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Story behind the song
Aiyyoo
Lyrics
Check yo, My M.O. is come for respect
Regarded one of the best - & never confronted for it
And nope, i won't put one in ya chest
But if my arm's fully extended, you got punched in the head
Ya'll know Chicago gets love to the death
Fuck Common and all them other fuckas that left
Comin round with that bitch type behavior
All Ya'll together better stick like the Vega
Fist fights can change ya - whole persona
Niggas need organs and you the first donor
Them niggas be workin, Dish dirt on ya
Cause paper'll is the 1st reason they'll turn on ya
So i'm like, its time for ya'll to smarten up
Get money, skip the strugglin artist stuff
Harden up, but dont think you are too tough
Cause you still fresh meat to a pack of starvin mutts
Gettin big headed - all for what?
Cause you handin it over as soon as the car pull up
Like C'mon Dawg whats up - Actin all soft
And dont even ask, cause Yeah nigga - thats what im on
Each Stanza comes off - smooth and crisp
I get high and serve niggas like a Stewardess
Who's the shit? Im the man now, hands down
Blunts pearled like they came out a clam's mouth
When i start rappin, i'm rappin it up
Dont call me wack to offend me, average's enough
Half of you chumps need ya attitude nudged
They say i'm nuts and bananas, man hold my banana and nuts