CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Chiraq Remix -
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 with 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 4 n***as
4 wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup n***a
He telling and he hiding
But real n***as a still catch a n***a
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
King pins and them drug lords
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
Lookin' ass n***as ain't happy
Rolled out with some Latin Kings
And some eses in them plain khakis
Smack b*t*hes, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop pu**y on a hand stand
They suckin' d**k like it's band camp
Call Web and then call Nitty
Queens n***as in it's all hoodies
Kidnappin' and then rob n***as
Call D-Roc for a biggie
pu**y ass lil rap n***as
I f**ked with real trap n***as
Pop star, 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
What's good?
I'm a bad b*t*h and I f**k good
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
f**k wrong with 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 4 n***as
4 wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup n***a
He telling and he hiding
But real n***as a still catch a n***a
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
King pins and them drug lords
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
Lookin' ass n***as ain't happy
Rolled out with some Latin Kings
And some eses in them plain khakis
Smack b*t*hes, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop pu**y on a hand stand
They suckin' d**k like it's band camp
Call Web and then call Nitty
Queens n***as in it's all hoodies
Kidnappin' and then rob n***as
Call D-Roc for a biggie
pu**y ass lil rap n***as
I f**ked with real trap n***as
Pop star, 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
What's good?
I'm a bad b*t*h and I f**k good
