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Chi-Skraperz: Bringing raw talent from Chicago
Chi-Skraperz Entertainment consists of Manuskript and Leprecaun. Together, we are making music while having fun at the same time.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,474
Peak in subgenre #821
Author
I. Ukpong, G. Johnson, W. Weaver
Rights
Chi-Skraperz Entertainment
Uploaded
June 29, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
[Intro: Drastic]
Welcome to the city of shells and windy bullets
Where ya life can end quick, you better live it to the fullest
From the wild hundreds all the way to the low end
Carry heat when it's ten below and snowin'
[Drastic]
Where ya church would be located, right next to the crack spot
You could get shot...Because you got ya hat cocked
You ain't got a pot to piss in and ya kids comin' up missin'
Police bust in ya crib without permission
Boys in blue will shot you if they think ya cell phone a firearm
Four corners gotta hustle, better know which one to try it on
You come from outta town, bring the muscle...
Else you find ya self explainin' to the next man that you don't want trouble
The potholes go on the in street forever...
And every race under the sun but don't none live together
The school system ain't shit, the mayors a fuckin' dick
Niggas is gettin' shot and the property value drop
Where it's hard for a nigga to earn a decent salary...
Where the school or the patio can be the next tragedy
Sometimes I get disgusted, but most times I love it
As far as I concerned ain't no city above it
It's a pity y'all...But until the city fall
Be in the club bathroom gettin' head in shitty stalls
This is where a nigga can go for broke...
Just keep in mind that you don't choke on the gunsmoke
To some of y'all...It might sound kinda shitty
It's ya first time here, welcome to the windy city
It might sound kinda shitty...
It's ya first time here, welcome to the windy city
[Chorus: Manuskript] 2X
Welcome to Chicago where you can get ya jaw broke
And if ya rhymes is garbo, niggas be out to harm you
Better bring the skills cause the mottos "Keep It Real"
And if ya lyrics ain't ill, the wind does more than chill
[Manuskript]
I'm from a settlement where many men'll put you in a tourniquet
And disrespect'll have you spoke over by someones reverend
Where blocks are called platoons and communities considered regiments
And being neglegent can cause defecits of appendages
City where winter elements need some extra weatherstrip
And summer temperment is hydrants open in every area
Chicks in little outerwear and plenty of derriere
Home of the Blackhawks, Bulls, Cubs, Sox and Bears
Chi-Town! Home of the greatest lyrical patrons
Blocks arranged with liquor stores, church and currency exchanges
Currently changing, 'bandoned places where people get slayed in
Turn to collosal spaces that constantly remaining vacant
Think that you crazy?...You hit the pavement with speed thats amazing
Placed on the front page of the paper by one of your neighbors
To all of you haters that hate us and know that we're greater
Get ya ass whipped by Skraperz from the Lakefront to Ada
No patience for traitors...Catch four holes in ya torso
From a fo-fo with a scope thats spitting those hollows
These streets is hostile, and I ain't talking bout these potholes
I'm talkin bout double quatro turns chests to topping on tacos
You'll breathe thru a nozzle...Drink food like pizzas and nachos
Nurses feeding you bottles...And wiping ya bottom
This is our motto...City where today can end tomorrow
Welcome to the "City In A Garden" known as Chicago
[Chorus] 2X
[LikeWise]
I got a pocket full of lint balls, tryin' avoid the pitfalls
Gotta change my life before I settle and dissolve
Dissolve in the streets of my city...
Where my niggas mad thirsty, my ladies, they lookin' pretty
It's the city of the windy...You better bring ya bullets
Cause where I come from, they won't hesitate to pull it
From north side to south side to west side to east
By anyway possible, these niggas trynna feast
Retreat, back to the days when you're a little younger
It really made you wonder, but does it really matter
Open a book, grab a pen...To write another chapter
I couldn't concentrate with all the chatter and the laughter
Buses never on-time, hearin' sirens from one-time
Contemplate leavin' but I checked out the skylin
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