Letras:
Chicago Ain T It Blue

and thugs rough wont cut it what if all this tough rug thug stuff aint really what what is is it my job to own this fucking mic until it starts to melt

to do the rules I knew Ain't it sad Ain't it sad Ain't it true Ain't it true Ain't it blue Ain't it blue Ain't it blue Sometimes I want to walk away I

to do the rules I knew Ain't it sad Ain't it sad Ain't it true Ain't it true Ain't it blue Ain't it blue Ain't it blue Sometimes I want to walk away I

up the five four (HO!) The streets of St. Louis call it survival (HEY!) [Kyjuan] Your game ain't tight, no you ain't pimping kin (HO!) You see the Cutlass

Drive headbangers to airbangers Brother I'm the best painter with ten fingers It's the Chicago Picasso I'm New York's Leonardo Don't get it backwards

: [Intro: RZA] Tiger style Yo, huh, huh Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck

Booker T's at the front door, saying it's time to go Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight, 63rd to southshore We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo Ain't no

Twista like we Chicago, hey Shout out to OPEC rolls up the five four, ho The streets of St. Louis call it survival, hey Your game ain't tight, no you ain't

common sense 'Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics Soul, rock and roll, the hip hop that we producin' yea It's the gear, it