Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chi Town's Finest, artist - Cap.One
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chi Town's Finest |
Nigga, I’m bout 4 seconds off yo ASS |
When I get that itch, you betta pass, cause I’m ready to blast |
Breaking them motherfuckers off when pistol pumpin hollow points |
You ain’t gonna LAST |
Cause I’m bout to fuck you STRAIGHT UP |
Shit I be dippin up in the club, my milla-meter go buck |
Now you bogus as fuck, shit outta luck |
I’m a murder your spot in yo GUT |
And run up right beside of yo crib |
Jus talkin bout shit you jus did, neva tellin the pigs |
About the weapons and the work you put in to find where I hide my SHIT |
Cause she was all on my DICK |
Wonderin where I be hustlin and bustin niggas on the Block |
Servin rocks, I was hot, but I to keep takin cause I had to get RICH |
Now I got a lil BIT OF SCRATCH, Navigator and a 'llac |
You be on a nigga back, said you tired of servin packs |
You want me to front you a few G SACKS |
So I broke you off a lil SOME SOME |
Give a nigga high off one bum, from the jump, make yo body slump |
Make the Tempo pump, cause you servin dem GUMPS |
From the Westside to the SOUTHSIDE |
Because we be ready to ride, because we bout pride, what was Cowhide |
Do what was hard, now high, we bout die |
Put him off the temp ready to hurt 'em |
Now they mouth wide, we murders that will bust all of y’all |
Togetha brotha, we ball or fall |
Cap.One, bitch, shinin' to ya like I’m bout to draw |
Windy City haters, fuck all of y’all |
To the gangstas and hustlers, Chi thugs, throw it up |
While we smoke 5-bo lets get buck |
Why we rollin to the westside? |
Nigga let’s ride to the Southside and roll 'em up |
And you know I can’t forget bout |
My niggas and bitches who had my back when I was out on the cut |
Hit the clutch, we bout to whip up the club |
Trippin, we gonna pick up the punk |
How many niggas wanna bust the gunshots |
Touch the Glock, back on the block |
For my niggas that pop one shot |
Murderious niggas that put the barrel in yo mouth |
And bury it outside, cop keys on the drive |
Love, love all my bitches and thugs |
That put a slug in any nigga that fuckin wit my blood |
Hey, hate for any nigga for to stay |
And for the fake niggas fuckin wit J |
I can’t wait to KILL |
Kill all nigga that will |
This shit is real, when you up in the field, in my field |
TAKE, Take a nigga life to see, how many niggas wanna die for me |
Now motherfucker, wild WILD, is the home, holla Southside |
And its on, I’ma ride wit my chrome, I’m a silent the chrome |
Take the whole world on my own |
Nigga, I’ma die on the throne |
Its the bitch that killed the shit |
Now fuckin wit this, I love you dicks |
Runnin up wit the dick, wanna lick |
A big bitch, wit big dreams, and big shit |
Fuck wit a nigga that put the gleam on the wrist |
Killaz, wild ass niggas, drug dealerz |
Motherfuckers that put lead all up in ya |
Send you to bed, the bloodshed with the red to yo head |
When you fuck wit guerillas |
Shit, I love when I get on the block not even goin thru a thang |
Spittin it for niggas and bitches who holla my name |
You feelin more pressure and pain |
Niggas is jealous and wanna step out of the game |
You tellin me life is the same |
I’m tellin you niggas, you sheisty for the price of the fame |
Or have niggas goin insane |
Spittin it for niggas and bitches who want me to reign |
Enter the mind of a Don |
Cap-to-tha-Dot-to-tha-One |
Nigga, who we pop wit the guns |
On the block, all day, tryin to get my money right |
Niggas on the roof lookin out wit the ones |
Wit the ??? |
fucks, ice, I say get down on my nutts |
Bounce wit a pound in the trunk |
Fuckin wit some hoes, watch dem go up in the room |
Every nigga who I’m down gon bust |
Hit it from the Don, blow dro quick wit the Chrome |
Blaze till Six in the Morn |
Slide to the club |
Hoes wanna show a nigga love |
Shit, we can ride drinkin, Bone «Foe Tha Luv of Tha.» |
Niggas and bitches that push weight |
And flip gates flick to da lake |
Ballin C-A-P Dot, gun cock |
Run in yo spot, lick shots and give a fuck |
To da mallin (WHA) |
So I be reppin da wild |
Niggas in front with the tech and the crowd |
Spit rhythms and get 'em buck wit many styles |
Get patience, what da fuck nigga we out |
Den, you know I can’t forget bout da crib |
Niggas dat be wit me on da tip |
Let 'em know that it’s on, T and Shawn', Cap One who da Don |
My niggas got it on in this bitch |
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