Chi-Raq (Freestyle) lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Verse:]
Thugga!
Last of a dime breed of d trill n*ggas
Ain’t too many more real n*ggas
On d beat or in d street
On everythang, I killed n*ggas
I been a boss, I build n*ggas
Took-took plenty up out d hood
But you can’t feed em if they ain’t hungry
I’m a haugg n*gga, misunderstood
Wuh-wuh-was broke without a pot to p*ss
Got on ma grind, till I got rich
H-how d hell you think I got dis?
I’m still on top, they ain’t got sh*t
In-independent, no help n*gga
Di-did d album myself n*gga
My label still gettin paper
Your label made you a chef n*gga
On deep an head off, in dat drop head no strap n*gga
Street n*ggas still f*ck wit Thug
They know I ain’t just no rap n*gga
I post it up in dat trap n*gga
Still on hunid ain’t nothing changed
They see me out everywhere I go
You pussies out bleedin an constrained
Fuh-fuh-f*ck fame don’t f*ck wit me
n*ggas still can’t f*ck wit me
Since 17 I been a G, dat northside’s still stuck wit me
You punks ain’t ma pedigree
I seen em come an seen em go
Tryna keep up wid a haugg n*gga
But they can’t survive when sh*t gets slow
Ne-never stoppin still want mo’
An dat foe foe of my foe foe
Ma lil n*ggas now grown killas
That’ll show up to yo front door
Fuh-f*ck I got a front fo’
I live everythang I say mayne
You n*ggas pop til you get exposed
Lose yo change then lose yo fame
I don’t f*ck wit no loose mayne
Still winnin ain’t neva endin
Live like a boss I’m still spendin
Ma smile face from the beginnin
Thugga!
Hey!
(Always talk d same sh*t on a track. The money, the cars, the clothes, the hoes, the jewellery, the house, the money, the cars, the clothes, the hoes, the jewellery, the house. Is this all that it mo’. Everyday I notice things, it’s always the same performance. An we do d same thing, 10 years ago, let me show you how to get to d money)
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