state Countless california calls We could not stand the wait We played the pier on venice beach The crowd called out for more Zappa and the mothers
And gave it to a sick poet for the antidote If music gets you choked up this is the tree and the rope This is Chi [Chicago) nigga, I'm mister all of that
on this shit, go in) [Ghostface Killah] Left the buildin on start up, heavy Niggaz couldn't take the chain, it's too heavy Word to mother, I was swingin
out with her mother like I'm in high school And I don't sale crack to my African brothers I sell it to they mothers and they ex-lovers So go ahead bitch
justice real niggaz love this I pop shit on wackstas 'Cause I aint scared of no motherfuckas' I smash you bash you smoke you like a blunt then I pass you Have you standing still like a statue one mother
proof escape skills We're paper chasin', leavin' trails of shell cases Adjacent to the part of your body where the blood's wasted And the life taken, Chicago
Mr. Blue Collar, yeah, you know what? It's time for me to give a testament to where I came from The streets of Chicago, Southside Yeah, Mr. Blue Collar
's a rebel She's a saint She's salt of the earth And she's dangerous She's a rebel Vigilante Missing link on the brink Of destruction From Chicago to
the fame better watch out fade away no time for the fame missed the boat better wash it away wash it away back to chicago go to chicago cause the
I stand here, a black man I have no history I was brought up in East Chicago And I grew up on the streets The chains around the playground Were the chains
view Of where the insanity live My vida loca was built like Bob Villa, villa gone He architected, I authored what I harbored Jimmy Carter from Chicago
spend a day buzzed Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors The age of Kane and Big Daddy,shown by the caddies Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me My mother
we stopped and tried to break up a fight We hit keno in Reno and lost it all in Vegas the very next night We hopped a train in Chicago and skinny dipped
We'll have twice what we started with Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat Mother
my death// Like nation of Islam ministers did to Malcolm X// But I'm never stressed, I stay with the gat in a Riot// Ready for beef like Chicago with
we're turning out? This is how pimps get pimped, And players get played, Rich people get robbed, And broke niggas get payed. New York, London, Chicago
used to Yep we bet that we ride bikes Carrying bones and jordan 5's Got every single color so Just in case you wonder My parties is always live As a mother