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letra de chi-raq (upt) - m.wade

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

[verse 1: m.wade]
don’t sell bricks but this verse weight
they can’t forget me, first date
safe to say that running thru rap like topics, first take
treat the burg like a debate desk
y’all n-ggas foul so it’s late tecs
hit your girl with no latex
and it’s kind of ironic how i got that p-ssy on lock
we practice no safe s-x
got enough bars to test lawyers
planned this sh-t like my next voyage
and it never matter where n-ggas go
cause they get misery like tom sawyer
painting pickets
danny ainge, i sell tickets
top so lonely i’m hearing crickets
f-ck that mean
snakes around me but i keep it a bean
ask these n-ggas who the f-ck you think they came for, n-gga me
i guarantee y’all ain’t up yet
i coach k!llers, will muschamp
and n-ggas praying that the shoe don’t fit
we’ll have ourselves some upsets
difference is i don’t f-ck with rats
always taught to get the cheese myself
never been bout that gunplay
but i will squeeze that sh-t myself
y’all sh-t weak, my sh-t hit the news
if she materialistic, give her these family jewels
holocaust rap, it ain’t safe for jews
never been religious but
i need an oral torah for what he brews
them latin kings, vámonos
n-ggas smoke scriptures, chronicles
i bring a chick in, take her soul and leave it for my general
uptown’s where i reside from
in the middle of sh-t like malcolm
got all these n-ggas like “how come”
n-ggas got shot like they down one

[hook m.wade]
know a couples n-ggas not qualified
drop 80 bars leave em all quiet
come around don’t apologize
you my enemy there’s no compromise
n-ggas missing when it’s drama time
money coming yea it’s comma time
got the game all traumatized
make a rap n-gga commit suicide

[verse 2: sherrod]
n-ggas hatin’ from the back drop
i f-ck a girl give her back shots
i spit it raw like a crack rock
i’m nino brown with that flat top
n-gga talkin’ that hype sh-t
til i shank his -ss wit an ice pick
goons show up where you rest at
better duck down when that tec clap
if a n-gga run while bustin’ rounds i’mma turn his -ss to a wetback
n-ggas smoke till y’all face numb
but my .40 sounds like a base drum
beat a n-ggas -ss like mayweather
chrome in your mouth you taste tester
black latter and that clip full
that sh-t bark like a pit bull
50 rounds when that drum stop
we bang heavy metal no punk rock
you talk sh-t that fun stops
make a n-gga disappear like young joc
loading up with that blue steel
b-tches love me i’m too real
if them things hit you you’re lucky
if you get to take five steps like dru hill
some n-ggas they don’t like me some say that i’m c-cky now
well if i did change that’s my prerogative bobby brown
we pull up on your block lurkin’ in that durango
infrared on that ar got more aim than django
n-ggas mad at how i’m spittin’ it
n-ggas mad at how i’m gettin’ it
n-ggas mad that when i see their b-tch its guaranteed that i’m hittin it
most n-ggas their sh-ts trash
soft n-ggas wit they b-tch -ss
swear to god i’ll let a clip blast
hit a n-gga with the k like his b-tch mad
most of these dudes don’t really trap
i spit this sh-t & i don’t really rap
real n-ggas we don’t sleep
we count money we don’t count sheep
coppin whips at the dealership
cuz we gettin’ money & we k!llin’ sh-t

[outro]
n-ggas stay throwing shots
n-gga we the hottest in the city, f-ck a region
ask if we ain’t take them trips n-gga
i paved the way for you n-gga

chea!

- m wade

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