Rhymefest Follow

[Chorus: Rhymefest + Mikkey]
Meet them Chicago-Rillas
Yeah..And we some cold hard killas
Meet them Chicago-Rillas
Yeah..We came to get that scrilla

[Mikkey]
Uh, point blank Charlie, Im 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 dont do no bird call, bitch we been fly
And we wont 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 whats in the chamber
And if this wont 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 owe everything worth some even your teeth
And beef, you dont want, it I promise that
This is south homicide of Chicago, honor that

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[Rhymefest]
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
Ill help a nigga bag dependin on how my numbers do
Huh, and this aint Wayne talkin greazy, greazy
This is just your mannerisms and they need me, need me
Im a gremlin out the 12 ho feed me, feed me
Girls we got its too hot for TV, TV
THATS RIIIIGHT, Naw it aint 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, yall will never tell
When the heat is on, I will never bail
I will, never--let a stud extort me
Ill run up in your house with my leaking wing fin a spit poetry
Ill put a punk head with a floor beat
Im like bullets flying through the hood, you cant ignore me BITCH

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[Bump J]
My crew is thorough
I see life through a barrel
Im clean cause I make green like blue and yellow
I got a deal, I aint flash-youll ball out
I went in cops with crates of guns and passed em all out
Im that hood, make rappers call it quits
Ive been good, Atlantic just made it all legit
Its all real, yall rappers just act hard
And we spend money like it grows in our backyard
The MAC-11 is with me, Im going well over 80
In that navy blue 760
And Im headed towards the hundreds, the king of the city
Going to get this money (with Rhymefest and Mikkey, NIGGA)
Crossing them, youre dead wrong
I will grab that chrome
Put it on your head like some head phones
You dont want Bump to squeeze till the legs gone
Block bloody murder, redrum (redrum, NIGGA)

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