of a sudden, I'm foul
You poultry, I'm beef
You don't want no parts of, I do it for the streets
Don't give a fuck about no pop love
I pop the glove, you over
Matter fact, I'm good son
Police be listening, that's your peeps, I'm good son
I grew up in that project, all I saw was foul shit
Senseless, niggas getting bucked over each their outfits
Brooklyn, Queens and Flushing Meadow Park
Shit was real, a bunch of cold hearts
M.O.B we mobbing
Take what's mines you starving
[?] that's turkey day, yeah nigga we carving
To the white meat, [?]
Knife looking like 5 feet
Cut you every way but loose
[?] don't pass by me
[Chorus: Havoc]
You ain't gotta like me I do threesomes with you wifey
Then send her back to you, I coach her like Pat Riley
Champion winner
I'm a champion winner
You a microwaved dinner
I'm 5 star, hit his eyeball
You ain't gotta like me I do threesomes with you wifey
Then send her back to you, I coach her like Pat Riley
Champion winner
I'm a champion winner
You a microwaved dinner
I'm 5 star, bitches eyeball
