DJ Drama - Chicago n***as lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] You know, they say the streets lost their edge a little bit Too much emo rap in the game Some of your favorites done fell off And most people leave out a keyword in street music It's called quality, let's show y'all how it's done [Verse 1: Moonie] (Yea, uh, uh) Tell me what you know about the middle of the map Gangstas in them all-black White Sox fitted-caps (DJ Drama: Stay with me) Posted on the block, thirty-shot clip hanging This ain't a rap trend, Chi-Town been banging (Dramatic, n***a) (You know what I mean? Mr. Thanksgiving) (Yeah) ... Shootouts every night, they complaining that they can't sleep It's a church and a liquor store all on the same street, Rain, sleet, snow, man, I'm a hustle c**aine All sales final; I'm a product of this dope game Shorties got no aim, bullets got no name Cluckers dancing in a line like they on Soul Train We don't care about blue lights; come take a picture Still tipping, that's the day of a Chicago n***a [Hook/Chorus: ?] Chicago n***a, this the city of the wind n***as on the corner tryna win Chicago n***a, stay hustling the snow n***as even hustle in the snow (yeah) You see them blue lights in the air, cameras everywhere We don't give a f**, we still tipping Chicago n***a, where they hustling the snow n***as even hustle in the snow. Chicago n***a [Verse 2: Count] These cops crooked in Chicago Daley took 'em out them Crown Vics and bought 'em Tahoes In traffic, I don't panic when I see them police lights I got them pigs in my pockets like Jody Weis Hustling that white snow, temperature is ice cold My workers serving with them cameras on the light-pole Gangster Disciples, Black Stones, BDs The biggest street gang is the C-P-D The sleeve on my Triple Goose smell like gunpowder Hawk blowing like a car horn stuck in rush hour Yeah, we swish cheese your driver's side door That's how it is, that's how we live in Chicago [Hook/Chorus] (x2)