The Chicago Thrill

[Hook: La Roux "In For the Kill] [Verse 1: Chief Chill] See I'm goin' in and You could never stop me You comin' at the King Get Yo ass beat like Rodney I keep my paper to myself Cause all these haters copy And I'm the king of the hill Y'all lame ass Niggas Bobby See I'm from the Windy City Yea that MidWest Where we keep our hearts in our pockets Not up in our chest A word from the wise Invest, in a fuckin' vest Fuck around and get caught On the wrong side of life and death Cause these streets are cold But the heat is colder Get your ass rolled over Face down, Minus the boulder We put money on your head Cause nobody gives a fuck If you got the Chips Stacked up on your fuckin' shoulder And that's law and order That's the way of the streets At the end of they day Only One of us is gon' get to eat The hood will eat the weak Leave your body with no meat But to the city It's just another hungry mouth that's now deceased There ain't no tears That's just how it is Everybody in this city All about they fuckin' biz And if you're not Than that memo, shit, you might have missed Cause life ain't fair But then again what really is [Verse 2: Chief Chill] See I went in for the kill Then brought back the sour My pockets screaming People ask do it get much louder Super Kush turned up And Now I got the power Gettin higher than Dwight Howard Standing on the Eiffel Tower I keep my head in the clouds And my mind on money It's the root of evil But lack of ambition will get you nothing So I grab the mic And then I get to running Tryin' to stack this paper Cause No One is gunna do it for me They ask me why I do it I say it's for the thrill Get paid for what you love to do Let my skill reveal And watch the fans appeal Cause I'm the real deal Always keep it Chief And never give a fuck how hater feel That's the words I live by So I keep it movin' You would think I'm snatching bags The way they say the kid's pursuing And If you got a dream Then you got everything I just made these beats my bitch Without the wedding ring Then I cuffed up Mary Introduced her to the squad Ever since then We Break her down, just to collect our thoughts My Pen and pad are the weapons For this war that I've fought This is for all the dark days And bright people the city's lost Shoutout L.E.P., Whaddup La Roux We Just Doin' This Here Do it for the thrill, so we go in for the kill And maybe the sour