Rhymefest, Mikkey Halsted, Bump J - Chicago-Rillas lyrics
[Rhymefest, Mikkey Halsted, Bump J - Chicago-Rillas lyrics]
Meet them Chicago-Rillas
Yeahand we some cold hard killas
Meet them Chicago-Rillas
Yeahwe 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 Common moved to NY
I was in the hundreds runnin' around
Totin 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 a vest 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 then 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 finna snatch
It from under you
I'll help a nigga bag dependin'
On how my numbers do
Huh, and this ain't Wayne talkin' greasy
Greasy
This is Jeffrey Manor-isms and they need me
Need me
I'm a gremlin after 12 ho feed me, feed me
Girls we got it's too hot for TV, TV
THAT'S RI I I I GHT, 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 snitch, I 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 malik
And we ain't fin a spit poetry
I'll put a punk head where the floor be
I'm like bullets flying through the hood
You can't ignore me BITCH
Yeah 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 quit's
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
(with Rhymefest and Mikkey, NIGGA)
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 lead's gone
Block bloody murder, redrum (redrum, NIGGA)
Yeahand we some cold hard killas
Meet them Chicago-Rillas
Yeahwe 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 Common moved to NY
I was in the hundreds runnin' around
Totin 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 a vest 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 then 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 finna snatch
It from under you
I'll help a nigga bag dependin'
On how my numbers do
Huh, and this ain't Wayne talkin' greasy
Greasy
This is Jeffrey Manor-isms and they need me
Need me
I'm a gremlin after 12 ho feed me, feed me
Girls we got it's too hot for TV, TV
THAT'S RI I I I GHT, 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 snitch, I 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 malik
And we ain't fin a spit poetry
I'll put a punk head where the floor be
I'm like bullets flying through the hood
You can't ignore me BITCH
Yeah 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 quit's
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
(with Rhymefest and Mikkey, NIGGA)
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 lead's gone
Block bloody murder, redrum (redrum, NIGGA)