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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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I rap with the passion of Christ, nigga cross me |
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Took it outta space and niggas thought they lost me |
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I'm back like a chiropract wit B-boy survival rap |
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This ain't '94 Joe we can't go back |
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The game need a makeover |
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My man retired, I'ma takeover |
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Tell these halftime niggas, "Break's over" |
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I'm raw hustlas getcha bakin' soda |
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Too many rape the culture |
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Leave rappers with careers and their faith over |
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It's a war goin' on, you can't fake bein' a soldier |
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In the basement listenin' to tapes of |
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Ultra magnetic to the fact the Messiah's black |
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I turn the TV down we could take it higher than that |
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I wonder if these wack niggas realize they wack |
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And they the reason that my people say they tired of rap |
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Inspired by black, Muslims and Christian |
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Pushin' Cutlasses, dope, and other traditions |
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In the conditions of the city, the city, the city |
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The city, the city, the city, c'mon |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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A black figure, in the middle of chaos and gun fire |
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So many raps about rims, I'm surprised niggas ain't become tires |
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On the street you turn code and then go screech |
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I tell 'em, "Fuck 'em", like I do the police |
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The beast in runnin' rampant |
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I'm in between sheets tryna have sex that's tantric |
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But the ghetto, tryna make a get up stand up anthem |
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You spit hot garbage son of Sanford |
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What you rappin' for to get fame or get rich? |
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I slap a nigga like you and tell him Rick James bitch |
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Witcha Hollywood stories on porches |
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We prolly heard stories on who became rich |
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And whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switch |
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You didn't know where to aim it, you still remain bitch |
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I'm forever puttin' words together |
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Some'll sever mothers from daughters and fathers from sons |
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The name Com has never been involved in run |
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Unless it's DMC or runnin' these broads to bein' free |
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I'm harder than the times, you hardly scary |
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Holdin' gats inside, you cats is Halle Berry |
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They ask me where hip hop is goin', it's Chicagoan |
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Poetry's in motion like a picture, now showin' |
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It's the city, the city y'all, the city, the city y'all |
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C'mon |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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We don't stop, naw we don't quit |
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And you say Chi city |
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