JG Trigga - Chi-Raq (Remix) lyrics

Ah...yo Smoking weed in the wrong state. Police snatch you for a sh** sake Ain't something you need to play with, this sh** will get you body bleed Scared people and brick sh**, gun shots, 5-0 on chase Pull up in the Impala, boy, don't talk to me you ain't on my case I just see some snotty a** tryna tell us who not to mess with And the big girls with the thick a** got bread from pressing it See me coming up, where you at tho? I don't hear your name or your plaque tho Wanna f** around and get popped, okay by me, I don't have your back tho Told you plenty times to be careful, but you wanna go behind my back Taping down in every block, shiny treats are on their racks f** the system, it's all corrupted, loving to get people cuffin' On your day off, grab a b**h and stay cuffed, you McLovin' Don't touch me, I did nothing, you mad, b**h? I'll say somethin' On the other side, my ego-cry, I need to spread this sh**, opposing crimes You think you an MC, I'll grind you into ash and purp Is this the new world? All we think about Newports Running over the gun law, blood shot to the young spawns Brewing up a black storm, pistol up the back store Sneaky b**h pop a handstand, lick, s** n' pop wrapping band camp Body bags with the body bad, this sh** is hard for you to see I ain't from there but I learn not to mess with them, let them be p**y a** little homeboys always back out, call ‘em big Ds