Lyrics:
figures
Put your boy up in the picture
Knowin I wanna be down with ya
Memphis niggas, Chi-Town niggas
Clicked up like notorious killas
Never focused, always
up, Chi town I be really pimping
But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living
Women, weed and weather
(They come for) women, weed and weather
For
York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi-town I be really pimpin'
But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'
Women, weed, and weather
They come for
[Chorus:]
C-town's how we ride
Chi-town's how we ride
Midwest how we ride
Come see how we ride
C-town's how we ride
Chi-town's how we ride
Pretty ring, I know
But she hit the phone
Just what she own
Salt on the streets
Timbs on my feet
Best time to give
Chi-Town it is
Fam all around
sport, still thinks he's a mil-lion-aire.
Still thinks he's a mil-lion-aire, pipe dreams ban-ish ev-'ry care.
Chi-na-town, my chi-na-town
Where
days
Gold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J's
(Ball so hard) bitch behave, just might let you meet 'Ye
Chi town's D. Rose, I'm movin'
sport, still thinks he's a mil-lion-aire.
Still thinks he's a mil-lion-aire, pipe dreams ban-ish ev-'ry care.
Chi-na-town, my chi-na-town
Where
Lay 'em all
down when I creep through your town and clown. I bet you feela this nigga behind the trigger, clack back. Stack, that black
nigga killa
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa (ah, ah, yeah, oh)
[DukeDaGod]
Before we get into this Killa Season
Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal
[40 Cal.]
Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker
Gat to your
Brooklyn bombers (same song)
Detroit players (same song)
Chi-Town, all around the world
Said it's all love, Sure Club, MIA
Party at bungalow eight,
sport, still thinks he's a mil-lion-aire.
Still thinks he's a mil-lion-aire, pipe dreams ban-ish ev-'ry care.
Chi-na-town, my Chi-na-town
Where
Sniverling little bunny bouncing up and down,
Scummy little creatures,
Run them out of town,
In the tiny tunnels scuffling under ground,
Toxic
and ten towns
Down on these clowns mean-fug forwns turn em up side down
Let smoke out the pound of the kush
Presidential like bush, whoops I mean
them
Just to go back and recruit them
I'm talkin' 'bout war
To all the killas and the hundred dolla billas
Real hittas who ain't got no feelins
To all
me on, gone
We strivin home, gone
I ride on chrome
We strivin' home, gone
Killa, I ride on chrome
Knock knock, who's there
Killa Cam, Killa
me on, gone
We strivin' home, gone
I ride on chrome
We strivin' home, gone
Killa, I ride on chrome
Knock knock, who's there
Killa Cam, Killa
Up from the 36 Chambers
Heheh, it's the Ghostface Killah
Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang
')
Show me something new in town (Chi', Chi', Chi', Chi')
Pick me up before I drown (Chi', Chi', Chi')
Pick me up before I drown
Pick me up before I
WHY DON'T YOU LOOK ME UP,
DOWN IN CHI-CHI HOTCHA WATCHEE.
VM CHI-CHI HOTCHA WATCHEE,
MY HOME TOWN.
VM&MM WHY DON'T YOU LOOK ME UP,
DOWN IN
(chorus 2x)
When I touchdown uh uh oh oh mah nigga
Southside chi town, quick to pull the trigger
When I touchdown ima get up off my feet yah nigga
should lie low
Killa, I used to get it in Ohio
Don't forget the Chi though, guns are like a pyro
You keep playin' you will look like a gyro
Verse 2:
Yo,
Discuss these Chi Town Killas Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In