P.Rico - Chiraq (Remix) lyrics

(Intro: P Rico) Let's get it let's get it.... squad squad... chiraq let's get it.... you know how I be rocking man aight (Verse 1: P Rico) It's rico like 2 chainz Like jojo like 2 times Rambo with 2 9's Run up on me n***a & you dying n***as talking that money sh** Whole time they be lying b**h we run chiraq & The opp n***as they be hiding Riding round in them foreign whips Ain't gotta job ain't switching shifts n***as talking that nonsense I'm up the pole & past them Shoot his a** like a basket Leave his a** up in that casket RIP to that n***a I'll never be a cab k**er Hanging out with them drug dealers Yeah they up in the Trap n***a Yeah they be them real n***as Them down n***as that will k** n***as Yeah b**h it's P-dot Got the red dots sending head shots We jojo gang we from chiraq Our money tall just like Shaq (Verse 2: Lil Mister) Yeah b**h this chiraq With body snatchers & kidnappers My n***as they running sh** Like factories keep big 9's Bounce a n***a like a trampoline I be slowed down off promethazine I be bussin hot Rolling off a bean Clean a n***a like listerine Clip hold a magazine That's a 100 shots make a soul lift I be going crazy with the rubber grip Catch a opp lacking then I hit the dip 40 shells left in his hip Now he need a bag when he go sh** I'm a real n***a I'll never switch Make bands fly no magic trick (Verse 3: Billionaire Black) Clout god I clap hard k** a n***a in his backyard Shells turn him to a trackstar n***as talking crazy let the mac spark I let the k spark I let the k bark k** a n***a in the graveyard Y'all n***as so p**y Y'all weren't raised hard Y'all n***as can't see me, ray charles I'm dressed in all black, white nine Got a mac on me I'll pull it Got a 30 shot I got a 50 shot I got a handgun shoot chop bullets Man down on the scene n***a try me till his a** gone catch these bullets Head shot that's a red dot Turn his dreads to a f**ing mullet b**h i'm in love with money I'm in love with thumbing I sit back pour a 4-red Call that sipping Blood Money n***as won't make it to this summer In chiraq n***as get wacked I got a big mac It go click clack You better get back Before you get wacked (Verse 4: $wagg Dinero) Roll a opp pack with the top back I'm a young n***a but I got that Roll a opp pack with the top back I'm a young n***a but I'm bout that Roll a opp pack with the top back I'm a young n***a but I got that I'm a young n***a but i got that I'm a young n***a but i got that Bricksquad sh** how you a'int know Might pull up let the Tank blow Keep squad with me we all blow Keep singles out in my bankroll If you need a lot come talk to me Seen more crates than a factory Don't ask to get a track from me Unless you talking racks with me Oh, so arrogant this jojo gang If you throw a L then i'm taking names I don't hang around no f**ing lames Team no lacking b**h i'm in the gang b**h i'm on the 9 with a couple 9's Bring them all out for the summertime b**h we on the 9 with a lot of 9's & the bullets hot like its summertime (Verse 5: King Yella) Chiraq I run that Try me get dumb clapped I'm King Yella don't ask that You dumb n***as like lab rats Got 50 shots in my coolant kit Skeezy gang all my n***as rich f** a opp n***a, f** a thot b**h Talk slick n***a get ya top hit In a drop top with a thick b**h With the 30 on her she talk mad sh** Shoot a n***a it's tragic Still wrap a n***a in plastic A the block we spraying shots Don't pay attention to tater tots Got cash money so the block is hot Since a juvenile had the block on top n***as switching they style up Team no lacking we a mile up Been balling on them got a lot of points Got a lot of a**ists you won't foul us k** a n***a like a plow truck & all my shooters got wild bucks Shout out nicki cuz her p**y sticky If I get a chance I might have to lick it 150 no rock block f** around & get ya block popped All i f** is them bad hoes & i see you n***as with them pop thots Got a lot of hitters on standby They'll pop up like a pop tart Got a lot of hitters on standby They'll pop up like a pop tart (Verse 6: King Samson) Chiraq that's my city I ride round with that buck fifty I ain't talking bout no hat though 50 shots in my mac though My k**ers kick in that back door Pull up slide them back doors 79th from D. Rose Choppa bullets look like egg rolls Not a (?) or two she (?) Never gave a b**h not a honcho Hundred rounds from Alejandro Maserati or Velanos We don't pay no car notes BDK cause I'm 74 And I ain't never seen no Herbo Get the guns the boat load I'm on Dayna Coast and this sh** going My chain boppin like chemo And I'm riding around in unbello Rich coupe and no spinshow And (?) she think that I'll wife her Free Crack I wouldn't have said that But that D come with them pa** outs So I'm a k**er got to keep macs out Never take a b**h to my stash house Couple shots then I mash out High as f**,she might pa** out He got a trap house, I got a gla** house And I don't think Nicki never been here My city I live here We don't give a f** so we war here Call of Duty or Warfare And most families on welfare Only hit or get tailed there Want a pound bring scale there Send an adress get mailed there Caught lackin' get nailed there Hit Winchester I'm out there On my chi and I'm King there And red tape will get left there And I'm gone (Outro: King Samson) This my sh**. Don't say Chiraq without saying my f**ing name You pussies owe me. Its King