Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chiraq, artist - DJ 45Date of issue: 21.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chiraq |
| I will not stop for you bitch niggas |
| How can I? |
| Why would I stop for you hoe ass niggas? |
| I got my Glock for defense, nigga |
| Don’t have me let off some shots at you hoe ass niggas |
| I do not rap just to diss, nigga |
| This is my life, so please get off my dick, nigga |
| Bitch, I been in this since '06, nigga |
| How can I stop now, that don’t make no sense, nigga? |
| OK |
| Now I got that off my chest, nigga |
| You can stop flexing, you know I’m the best, nigga |
| If I keep it, I don’t need no vest, nigga |
| That .44 Bulldog, I’ma vet, nigga |
| Be this way 'till they put me to rest, nigga |
| Either that, or 'till I’m under arrest, nigga |
| Put that gun to your mouth like it’s Crest, nigga |
| Show up to your address, that’s how I address niggas |
| If you catch me in traffic then blow, nigga |
| Don’t be just shooting unless you gon' score, nigga |
| You wanna be my opp? |
| Fuck is you slow, nigga? |
| You will get shot just like them other Foe niggas |
| I smoke 93, I don’t smoke Dro, nigga |
| Only sip purple and pink when I pour, nigga |
| I do not have these guns just for show, nigga |
| You will get dropped like you saw your P.O., nigga |
| Niggas sneak dissin', callin' me «hoe nigga» |
| See me in person, act like I’m your bro, nigga |
| What they don’t get is, I don’t need no nigga |
| See you in person, act like I don’t know niggas |
| I been doing this shit way before niggas |
| Out here like I get no where else to go, nigga |
| We got weed, we got crack, we got blow, nigga |
| Two for 15, everything for the low, nigga |
| When you lackin', don’t put on no show, nigga |
| This shit I’m rappin' 'bout I’ma just show niggas |
| They say «Everybody wanna be Chief,» but I’ma be the one that take you out your |
| Glo, nigga |
| Folks say, «Kill Chiraq!» |
| «What? |
| Hotter than Montana Of 300 killed Chiraq?» |
| Told Folks, «I'ma kill Chiraq, make Lil' Herb fuck around throw his shot back,» |
| fuck? |
| Boy, I’m from the real Chiraq, where we catch more bodies than the real Iraq |
| Know a real nigga that still shot back, caught one to his neck and he still got |
| whacked |
| Know a couple niggas that’s trained to go |
| That’ll bang the Foe 'till your brains’ll show |
| Run up on a nigga, let them bangers blow |
| Now his block named what he famous for (Teezy!) |
| North Pole, boy, I’m with that shit, and I got it for 'em, just admit that shit |
| I’m the man 'round my side of town |
| Any hoe I want, I can get that bitch |
| Niggas be wishing I stop, I say fuck 'em |
| Bitches be all in my business, can’t trust 'em |
| Same niggas I used to fuck with and who I grew up with, they hatin', |
| they know I’m next up |
| All of you niggas is suspect, take off, leavin' all of you lil' niggas upset |
| Talkin' bout all of you niggas, I’m screamin' «Fuck all of you niggas!» |
| But fuck that shit, let’s switch the subject |
| Coolin' where it’s never safe, if my shorties catch you with that bag then they |
| take that |
| Where the righteous and that yellow tape at, they movin' that white shit, |
| same color as Ajax |
| Send my bitch to find out where you stay at |
| We catch you and wet your ass up like some latex |
| You try Midnite, that’s where you gon' lay at |
| You must be a card 'cause lil' homie don’t play that, get it? |
| All of my niggas be with it, take you out your glory if you think you winnin' |
| I been puttin' in work ever since the beginning |
| They caught they first body, fuck they think they winning? |
| Boy, that Lil Foe Mobb shit, we invented |
| Talkin' 'bout intense, all that shit we done did it |
| We catch bodies as God as our witness |
| If you not from Uptown then stay out our business, get it? |
| But I ain’t gotta merch, I’m tired of niggas talkin' bout «Can they get a verse? |
| Shorty all on me, she fuckin' and suckin' and all she ask for in return is a |
| purse, and that’s fine with me |
| I do hits by myself cause ain’t no nigga gon' do that time with me |
| I keep that nine on me, I don’t need no extendo |
| Three shots tip you over like you playing limbo |
| Tints on my rental, my rental’s a limo |
| My bitch is a nympho, I’m smokin' on indo |
| I do the time cause I don’t give up info |
| If I get that memo, I bet’s a 10−4 |
| TFG, PBG, that is my kin folk, so free my bro Leek E. and R.I.P. |
| Heno |
| Don’t play them games, I am not a Nintendo |
| Stay away from them lames who I cannot depend on |
| Know a couple niggas that’s trained to go |
| That’ll bang the Foe 'till your brains’ll show |
| Run up on a nigga, let them bangers blow |
| Now his block named what he famous for (Lil Foe!) |
| North Pole, boy, I’m with that shit, and I got it for 'em, just admit that shit |
| I’m the man 'round my side of town |
| Any hoe I want, I can get that bitch |
| Period! |