chicago-rillas

rhymefest

meet them chicago-rillas

yeah.and we some cold hard killas

meet them chicago-rillas

yeah.we came to get that scrilla

uh

point blank charlie

i'm that nigga

been killing them kanye tracks before jigga

hooked with no id when kanye moved to ny

i was in the hundreds runnin around totaled semis

left cash money and started my own empire

and we don't do no bird call

bitch we been fly

and we won't kiss another man in the mouth

we gangsta

but we will run up in your house and stain ya

close range murder remain ya

empty the whole clip plus what's in the chamber

and if this won't help you joe you know what we aim for

lower that ice boy you know what we came for

nigga

act like it we gon' put you to sleep

we'll own everything worth some even your teeth

and beef

you don't want

it i promise that

this is south homicide of chicago

honor that

you could never hold this block like i do

you grew up with a house full of women and let your momma pussify you

started gangbangin in high school

got your ass whipped and you stopped gangbangin in high school

this is something to ride to

bitch ho wonderful

twista

common and kanye look real comfortable

bump

fest and mikkey fin a snatch it from under you

i'll help a nigga bag dependin on how my numbers do

huh

and this ain't wayne talkin greazy

greazy

this is just your mannerisms and they need me

need me

i'm a gremlin out the 12 ho feed me

feed me

girls we got it's too hot for tv

tv

that's riiiight

naw it ain't jeezy

jeezy

them chicago-rillas gon' snatch ya freebie

wear it around the hood

believe me

and when you want it back the price moved up like george and weezie

i will never sit

y'all will never tell

when the heat is on

i will never bail

i will

never let a stud extort me

i'll run up in your house with my leaking wing fin a spit poetry

i'll put a punk head with a floor beat

i'm like bullets flying through the hood

you can't ignore me bitch

my crew is thorough

i see life through a barrel

i'm clean cause i make green like blue and yellow

i got a deal

i ain't flash-you'll ball out

i went in cops with crates of guns and passed 'em all out

i'm that hood

make rappers call it quits

i've been good

atlantic just made it all legit

it's all real

y'all rappers just act hard

and we spend money like it grows in our backyard

the mac-11 is with me

i'm goin well over 80

in that navy blue 760

and i'm headed towards the hundreds

the king of the city

going to get this money

crossing them

you're dead wrong

i will grab that chrome

put it on your head like some head phones

you don't want bump to squeeze till the leads gone

block bloody murder

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