Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chi Town's Finest , by - Cap.OneRelease date: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chi Town's Finest , by - Cap.OneChi 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 |
| — repeat 2X |
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