Chi Town’s Finest lyrics

[Twista]
n*gga, I'm bout 4 seconds off yo ASS
When I get that itch, you betta pass, cause I'm ready to blast
Breaking them motherf*ckers off when pistol pumpin hollow points
You ain't gonna LAST
Cause I'm bout to f*ck you STRAIGHT UP
sh*t I be dippin up in the club, my milla-meter go buck
Now you bogus as f*ck, sh*t outta luck
I'm a murder your spot in yo GUT
And run up right beside of yo crib
Jus talkin bout sh*t you jus did, neva tellin the pigs
About the weapons and the work you put in to find where I hide my sh*t
Cause she was all on my di*k
Wonderin where I be hustlin and bustin n*ggas on the Block
Servin rocks, I was hot, but I to keep takin cause I had to get RICH
Now I got a lil BIT OF SCRATCH, Navigator and a 'llac
You be on a n*gga back, said you tired of servin packs
You want me to front you a few G SACKS
So I broke you off a lil SOME SOME
Give a n*gga high off one bum, from the jump, make yo body slump
Make the Tempo pump, cause you servin dem GUMPS
From the Westside to the SOUTHSIDE
Because we be ready to ride, because we bout pride, what was Cowhide
Do what was hard, now high, we bout die
Put him off the temp ready to hurt 'em
Now they mouth wide, we murders that will bust all of y'all
Togetha brotha, we ball or fall
Cap.One, b*tch, shinin' to ya like I'm bout to draw
Windy City haters, f*ck all of y'all
[Chorus 2X]
[Twista] To the gangstas and hustlers, Chi thugs, throw it up
While we smoke 5-bo lets get buck
[Rashawnna] Why we rollin to the westside?
n*gga let's ride to the Southside and roll 'em up
[Cap.One] And you know I can't forget bout
My n*ggas and b*tches who had my back when I was out on the cut
[Twista] Hit the clutch, we bout to whip up the club
Trippin, we gonna pick up the punk

[Rashawnna]
How many n*ggas wanna bust the gunshots
Touch the Glock, back on the block
For my n*ggas that pop one shot
Murderious n*ggas that put the barrel in yo mouth
And bury it outside, cop keys on the drive
Love, love all my b*tches and thugs
That put a slug in any n*gga that f*ckin wit my blood
Hey, hate for any n*gga for to stay
And for the fake n*ggas f*ckin wit J
I can't wait to KILL
Kill all n*gga that will
This sh*t is real, when you up in the field, in my field
TAKE, Take a n*gga life to see, how many n*ggas wanna die for me
Now motherf*cker, wild WILD, is the home, holla Southside
And its on, I'ma ride wit my chrome, I'm a silent the chrome
Take the whole world on my own
n*gga, I'ma die on the throne
Its the b*tch that killed the sh*t
Now f*ckin wit this, I love you di*ks
Runnin up wit the di*k, wanna lick
A big b*tch, wit big dreams, and big sh*t
f*ck wit a n*gga that put the gleam on the wrist
Killaz, wild ass n*ggas, drug dealerz
Motherf*ckers that put lead all up in ya
Send you to bed, the bloodshed with the red to yo head
When you f*ck wit guerillas
[Chorus]

[Cap.One]
sh*t, I love when I get on the block not even goin thru a thang
Spittin it for n*ggas and b*tches who holla my name
You feelin more pressure and pain
n*ggas is jealous and wanna step out of the game
You tellin me life is the same
I'm tellin you n*ggas, you sheisty for the price of the fame
Or have n*ggas goin insane
Spittin it for n*ggas and b*tches who want me to reign
Enter the mind of a Don
Cap-to-tha-Dot-to-tha-One
n*gga, who we pop wit the guns
On the block, all day, tryin to get my money right
n*ggas on the roof lookin out wit the ones
Wit the ??? f*cks, ice, I say get down on my nutts
Bounce wit a pound in the trunk
f*ckin wit some hoes, watch dem go up in the room
Every n*gga who I'm down gon bust
Hit it from the Don, blow dro quick wit the Chrome
Blaze till Six in the Morn
Slide to the club
Hoes wanna show a n*gga love
sh*t, we can ride drinkin, Bone "Foe Tha Luv of Tha.."
n*ggas and b*tches that push weight
And flip gates flick to da lake
Ballin C-A-P Dot, gun c*ck
Run in yo spot, lick shots and give a f*ck
To da mallin (WHA)
So I be reppin da wild
n*ggas in front with the tech and the crowd
Spit rhythms and get 'em buck wit many styles
Get patience, what da f*ck n*gga we out
Den, you know I can't forget bout da crib
n*ggas dat be wit me on da tip
Let 'em know that it's on, T and Shawn', Cap One who da Don
My n*ggas got it on in this b*tch
[Chorus] - repeat 2X