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real chi-raq - young pappy lyrics

[produced by allen ritter, boi-1da & vinylz]

[intro]
applying that pressure on n-gg-s, n-gg-s want me to stop (yeah!)
i ain’t stopping for no n-gg-, f-ck?

[verse 1]
i will not stop for you b-tch n-gg-s
how can i? why would i stop for you hoe -ss n-gg-s?
i got my glock for defense, n-gg-
don’t have me let off some shots at you hoe -ss n-gg-s
i do not rap just to diss, n-gg-
this is my life, so please get off my d-ck, n-gg-
b-tch, i been in this since ’06, n-gg-
how can i stop now, that don’t make no sense, n-gg-? ok
now i got that off my chest, n-gg-
you can stop flexing, you know i’m the best, n-gg-
if i keep it, i don’t need no vest, n-gg-
that .44 bulldog, i’ma vet, n-gg-
be this way ’till they put me to rest, n-gg-
either that, or ’till i’m under arrest, n-gg-
put that gun to your mouth like it’s crest, n-gg-
show up to your address, that’s how i address n-gg-s
if you catch me in traffic then blow, n-gg-
don’t be just shooting unless you gon’ score, n-gg-
you wanna be my opp? f-ck is you slow, n-gg-?
you will get shot just like them other foe n-gg-s
i smoke 93, i don’t smoke dro, n-gg-
only sip purple and pink when i pour, n-gg-
i do not have these guns just for show, n-gg-
n-gg-s sneak dissin’, callin’ me “hoe n-gg-”
see me in person, act like i’m your bro, n-gg-
what they don’t get is, i don’t need no n-gg-
see you in person, act like i don’t know n-gg-s
i been doing this sh-t way before n-gg-s
out here like i get no where else to go, n-gg-
we got weed, we got crack, we got blow, n-gg-
two for 15, everything for the low, n-gg-
when you lackin’, don’t put on no show, n-gg-
this sh-t i’m rappin’ bout i’ma just show n-gg-s
everybody wanna be chief, but i’ma be the one that take you out your glo, n-gg-
folks say, “k!ll chiraq!”
“what? hotter than montana of 300 k!lled chiraq?”
told folks, “i’ma k!ll chiraq, make lil’ herb f-ck around throw his shot back,” f-ck?
boy, i’m from the real chiraq, where we catch more bodies than the real iraq
know a real n-gg- that still shot back, caught one to his neck and he still got whacked

[hook]
know a couple n-gg-s that’s trained to go
that’ll bang the foe ’till your brains’ll show
run up on a n-gg-, let them bangers blow
now his block named what he famous for (t–zy!)
north pole, boy i’m with that sh-t, and i got it for ’em, just admit that sh-t
i’m the man ’round my side of town
any hoe i want, i can get that b-tch

[verse 2]
n-gg-s be wishing i stop, i say f-ck ’em
b-tches be all in my business, can’t trust ’em
same n-gg-s i used to f-ck with and who i grew up with, they hatin’, they know i’m next up
all of you n-gg-s is suspect, take off, leavin’ all of you lil’ n-gg-s upset
talkin’ bout all of you n-gg-s, i’m screamin’ “f-ck all of you n-gg-s!”
but f-ck that sh-t, 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 sh-t, same color as ajax
send my b-tch to find out where you stay at
we catch you and wet your -ss 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 n-gg-s 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, f-ck they think they winning?
boy, that lil foe mobb sh-t, we invented
talkin’ bout intense, all that sh-t 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 n-gg-s talkin’ bout “can they get a verse?”
shorty all on me, she f-ckin’ 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 n-gg- 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 b-tch 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

[hook]
know a couple n-gg-s that’s trained to go
that’ll bang the foe ’till your brains’ll show
run up on a n-gg-, let them bangers blow
now his block named what he famous for (lil foe!)
north pole, boy i’m with that sh-t, and i got it for ’em, just admit that sh-t
i’m the man ’round my side of town
any hoe i want, i can get that b-tch
period!

- young pappy lyrics

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