Yeah Yeah Yeah Mean Mug Muzik It's that new Chicago gangsta That old shit is out That new shit Say hello to the future, bitches
(It's that What-the-fuck-you-lookin-at music)
[ VERSE 1 ] Welcome to Chicago where beef is realer Where in hairy situations we brush with death and comb the streets for scrilla It's a cold world when niggas drawin heat can kill us The illest of breeds willin to make you bleed to feel us A animal on his corporate grizzly Spit divine as Corpus Christi Flow in hellfire till your corpse is cripsy Threats became visual Clappin at the face of Red Kerr-ass niggas like Jordan's pre-game ritual Here's a sicker dosage, keep your triggers focused Keep the nigga closest, from the inside out like trichinosis It's Hood Deal Or No Deal, we face obstacles Tryina get paper, avoid the biggest cases possible Now I ain't even tryin, I just ran off and scribbled I'm Hail Mary in a stand-off or handoff the middle Since my hands often brittle Every strap I put a extra body on it like a ( ? ) it's man off the dribble Then after my conquest expect the extortion That's the best shit next to endorsements Wave Tecs for enforcements So fuck yo high tolerance for pain, you bitches better be born with extra endorphins I'm the son of the soil I rep the Chi From 11-9 to the crumbled buildings of Cabrini hard Acknowledge the demi god You a pussy, pubic bikini job Opposite end of the blade of Sweeny Todd
[ VERSE 2 ] Since my ejaculation fate was automatic profit and fortune Why the fuck ( ? ) catastrophic proportions Leave bodies severed and the sockets contortioned This is barrel in your mouth, pad his pocket extortion Name your favorite spitters I orchestrate assassination Unmask your Jason's 16-bar fascination I'm Fantastic Four with the flow Rock Fire shit Unseen by any Stretch of your imagination If you niggas ain't bitchin over statue placement Then it's southern oversaturation or Hova's maturation My saliva and venom from a cobra's ( ? ) Fuck your gratulations, I take scrilla over adulation This is sick cinema converted to canvas Workin a vaginal with 16 cervical cancers With no medicinal or surgical answers 50-40 foot vertical stances, leaps and bounds ahead of y'all Impervious bars, hit the ass on the curviest broads Well gangsta, you know the sturdiest odds Spit scurviest ( ? ), bitch, my only opponent worthy is God Even then I'll topsy-turvy them odds Get it gone or get it mashed in excessively I wear your fuckin skull as a fashion accessory Fag, eat a dick veiny, Dick Cheney Till it bust on you like a hunting accident - he's kinda sick, ain't he?
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(It's that What-the-fuck-you-lookin-at music)
[ VERSE 1 ] Welcome to Chicago where beef is realer Where in hairy situations we brush with death and comb the streets for scrilla It's a cold world when niggas drawin heat can kill us The illest of breeds willin to make you bleed to feel us A animal on his corporate grizzly Spit divine as Corpus Christi Flow in hellfire till your corpse is cripsy Threats became visual Clappin at the face of Red Kerr-ass niggas like Jordan's pre-game ritual Here's a sicker dosage, keep your triggers focused Keep the nigga closest, from the inside out like trichinosis It's Hood Deal Or No Deal, we face obstacles Tryina get paper, avoid the biggest cases possible Now I ain't even tryin, I just ran off and scribbled I'm Hail Mary in a stand-off or handoff the middle Since my hands often brittle Every strap I put a extra body on it like a ( ? ) it's man off the dribble Then after my conquest expect the extortion That's the best shit next to endorsements Wave Tecs for enforcements So fuck yo high tolerance for pain, you bitches better be born with extra endorphins I'm the son of the soil I rep the Chi From 11-9 to the crumbled buildings of Cabrini hard Acknowledge the demi god You a pussy, pubic bikini job Opposite end of the blade of Sweeny Todd
[ VERSE 2 ] Since my ejaculation fate was automatic profit and fortune Why the fuck ( ? ) catastrophic proportions Leave bodies severed and the sockets contortioned This is barrel in your mouth, pad his pocket extortion Name your favorite spitters I orchestrate assassination Unmask your Jason's 16-bar fascination I'm Fantastic Four with the flow Rock Fire shit Unseen by any Stretch of your imagination If you niggas ain't bitchin over statue placement Then it's southern oversaturation or Hova's maturation My saliva and venom from a cobra's ( ? ) Fuck your gratulations, I take scrilla over adulation This is sick cinema converted to canvas Workin a vaginal with 16 cervical cancers With no medicinal or surgical answers 50-40 foot vertical stances, leaps and bounds ahead of y'all Impervious bars, hit the ass on the curviest broads Well gangsta, you know the sturdiest odds Spit scurviest ( ? ), bitch, my only opponent worthy is God Even then I'll topsy-turvy them odds Get it gone or get it mashed in excessively I wear your fuckin skull as a fashion accessory Fag, eat a dick veiny, Dick Cheney Till it bust on you like a hunting accident - he's kinda sick, ain't he?
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