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Chicago Nothin S Gonna Stop Us Now

a hot hollow in him, I never lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind, Butter's soft in the Benz and the 9 hold 10, As time keep's tickin', I'm Chevrolet

explaining, represcussions if you don't comply Get ready motherfucker, my city's full of brothers who struggle Breed's, T's, I's, U's, C's, Four Corner

??? clap I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for payback It go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no cash nigga? Say my name now that's

think you've had enough Give me my mic back You ain't even write that Oh it's like that Track stop pumping till this nigga stop fronting Yeah yeah now

S.C., that's me Niggaz be tryin to see me, but they can't get with me Now what? Well it's the Mistress, blowin in like El Nino Throwin blows to yo' cerebral

never seen a rat smile My last trial's one of the reasons why I rap now But still could blaow any nigga actin irate now Fuckin with me's worse than duckin

S.C., that's me Niggaz be tryin to see me, but they can't get with me Now what? Well it's the Mistress, blowin in like El Nino Throwin blows to yo' cerebral

The real motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me end It's gonna end up in a bloodbath No doubt That's the only way I'm going out [Chorus:] It's on motherfucker