Cap 1 - Chi Town's Finest lyrics

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Cap 1 - Chi Town's Finest lyrics

[Twista] n***a, I'm bout 4 seconds off yo ASS When I get that itch, you betta pa**, cause I'm ready to blast Breaking them motherf**ers off when pistol pumpin hollow points You ain't gonna LAST Cause I'm bout to f** you STRAIGHT UP sh** I be dippin up in the club, my milla-meter go buck Now you bogus as f**, sh** outta luck I'm a murder your spot in yo GUT And run up right beside of yo crib Jus talkin bout sh** you jus did, neva tellin the pigs About the weapons and the work you put in to find where I hide my sh*t Cause she was all on my DICK Wonderin where I be hustlin and bustin n***as on the Block Servin rocks, I was hot, but I to keep takin cause I had to get RICH Now I got a lil BIT OF SCRATCH, Navigator and a 'llac You be on a n***a back, said you tired of servin packs You want me to front you a few G SACKS So I broke you off a lil SOME SOME Give a n***a high off one bum, from the jump, make yo body slump Make the Tempo pump, cause you servin dem GUMPS From the Westside to the SOUTHSIDE Because we be ready to ride, because we bout pride, what was Cowhide Do what was hard, now high, we bout die Put him off the temp ready to hurt 'em Now they mouth wide, we murders that will bust all of y'all Togetha brotha, we ball or fall Cap.One, b**h, shinin' to ya like I'm bout to draw Windy City haters, f** all of y'all [Chorus 2X] [Twista] To the gangstas and hustlers, Chi thugs, throw it up While we smoke 5-bo lets get buck [Rashawnna] Why we rollin to the westside? n***a let's ride to the Southside and roll 'em up [Cap.One] And you know I can't forget bout My n***as and b**hes who had my back when I was out on the cut [Twista] Hit the clutch, we bout to whip up the club Trippin, we gonna pick up the punk [Rashawnna] How many n***as wanna bust the gunshots Touch the Glock, back on the block For my n***as that pop one shot Murderious n***as that put the barrel in yo mouth And bury it outside, cop keys on the drive Love, love all my b**hes and thugs That put a slug in any n***a that f**in wit my blood Hey, hate for any n***a for to stay And for the fake n***as f**in wit J I can't wait to KILL k** all n***a that will This sh** is real, when you up in the field, in my field TAKE, Take a n***a life to see, how many n***as wanna die for me Now motherf**er, wild WILD, is the home, holla Southside And its on, I'ma ride wit my chrome, I'm a silent the chrome Take the whole world on my own n***a, I'ma die on the throne Its the b**h that k**ed the sh** Now f**in wit this, I love you dicks Runnin up wit the dick, wanna lick A big b**h, wit big dreams, and big sh** f** wit a n***a that put the gleam on the wrist k**az, wild a** n***as, drug dealerz Motherf**ers that put lead all up in ya Send you to bed, the bloodshed with the red to yo head When you f** wit guerillas [Chorus] [Cap.One] sh**, I love when I get on the block not even goin thru a thang Spittin it for n***as and b**hes who holla my name You feelin more pressure and pain n***as is jealous and wanna step out of the game You tellin me life is the same I'm tellin you n***as, you sheisty for the price of the fame Or have n***as goin insane Spittin it for n***as and b**hes who want me to reign Enter the mind of a Don Cap-to-tha-Dot-to-tha-One n***a, who we pop wit the guns On the block, all day, tryin to get my money right n***as on the roof lookin out wit the ones Wit the ??? f**s, ice, I say get down on my nutts Bounce wit a pound in the trunk f**in wit some hoes, watch dem go up in the room Every n***a who I'm down gon bust Hit it from the Don, blow dro quick wit the Chrome Blaze till Six in the Morn Slide to the club Hoes wanna show a n***a love sh**, we can ride drinkin, Bone "Foe Tha Luv of Tha.." n***as and b**hes that push weight And flip gates flick to da lake Ballin C-A-P Dot, gun co*k Run in yo spot, lick shots and give a f** To da mallin (WHA) So I be reppin da wild n***as in front with the tech and the crowd Spit rhythms and get 'em buck wit many styles Get patience, what da f** n***a we out Den, you know I can't forget bout da crib n***as dat be wit me on da tip Let 'em know that it's on, T and Shawn', Cap One who da Don My n***as got it on in this b**h [Chorus] - repeat 2X