Lyrics:
like (bang bang)
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like (this Chicago, nigga)
They smile in my face is what I don't like
They steal your whole
call, he said 10-4
Tight like Lamont Rollo
Lago for El Gato
My house like a posto
Fat hoes in Chicago
First class, tomorrow row
Lingo called my
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
Not from Atlanta, but I got the cater
Not from Chicago, but I'm a bear
I'm a bay area nigga, 49er, Raider
I'm about my bread man, I ain't no sucker
til the end
Make sure you give me every drip
The same man
New bed break it in
Before that she came in
Before that we made amends
She said it's fine by
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
By Thomas McKee
Hi and howdy doody.
I'm a union man
You can call me Rudy.
Any of you boys not paid up on your cards?
You know I'm pleased
And when you go get faded, wanna be debated by yo barber (By yo barber)
Compared to Shawn, Wayne and Vince to complete the Carters
Been on the bench
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
And when you go get faded, wanna be debated by yo barber (By yo barber)
Compared to Shawn, Wayne and Vince to complete the Carters
Been on the bench
cold in the D
Went to school in Atlanta, in Chicago for the week
Friends and their friends can get in SWAT team
Hot things, hot dames, sunbathe,
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
too cut
I'm in the cut gettin' sucked by two sluts
Pay for the hit he'll kill your favorite shooter
Ain't goin' vacation, that's the power
died in Iraq
Five hundred and nine died in Chicago
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Uh, real niggas just multiply
And they say by twenty-one
girl I'm comin' through
I got a couple things that we can do
I just had to call ya
Big T and I'm from Chicago
You know I gotta represent the city
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
uh, uh, uh
Two, uh, uh, uh, ah
Coffee
Whether your eyes are wide open, or eyes wide shut
Riding by eyeing, wide thighs and butt
Wide eyed and bushy
don't get gunned down by the Police
Give a hand - give a hand - give a hand
My ladies and my mans 50 grand,50 grand
Y'all been there through the flaws,
missing you
DC's missing you Chicago's missing you
(It's been too long and I'm lost without you)
Kidada's missing you Shock is missing you
Colleen is
To be quite honest, man he was better than me
I watched his scholarships deplete
He went from 10 D1 offers to 3
And even then only one had
Yeah
We the motherfucking north
Nothing to something
Real Rap
Shout out the 2011 Chicago Bulls
Let's get it
Fuck these hoes
Didn't understand back in
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
the highway casts it's spell
Here comes Muddy cross the Mississippi in a cloud of Chicago Blues
Little Walter harpin' like a saxophone, Man he paid some dues
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