Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chi-Raq , by - Nicki Minaj. Release date: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chi-Raq |
| 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 |
| Fuck wrong wit' these ho niggas? |
| Don’t do coke, I don’t blow niggas |
| I don’t tell niggas, I show niggas |
| And it’s never less than like four niggas |
| (Four-four) Four wings and some french fries |
| Hot sauce and ketchup nigga |
| He telling and he hiding |
| But real niggas still catch a nigga |
| Cop Raris? |
| I don’t test drive 'em |
| Home theaters, can’t Best Buy 'em |
| These niggas 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 bitches that talk shit? |
| Now them the bitches I stunt for |
| Malcolm X daughter, came at me |
| Lookin' ass niggas ain’t happy |
| Rolled out with some Latin Kings |
| And some eses in 'em plain khakis |
| Smack bitches, no smack cam |
| Closed fists, no back hands |
| Pop pussy on a hand stand |
| They suckin' dick like it’s band camp |
| Call Webb and then call Nitti |
| Queens niggas in, it’s all hoodies |
| Kidnappin' and then rob niggas |
| Call D-Roc for a biggie |
| Pussy ass little rap niggas |
| I fucked with real trap niggas |
| Pop star, icon |
| But I send niggas, come snatch niggas |
| I’m with EBK, you on EBT |
| Got a black nine, call it BET |
| School niggas, get a GED |
| And I tease niggas, make em B-E-G |
| Got a money fetish, I’ma fly to Venice |
| Got a big house, I can play some tennis |
| Lil Herb, what’s good? |
| I’m a bad bitch and I fuck good |
| Know a couple niggas that’s down to ride for a homicide |
| When it’s drama time |
| Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin' |
| Leave his loved ones all traumatized |
| 1−50, I’m really with it |
| I’ll drop his ass and then forget it |
| I’m the man 'round my side of town |
| Might see a bitch and forget I hit it |
| I’m a young nigga, I be gettin' money |
| Take your bitch from you |
| And these niggas don’t get no respect |
| I’ma stay 100 'til I’m six under |
| Matter fact, I gotta keep it 150 |
| For every nigga that’s gon' come with me |
| I’m on Roc Block with a new semi |
| And a blue Bentley, it do 160 |
| Smoke a lot a of weed, like fuck kidneys |
| Put a dutch in me, got a 40 on me |
| I don’t trust any, and if any nigga ever try to end me |
| I’ma die shooting, prayin' God forgive me |
| You too busy hating, you can’t get no paper |
| Why are y’all so silly? |
| Straight killers |
| I can call so many, I don’t love no bitches |
| But my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki |
| I’m in Hollywood, came from Kingston Food |
| Shorties standing, in the streets with tools |
| Where I’m from we don’t play no games |
| Ain’t no April fools, you will make the news |
| Where I hang, we don’t say no names |
| If you talk to cops, I stay away from you |
| Keep your mouth shut in them investigations |
| You’ll be out the station, in a day or two |
| Dedication and a little patience |
| Lead to domination on my way to greatness |
| Don’t put yourself up in a situation |
| Puttin' my relations, in your conversations |
| Shoot a opposition, with no hesitation |
| You get my position, then you better take it |
| Know some young bulls from a while back |
| Tryna leave the game but they never made it |
| I got old shit, killin' your shit |
| On a couple tracks I just never played it |
| Pussy nigga you don’t want war |
| I got old clips bitch I’m Baron Davis |
| Pussy nigga you don’t want war |
| I got old clips bitch I’m Baron Davis |
| Know a couple niggas that’s down to ride for a homicide |
| When it’s drama time |
| Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin' |
| Leave his loved ones all traumatized |
| One-fifty, I’m really with it |
| I’ll drop his ass and then forget it |
| I’m the man 'round my side of town |
| Might see a bitch and forget I hit it |
| Gang, gang, gang shit man |
| You already know how I’m rocking man |
| This is G Herbo, shout out Nicki Minaj, you already know man |
| SB just gave me the .9 with the green beam |
| Just give me the green light |
| Letting niggas have it man |
| We pulling up anywhere wetting shit man |
| Got 50s in them TECs, 50s in them MACs man |
| 30s in them Glocks, 17 shot Berettas, all that shit man |
| Sawed offs, pumps man what you want? |
| How you want it, where you want |
| When you want it man, let’s get it |
| And I ride dolo from state to state |
| Even when I ain’t 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens |
| Let’s get it |
| Uh-huh, I always got a trick up my sleeve |
| I might give you a new trick every week |
| 'Til this album drop, I don’t know |
| I figured they want some more, I’ma give you some more |
| Ask Webb if I wasn’t taking them trips, with 'em nigga! |
| Chea! |