Don't stop, it's the next shot, hand on the clock, now we're out of here.
I'm from Chicago, nobody's smiling, it's wildin' on Stony Island, where the chief and the president come from.
Pop out, pop pills, pop guns, on the deck when the ops come, pop some, ops run.
This ain't a game, ain't no options, sellin' on the block like an auction, dig into my pocket, see a profit.
Where the money and the business, where the gods is, godfathers in the lodges, at the spot holdin' money like a hostage.
She wearin' ostrich from the projects with pasta, I draw with the goddess like an artist, gettin' paper with no margins.
Money cards, I do it for Hadiyah and Trayvon.
I'm on, yo.
Don't stop, it's the next shot, hand on the clock, now we're out of here.
In the shot, ain't a damn thing funny, thinkin' of ways to get money.
Drive down Lake Shore, schemin' how to make more.
If we ain't eatin' together, what is this cake for?
Ain't nobody givin' it, that's what we take for.
Diggin' just broke, what I need a break for?
Glazes of ice, lasers and lights, let the chains glow heavy, we paid for them twice.
Made for the life, ball out like we out of bounds.
Bars and guns, diggin' got a lot of rounds.
Trippin' like you from out of town, the four pounder, leave you on the ground without a sound.
Ain't no father's round, sons of anarchy, fightin' the tips, trafficin' and grand lossy.
At the party with the thoughts, with the extra body, I'm in the inner city, it's the outer body.
Bass band.
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We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
I guess they just trying to prove they can back that * up.
Most of them can't even moonwalk.
My little cousin Bump J don't know what he did when he introduced that ghoul talk.
Is there a Scarface casting at the crib I don't know about?
So many shorties have tried out for the role.
That's why he slide out and ride out with the pole.
Now I see how my daddy felt.
The dark day he discovered that black power didn't keep the lights on right on.
The dilly depart is still rapping till you're looking for some yellow.
White, red, black, brown flesh to write on.
How long will they mourn me after I'm out of mind, out of sight, gone?
Crash, a head-on collision.
Affects both riders the most.
Good music in the building.
Yeah, we got ghost riders.
They just actual ghosts.