Ill MC from CHI TOWN
A real MC from Chicago...
stayin in J ville at the moment
Story behind the song
romie runnin his mouth
Lyrics
Fuck ya crew and the clip you roll with/
Like business letters I'll leave u bitches folded/
Don't mouth off to the "clipz" I'm holdin!/
I neva run from a challenge, so why would I duck/
I'll pull a drive-by and this wiseguy'll get stuck/
So why try, when u'll die trin and wave bye-bye/
Tell GYS suck a dick, I don't care if u like what I say/
Cuz like an injured boxer, u can't fight me today/
I'll put the heat to u, and everyone who stands in the way/
Wanna risk ya life? Then go head gamble away/
I'll leave brains scrambled like eggs when I handle u gays/
Did it ever occur to u, u not as ill as u think u is?/
Guess ya brain's bout as big as ya penis is!!!/
Nice try, but you'll neva defeat the kid/
GYS a buncha cowardly bitches/
So I'm quick to devour all of u kids its/
No problem I'll be glad to leave u in ditches/
Kill Romie, leave the shit in his britches/
Like rubbin lamps to get a win you just wishin/
U have no title, so how the fuck can u defend ya position/
I'll end ya just listen, u n ya friends are no competition/
U an amateur, the tool will damage ya/
Leave u dead in a pool in Canada!!!/
So fuck wut u think man, it's not wutz real/
It takes more than brakin silverware to pop some steel/
When I explode, watch this imposter squeel/
As I eat this punk up for a hot meal, he's like a toy soldier, not real/
I'mma fall outta my seat when I see this man with hot skills/
I still be rollin thru the hood, n u fucked with Wrong Kind, that ain't good/
Once u die, the facts will be understood/
