Chi-Raq (UPT)

[Produced by Allen Ritter, Boi-1da & Vinylz] [Verse 1: M.Wade] Don’t sell bricks but this verse weight They can’t forget me, first date Safe to say that running thru rap like topics, First Take Treat the Burg like a debate desk Y'all niggas foul so it’s late tecs Hit your girl with no latex And it’s kind of ironic how I got that pussy on lock We practice no safe sex Got enough bars to test lawyers Planned this shit like my next voyage And it never matter where niggas go Cause they get misery like Tom Sawyer Painting pickets Danny Ainge, I sell tickets Top so lonely I’m hearing crickets Fuck that mean Snakes around me but I keep it a bean Ask these niggas who the fuck you think they came for, nigga me I guarantee y'all ain’t up yet I coach killers, Will Muschamp And niggas praying that the shoe don’t fit We’ll have ourselves some upsets Difference is I don’t fuck with rats Always taught to get the cheese myself Never been bout that gunplay But I will squeeze that shit myself Y'all shit weak, my shit hit the news If she materialistic, give her these family jewels Holocaust rap, it ain’t safe for Jews Never been religious but I need an Oral Torah for what He brews Them Latin Kings, vámonos Niggas smoke scriptures, chronicles I bring a chick in, take her soul and leave it for my General Uptown’s where I reside from In the middle of shit like Malcolm Got all these niggas like “how come" Niggas got shot like they down one [Hook M.Wade] Know a couples niggas not qualified Drop 80 bars leave em all quiet Come around don’t apologize You my enemy there’s no compromise Niggas missing when it’s drama time Money coming yea it’s comma time Got the game all traumatized Make a rap nigga commit suicide [Verse 2: Sherrod] Niggas hatin' from the back drop I fuck a girl give her back shots I spit it raw like a crack rock I’m Nino Brown with that flat top Nigga talkin' that hype shit Til I shank his ass wit an ice pick Goons show up where you rest at Better duck down when that tec clap If a nigga run while bustin' rounds I'mma turn his ass to a wetback Niggas smoke till y'all face numb But my .40 sounds like a base drum Beat a niggas ass like Mayweather Chrome in your mouth you taste tester Black latter and that clip full That shit bark like a pit bull 50 rounds when that drum stop We bang heavy metal no punk rock You talk shit that fun stops Make a nigga disappear like Young Joc Loading up with that blue steel Bitches love me I’m too real If them things hit you you’re lucky If you get to take five steps like Dru Hill Some niggas they don’t like me some say that I’m cocky now Well if I did change that’s my prerogative Bobby Brown We pull up on your block lurkin' in that Durango Infrared on that AR got more aim than Django Niggas mad at how I’m spittin' it Niggas mad at how I’m gettin' it Niggas mad that when I see their bitch its guaranteed that I’m hittin it Most niggas their shits trash Soft niggas wit they bitch ass Swear to God I’ll let a clip blast Hit a nigga with the K like his bitch mad Most of these dudes don’t really trap I spit this shit & I don’t really rap Real niggas we don’t sleep We count money we don’t count sheep Coppin whips at the dealership Cuz we gettin' money & we killin' shit [Outro] Niggas stay throwing shots Nigga we the hottest in the city, fuck a region Ask if we ain’t take them trips nigga I paved the way for you nigga Chea!