Kris Prince - Chicago vs. Compton lyrics

[Intro] It's Kris Prince Gone Til' Further Notice I'm I can't wait until the day that I'm Check..... [Freestyle] Now you can catch me on the southside I ride with Ricco he bending corners Spittin' bars at Harold's Chicken they taking orders On 47th in Skyboxx laughing up with my barber New thousand movement, Big Mel the hustler This sounds like in the rainforest Like monkeys crumpin in the savannah That type of Kush that you take & break it on 12 inch vinyls Like playing Ba** while im banging Congos in her vagina Like Lanipop when her booty poppin & I salute like We were born stars, like Frederick Douglas & Frank Sinatra Hate is for the weak & that lint thats sleeping up in yo pockets Gone Til Further Notice we raising standards & all for profit Truth in the booth got us starting fires from being honest Hangout with my crew get that type of p**y Colombiana Im talking models that hang with models that rock designer Im talking n***as that hang with k**ers, they call gorillas Who told me holla if there's a problem just know we got em Kratos to yo Zeus, while we dodge Medusa's & chunk our deuces. Woooo......thats it [Fin]