"Murder Rate" lyrics

New at 5:30, the city's crime statistics for July paint a disturbing picture
Chicago saw a fifty-one percent increase in murders over the last year
WGN has Rob Sneed who is live on the Lake Front with the latest, Rob (Goddamn, Timate)
Yeah, a community activist I spoke with with told me that they're disturbed by that number
They say the violence is out of control

Sippin' Wocky, damn, I miss the Acty
Semis clap, we flip a nigga whip like Twisted Metal Black
These beams came attached, sticks'll get him back
Chicago Bears, the offence A1 but the defense stacked, nigga
And all you niggas rats, nigga
And most these niggas rats
How you comin'? Bitch, I'm bummin' six
We got six hundred blicks and sixty thousand dollars, that's for both my wrists
Rapper bitch, she tried to play me but I know she sick
Lil' ugly bitch, I'm cookin' like Hibachi how we come with sticks
Lyrical assassin, ride with hammers patient
Givin' out smoke, all these niggas cancer patients
I don't rap, I'm sayin', huh, we on they ass, that's daily, huh
Appearance flawless in the trap, that's the— that pay me, huh
Appearance flawless in the— lemme talk to 'em, huh
FN bullets walk through him, put the chalk to him, nigga, look

Huh
I just be really talkin' to these niggas though, huh

I don't be knowin' what these niggas thought
They all soft and that jewelry fake as hell, they need to take it off
I still send assault, I miss to get it off
And I'm buyin' all the green, bitch, I'm Ricky Ross
We won the game when we lost the toss
It hurt the heart when we lost Leonard
Niggas bitches, need a leotard
I lost my fuckin' mind, I go retar-ded, huh
These niggas got me started
Loafin' with them niggas, bitch, you might be a target, huh, look, nigga
And we ain't the ones they better play
Shit this every day, we cookin' shit on camera, I know Rachael Ray, huh
I gotta a lot to say but I ain't sayin' much
Don't play with us, from everyway we bust your homie angel dust

And again Holmes could not emphasize enough
If you see something, if you see crime happening in your neighborhood call police
Reporting live, Rob Sneed, WGN News
Alright, Rob
Every time I break down I just stop
You know, I just get to talkin' to niggas so they can really understand me, nigga, huh

In Miami on a yacht with six bitches
Check came in, I bought up all the switches
Young nigga movin' trees, I love Christmas
Parkway, live from Jackson, Mississippi in the motherfuckin' trenches
What you know 'bout it? Nigga, huh
What you know 'bout it? Nigga, huh
Look, MTV to VH1
Swear to God I had my way with any pretty bitch I want
Got these pussy niggas shakin' like a fuckin' strip joint
And that last nigga we smoked we broke the board, fuck a point
Bitch, we won at this point, nigga, huh

We really won this shit, man
This shit over with, man
I'm just really pickin' on you niggas
Grr, bop
Gang shit, nigga, huh