Chicago n*ggas lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
You know, they say the streets lost their edge a little bit
Too much emo rap in the game
Some of your favorites done fell off
And most people leave out a keyword in street music
It's called quality, let's show y'all how it's done

[Verse 1: Moonie]
(Yea, uh, uh)
Tell me what you know about the middle of the map
Gangstas in them all-black White Sox fitted-caps
(DJ Drama: Stay with me)
Posted on the block, thirty-shot clip hanging
This ain't a rap trend, Chi-Town been banging
(Dramatic, n*gga)
(You know what I mean? Mr. Thanksgiving)
(Yeah)
...
Shootouts every night, they complaining that they can't sleep
It's a church and a liquor store all on the same street,
Rain, sleet, snow, man, I'm a hustle cocaine
All sales final; I'm a product of this dope game
Shorties got no aim, bullets got no name
Cluckers dancing in a line like they on Soul Train
We don't care about blue lights; come take a picture
Still tipping, that's the day of a Chicago n*gga
[Hook/Chorus: ?]
Chicago n*gga, this the city of the wind
n*ggas on the corner tryna win
Chicago n*gga, stay hustling the snow
n*ggas even hustle in the snow (yeah)
You see them blue lights in the air, cameras everywhere
We don't give a f*ck, we still tipping
Chicago n*gga, where they hustling the snow
n*ggas even hustle in the snow. Chicago n*gga

[Verse 2: Count]
These cops crooked in Chicago
Daley took 'em out them Crown Vics and bought 'em Tahoes
In traffic, I don't panic when I see them police lights
I got them pigs in my pockets like Jody Weis
Hustling that white snow, temperature is ice cold
My workers serving with them cameras on the light-pole
Gangster Disciples, Black Stones, BDs
The biggest street gang is the C-P-D
The sleeve on my Triple Goose smell like gunpowder
Hawk blowing like a car horn stuck in rush hour
Yeah, we swish cheese your driver's side door
That's how it is, that's how we live in Chicago

[Hook/Chorus] (x2)