style is jaded My juice is grated Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision Crews is gettin split
Lil' Los) [Woodie] I sling my nuts over my shoulder [shoulder] Discharge like a soldier Enemies fall to their back from the impact Of a tre five seven
played like my five-year old's newborn toys Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways Thats
niggas don't wanna let him shine Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine Guess who
seven to nine Guess who's the odd man out I guess we got something in common I'm just a little more calm when I'm about to split your arm in Put a hole
me grief I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven A project nigga
mares Ride your flesh forever on All pain removed Thrown back on you All given is now taken As I took is given back Seven knots in all It has been done
employs the unbelievable Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until you start to quiver, metabolism splits
way split, me, 40, an Cel, about my mail I was bound to have, see you fuckin wit a mutha fuckin Savage. [Chorus x2: Celly Cel, E-40, B-Legit] 50 ways
cut Social Security You couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone tittie It ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways Chino will amaze in so many different ways
-year old's newborn toys Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways Thats rough like my face
yo what up now? Non-believers hatin what the fuck now? Bucktown kid, you can get struck down for that shit The mack spit, accurate, make your back split
role with me [Verse 4: Big Pimp] Ok, the nigga who kill my boy Willie, only get fifteen years But you know that time get split, so he'll do bout seven