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CHI-TOWN WAKE UP
Yea, CHI-TOWN, WAKE UP
CHI-TOWN, wake up
YEA, CHI-TOWN, WAKE UP
In Chi-Town yah brung up witcha guns up
When da sun goes down iz when my town will stick yah son up
Bound 2 get rundown when a nigga bout tah run up
Cuz nuttn comes between chi a nigga onna come up
Wanna bumrush the king ain’t a thing bring the thunder
U iz bout to spring, I’m waiting, guess I’m summa
Haymaka daze playas onli time you stunnaz
Niggas full of shit but chi town full of plummas
You dumba if u wonda whetha or not u’ll go unda
U don’t wantda humma lights shinin on ya bumpa
Quick 2 push ya buttons like dialin a numbaz
Quick 2 talk shit ’till we turn ’em n2 mumblaz
Funna when dey cum out, swingin like sum krumpas
Becuz once dey jump out, dey realize dey blunda
C huntas wit da pumps out, den fadeaway jumpa
Nigga like my shadow I kould neva run from ya
Chorus:
CHI-TOWN reala boys up Illa-noise WAKE UUUPPPP
CHI-TOWN WAKE UPPPPPP
CHI-TOWN CHI-TOWN
CHI-TOWN WAKE UP, we werk 4 dem double stackz *YEA*
Find us wurr da trouble at *YEA* blunts beers n duffle bags *YEA*
CHI-TOWN WAKE-UP
Cum n2 da jungle strapped
Poppin like sum bubblewrap
King kong 2 deez thundacatS
CHI-TOWN WAKE-UP
Chi-Town nigs don’t give a damn or a shit
Boutcha man or ya bitch if ya plan 2 give lip
We kan handle da shit like a candle iz lit
On wax beatcho ass n our scandels n shit
C-h-i-c-a-g-o dey got examples of dis
U a beast u a dog wuteva mammal u iz
We kan rambo ya shit so dunt gamble 2 live
Da ammo splatta yah brains, lookn like I scrambled ya grits (BITCH)
Rollin wit my blunt wrap, windows down gun strapped
Chip on my shoulda got me lookin a hunchback
Gun klacked wit da wolfpack wurr da fun’s at
Str8 2 da point like thumbtack, niggas got shit 2 start
Den dey start to runback when dey see da pistol arched
Or dey sit n start 2 shit cuz deyz a bitch at heart
N nigga I’m da shit dung crap bump dat fun fact
Chicago niggas is hungry n u got yo lunchpack
Chorus 1x:
*Dis is our mentality because of our realities
N our lack of salaries, gots us smokin piles of weed
Bring ur calavry who we devouring is towering
Niggas kant gain much like dey countin calories
Kall u niggas mallory or vallory man how r we
Just so much betta cuz da chedda motivates us hourly
Empowers me 2 flow sicka while u niggas barely ripple
Home of jordan we ballin, ya’ll niggas barely dribble
Big balls ova hurr we snicker at u skittles
Dat fiddle wit nipples while u wiggle a lil (giggle)
We make da pussy whistle, no riddles*
Ya’ll barely put a dent n dat ass like a dimple
We blazin ya’ll sizzle *PUSHY* we poppin ya’ll fizzle
We wilin ya’ll civil, we dawgs yall bits n kibbles
We got heat 4 yah beef jeez we must b a griddle
When u speak keep it simple 4 my peeps seek ya temple
Rekindle sentimental feelins of poppin niggas, like pimples
We don’t speak just beat like a *instrumental*……
*basically I hate’d 2 b ur agency
Ya’ll ain’t seein no bread, close down da bakery
Stop da fakery, take a seat b makin peace
Or face a G n taste defeat n lay deceased*
Pull ova n take u out, like my dick when I take a pee
Yawn as I drag u across my lawn n use ur face 2 rake da leaves
Break ya back *crack* now ya body makes a V
I’ma Permanent black marker, durrs no erasin me*
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