Correction Lyrics Chi-Raq by Nicki Minaj & G Herbo

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Mmm, uhh

Ain't yellin' cut, when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs, with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
F**k wrong wit' these ho n***as?
Don't do coke, I don't blow n***as
I don't tell n***as, I show n***as
And it's never less than like four n***as
(Four-four) Four wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup, n***a
He telling and he hiding
But real n***as still catch a n***a
Co-cop 'Raris, I don't test drive 'em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These n***as that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
Ki-king pins and them drug lords
Chi-Chi-Town, no gun laws
Broke b*t*hes that talk sh*t?
Now them the b*t*hes I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter came at me
Look-lookin' a** n***as ain't happy
Roll-rolled out with some Latin Kings
And some eses in 'em plain khakis
Smack b*t*hes, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop-pop pu**y on a hand stand
They suckin' d**k like it's band camp
Call-call-call Webb and then call Nitti
Queens n***as in, it's all hoodies
Kidnappin' and then rob n***as
Call D-Roc for a biggie
Pu**y a** little rap n***as
I f**ked with real trap n***as
Pop star, i-icon
But I send n***as, come snatch n***as
I'm with EBK, you on EBT
Got a black nine, call it BET
School n***as, get a GED
And I tease n***as, make em B-E-G
Got a money fetish, I'ma fly to Venice
Got a big house, I can play some tennis
Lil Herb, what's good?
I'm a bad b*t*h and I f**k good
Know a couple n***as that's down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time
Run up on a n***a with the llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
1-50, I'm really with it
I'll drop his a** and then forget it
I'm the man 'round my side of town
Might see a b*t*h and forget I hit it

I'm a young n***a, I be gettin' money
Take your b*t*h from you
And these n***as don't get no respect
I'ma stay 100 'til I'm six under
Matter fact, I gotta keep it 150
For every n***a that's gon' come with me
I'm on Roc Block with a new semi
And a blue Bentley, it do 160
Smoke a lot a of weed, like f**k kidneys
Put a dutch in me, got a .40 on me
I don't trust any, and if any n***a ever try to end me
I'ma die shooting, prayin' God forgive me
You too busy hating, you can't get no paper
Why are y'all so silly? Straight killers
I can call so many, I don't love no b*t*hes
But my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki
I'm in Hollywood, came from Kingston Food
Shorties standing, in the streets with tools
Where I'm from we don't play no games
Ain't no April fools, you will make the news
Where I hang, we don't say no names
If you talk to cops, I stay away from you
Keep your mouth shut in them investigations
You'll be out the station, in a day or two
Dedication and a little patience
Lead to domination on my way to greatness
Don't put yourself up in a situation
Puttin' my relations, in your conversations
Shoot a opposition, with no hesitation
You get my position, then you better take it
Know some young bulls from a while back
Tryna leave the game but they never made it
I got old sh*t, killin' your sh*t
On a couple tracks I just never played it
Pu**y n***a you don't want war
I got old clips b*t*h I'm Baron Davis
Pu**y n***a you don't want war
I got old clips b*t*h I'm Baron Davis
Know a couple n***as that's down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time
Run up on a n***a with the llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty, I'm really with it
I'll drop his a** and then forget it
I'm the man 'round my side of town
Might see a b*t*h and forget I hit it

Gang, gang, gang sh*t man
You already know how I'm rocking man
This is G Herbo, shout out Nicki Minaj, you already know man
SB just gave me the .9 with the green beam
Just give me the green light
Letting n***as have it man
We pulling up anywhere wetting sh*t man
Got 50s in them TECs, 50s in them MACs man
30s in them Glocks, 17 shot Berettas, all that sh*t man
Sawed offs, pumps man what you want?
How you want it, where you want
When you want it man, let's get it
And I ride dolo from state to state
Even when I ain't 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens
Let's get it
Uh-huh, I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured they want some more, I'ma give you some more
Ask Webb if I wasn't taking them trips, with 'em n***a!
Chea!

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