Fabolous - That Chicken (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Fabolous] You already know what I'm here for What you mean you don't got that? Nah boy, I need all mine Yo Dyme I had to man [Chorus: Fabolous] Lay a n***a down for that chicken Spray a couple rounds for that chicken (ooh) They don't play around for that chicken (oh no) Run and you get found for that chicken Utica Utica, St. John and Utica Just get the baggies until they call you the plug (For that chicken) Same ones in the condo, same ones on the stoop with ya Roll up the fronto, get higher than Jupiter [Verse 1: Fabolous] Twelve years a slave and then you blow up like you Lupita Now that you ballin’ you see that they all wanna hoop with ya Just me and my Warriors, all of my day ones are suited up My Klay one will shoot at ya, my Draymond is brutal bruh For that Iguodala, they make n***s holla Take chains off your neck, they will pop n***'s collar Just dig in your wallets or handle your problems Young n***s wildin' For that ticket, draw that blick in, door got kicked in All that flickin', all that trickin', you the victim, for that chicken [Dyme-A-Duzin] If you scared go to ma**, n*** Some masked n***s in the back and the pa**enger Strapped, they don't want jack but the cash from ya But they shoot with accuracy if you acting up Blasphemy, how we praying for a come up Tinted like shades in the summer Totin' AK's with a drummer Outraged when police slay our brothers Next week on the same street, spraying with another n*** Stress that's on my mind, stress my sober mind Though the hood is weak, we find good and speak in these textures of the times Trace sketches for the blind, sh** Webster don't define If these record execs don't check for a n***a For the check I'm loading mine, blow the nine [Chorus] Lay a n***a down for that chicken Spray a couple rounds for that chicken (ooh) They don't play around for that chicken (oh no) Run and you get found for that chicken Utica Utica, St. John and Utica Just get the baggies until they call you the plug (For that chicken) Same ones in the condo, same ones on the stoop with ya Roll up the fronto, get higher than Jupiter [Verse 2: Dyme-A-Duzin] I be with them drug dealers, most of them gang bang All of us real n***as, all in the same game They movin that product, my music that product Slang dope for that change mayne, like who is Obama? On Utica, Utica your boo is on Utica She hit my computer up, a few of them, few of us Her chickens came through with her, ran through now I'm through with her Tell me how come all the flows be on dumb and they just getting stupider Sheesh, switching lanes bih Vintage frames bih Rocking sh** you never seen like it's plain sh** Been the man since lil' Donovan, took the dollar van down to Plaza fam Got 'em staring like I never seen a Filipino goddess in the projects, damn I remember bullets poppin outside the apartment us duckin' and dodging them I don't remember last night, I was high off Klonopins and a lot 'Xans Chopping grams with my Yardie mans Popping mollies in the promised land Reddish tints behind my Cartier's Serving chickens out the carter, yeah [Chorus] Lay a n***a down for that chicken Spray a couple rounds for that chicken (ooh) They don't play around for that chicken (oh no) Run and you get found for that chicken Utica Utica, St. John and Utica Just get the baggies until they call you the plug (For that chicken) Same ones in the condo, same ones on the stoop with ya Roll up the fronto, get higher than Jupiter [Verse 3: Dyme-A-Duzin] I don't know why, I feel so fried My tears are dry, till I lose my high Feeling like I got nobody Wonder if I got the crew They don't really got nobody We don't really got nobody