There’s a lot of things that I never understood, (never understood)
Somethin’ like Victory, look here, (look here)
Blessin’s to the men that walk Chicago streets, and survive (and survive)
We all in a test of time, (God bless us)
One thing let me show you, (show me)
Trials and tribulations, Victory, (victory), felony P.A.
This is a must, (this is a must)
Amongst the Chicago area, beyond the universe
Is have to be a must, C’mon
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Got to keep it real baby party all night
You spill your drink on me baby that’s all right
How should you be in the V.I.P., and the
Think of all the nights you can creep out with me
See I’m about leasin’ real estates
Ball with the heavyweights, tryin’ to get a bad hoe
Lease up in every state, some on the estimate
m#th*rf#ck*rs calculate, then to straight #ss shake
Thugs hyperventilate, bounce for me baby, baby, show me, show me love
For it’s ’bout the love of money, m#th*rf#ck*r stay in the club
Cause all my n#gg#’s fresh out start back
I fold em’ up murda baby right back
Shit, ya’ll in the Benz’s, hoe’s love us
If you not wit’ the flow, hoes ride wit’ us
My n#gg# Chas’ tol’ me never let em’ see you sweat
Never let em’ see you wet
Never let em’ call your bet
Sex for a rival, look for some 5-0
Watch those kinve’o’s, just anaylze yo’
n#gg#’s for the 5-0, bus’ those thugs on the flo’
With my eyes closed, m#th*rf#ck*rs wha’ ha!
You’d be lookin’ fine, and so sexy and all that
Threw away my pillow when I slept wit’ my gal
Bounce for me baby shake yo’ #ss like that
Remember us 96′, po’ see a cadillac
Ya’ll stressin’ now, while we’re tryin’ to handle that
Louie 13, hell yeah, sippin’ that, only ones to shine
(???) with 2 plaques, we be sangin’ dame’s, top that
Diamonds ’round my wrists goin’ blin’, blin’, blin’
Money at the bank goin’ ting’, ting’, ting’
Love or die be, put a rock on my fing’
Make the average (????) make a hummin’ bird sing
Ya’ll let me, let me, let me who?
Show a chick som’ paper tell me what she wan’ do
I could flip a jack, make a n#gg# go ooo…
You can get yo’ girls, I can with my own crew, wha’
All my thugs don’t count, you in the club bouncin’
He goin’ make yo’ habit go from a dub to an ounce
n#gg# pull drama, I’m gonna c#ck an’ spit
We tryin’ to take the city, the block ain’t sh#t
North pole n#gg#s get cold as the game get
I’m official, that means I pull it down with no cabbage, (no cabbage)
Open up shop with no status, (no status)
It’s my time to spit it, and make the world right
It’s my time to shine, like ya’ll girls said
It’s my turn to whip n#gg#s, and have n#gg#s Cross have it, look
Keep it for 3 months and I’m gon’ let ya’ll by, yeah, right now
I’m lookin’ for somethin’ it’s probably gonna be it, hey Ma
QP’s the baddest, yo’ sex, remind’s the status, me V.I.P.
You need, to holla at us.
Would you ride for me baby?
Would you bus’ some slugs in them n#gg#’s?
Heey, pump, pump, pump, pump, and ya’ll n#gg#s don’t want to duck
Lemme bump that sh#t for ya’, who make them hits for ya’
And when you down and out, I’m goin’ make them knicks for ya’
All my n#gg#s paper chase, paper chase,
And when them m#th*rf#ck*rs roll up in yo’ face
You can catch a case, catch a case, so I just stay home n#gg#s
I’ve got a phone n#gg#s, roll when I blow n#gg#, hittin’ other cities
Then I’m runnin’ through the toll n#gg#s, partner we die young
Wil’in out, no doubt, have fun, V.I.P., pop guns, and I drop bombs
But I, told ya’ll m#th*rf#ck*rs just to come
And anything in my perimeter I bomb
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