Dyme-A-Duzin - That Chicken lyrics

Lay a n***a down for that chicken Spray a couple rounds for that chicken They don’t play around for that f** around and you get found for that On Utica Utica, Utica Utica Them shooters a shoot at ya, them shooters a shoot at ya They move pharmaceuticals, come through and they’ll tutor ya No matter what you into, just always stay true to ya [Verse 1] Lifted, all of the time I’m so lifted My mama crying I’m too gifted Why are your lines so explicit ? You different But I live it, all of this crime in my vision Police just raided my sisters Nephew & Niece in the system Feeling like I got nobody Wonder if I got the crew But they don’t really got nobody So what we really got to loose? If you scared go to ma** n***a Some masked n***as in the back and the pa**enger Strapped, they don’t want jack but the cash from ya And they shoot with accuracy if you acting up. Blasphemy How we praying for a come up. Tinted like shades in the summer Toting Ak’s with a drummer Outraged when police slay our brothers Next week on the same street spraying one another n***a Stress that’s on my mind, Stress my sober mind Though the hood is weak we find good & 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 They don’t play around for that f** around and you get found for that On Utica Utica, Utica Utica Them shooters a shoot at ya, them shooters a shoot at ya They move pharmaceuticals, come through and they’ll tutor ya No matter what you into, just always stay true to ya [Verse 2] 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 ya 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 Im through with her Tell me how come all the flows be on dumb and they just getting stupider Sheesh, switching lanes b**h Vintage frames bihh Rocking sh** you never seen like it’s plain sh** Been the man since lil Donnovan 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 & dodging them I don’t remember last night I was high off klonopins and a lot xans Chopping grams with my yardy man Popping Molly in the promise land Reddish tints behind my cartier’s Serving chickens out the carter, yeah [Chorus} {Verse 3] 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