Chi-city Lyrics

Chi-city lyrics

And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)



And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)



I rap with the passion of Christ, nigga, cross me

Took it out of space and niggaz thought they lost me

I'm back like a chiroprac' with b-boy survival rap

It ain't ninety-fo', yo, we can't go back



The game need a makeover

My man retired, I'ma takeover

Tell these halftime niggaz, "Break's over"

I'm raw, hustlas get your baking soda



Too many rape the culture

Leave rappers with careers and they faith over

It's a war goin' on, you can't fake bein' a soldier

In the basement, listening to tapes of Ultra-Magnetic

To the fact the messiah is black



I'll turn the TV down, we can take it higher than that

I wonder if these whack niggaz realize they whack

And they the reason that my people say they tired of rap



Inspired by black Muslims and Christians

Pushin' cutlasses, dope and other traditions

In the conditions of the city, the city

The city, the city, the city, the city, come on



And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)



And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)



A black figure in the middle of chaos and gunfire

So many raps about rims, surprised niggaz ain't become tires

On the street you turn cold and then go screech

I tell 'em, "Fuck 'em" like I do to police



The beast is runnin' rampant

I'm in between sheets tryin' to have sex that's tantric

For the ghetto, tryin' to make a get-up stand-up anthem

You spit hot garbage, son of Sanford

What you rappin' for, to get fame or get rich?



I slap a nigga like you, and tell him, "Rick James bitch"

With your Hollywood stories on porches

We polly hood stories about who became rich

And whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switch



You didn't know where to aim it, you still remain bitch

I'm forever puttin' words together

Some'll sever mothers from daughters and fathers from sons

The name Com' has never been involved wit' run



Unless its DMC, or runnin' these broads to bein' free

I'm harder than the times, you hardly scary

Hopin' God's inside you, God is Halle Barry

They ask me where hip-hop is goin', it's Chicagoan



Poetry's in motion like a picture now showin'

It's the city, the city y'all, the city

Uh, the city y'all, come on



And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)



And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)



And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)



And ya say Chi-City

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)



And ya say Chi-City

Common Sense, from the city of wind