today, some Americans attended memorial services For victims of Tuesday's acts of terrorism Thousands gathered at Chicago's Daily Plaza Hundreds more
wrong sign And every day I watch the murder rate increases And even worse the epidemic and diseases What is the future? The projects lookin' hopeless Where more and more
leavin' town" She says, "One thing's for certain I don't love you any more" And throws down the ring As she walks out the door Golden ring, with one
Mary J and you were standing in line To purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind And I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago Zen And like Chicago
Frank Lucas. Cocaine, He got it by the boulder, got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter. Cocaine, So he keep one in the holster, Colombian connects
I really don't have to tell you much about this one Because the song is like the song is like self-explanatory You know what I mean? It's called My Own
and woopin', I'm sick of beggin' niggas for rides I'd rather be the one that's scoopin' 'Cause in these last days, it's day to day hustlin' for me I won
losses Hauling niggas asses off in coffins with that One, two, three, 45.'s Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga One
game is how we do it at the Playaz Club Check the fool or kick it in the tub 'Cuz we kick much ass at the Playaz Club More champagne, Mr. 4-Tay? From day one
SWEET BETTY AIN'T NEVER SEEN A BEAR THAT COULD DANCE BEFORE WELL, IT'S ONE STEP, TWO STEPS, THREE STEPS FOUR A BOTTLE OF SODA AND HE'LL DANCE SOME MORE
in spite and out of greed just for money. Valentine's Day - red roses - it's said that some have died for love. In North Clark Street Chicago they
can?t hardly blame ?em it must be a bitchCounting the crosses off down in the ditch This one?s got flowers, this one?s got a wreath This one?s got a name
ll see again ...no one to no they no they wont... all that way all that way all that way fame fortune fame fortune fame fortune no more fail safe
' Jack The ripper is back and you can't escape 'Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape I want beef, bring on the rookies I got more
Yeah, yeah, one more time, seventies shit, got the lean Shit is leaning, it's to the left, it's just leaning, dribbling Like, like he gave it a bag of
play daddy Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay With waists so they weigh they status on the streets License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day
a little love, then make a little more And tonight, baby I?m yours We can make a little love, then make a little more Make a little love (repeat 7 more
Brown] All that bullshit's for the birds You ain't nothin but a vulture Always hopin for the worst Waiting for me to fuck up up You'll regret the day