: As the snow flies On a cold and gray chicago mornin A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries cause if theres one thing that
: As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing
Trina where you at? [laughing] Ayo Brat Picture this, Eve walking down the street with two gats by her side The one on her right Trina, the one on her
: My car goes Chicago Every weekend to pick up some cargo I think I know the bloody way by now, Frankie And turn the god damn radio down, thank you Pull
black five hun' I used to lowride, now it's just for fun I had 5 cars, but now I got one Hard to keep up ballin when you're on the run I got two ki's
On they're local mix-tapes There they go again, lyin' to consumers Get their hair cut in the little shop of rumors Your lil' sloppy with your cockyness ain't ya A little
stop get it get it the world gets so little when you're rich Strut switch it up a bit strip stiff upper lip hookin in the public fish It's your one to
: [isam bachiri] i don't know how, don't know where to start i got the call, i know it's time to part before i leave i took my little one to sleep and
most of y'all need mic/Mike skills like Chicago's rock Outta bound two down, three seconds on the clock (say what?) You need mic/Mike skills like Chicago
: (Chicago) "Everybody needs a little time away," I heard her say, "from each other." "Even lover's need a holiday far away from each other." Hold me
: On the day Chicago locked its doors for good Our headless chickens pushed and pecked along their Southbound route To cluck the atrocity, their beaks
, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology They could never manage, we do damage wit? no apology Pick ?em out the panic, a little manic ?cause
never coming out the winner Shit, I'm the only one kicking it, everyone else plotting and scheming But yet they never listen when I say I'm a little piece
me Just as long as you don't call me rude I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago
you call me Just as long as you dont call me rude I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago
like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we Tha whole CMR, CMR family [Lil' Wayne] Look, it's little rhymecholy Legendary like
your body I won't misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it Number one shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna