Chiraq (Extra-Clip) [Unextended Version]

Go rambo like it's shoot'n time
Army shit; it's recruiting time
The choppa got bout twenty clip'z &
It's killing shit; suicide
I'll kill one of these bitch nigga's
Or steal one of these bitch nigga's
Or kidnap his bitch;then
Slit her throat
And then bury her in the ditch nigga
I'm wanted for a homicide
And I'm down to ride
Cause it's drama time
Gotta yoppa from afghanistan &
I'm killing nigga's it's a genocide
My flow poison... I spit lethal
Real nigga; we not equal
Take a brick, then break it down;that White shit... that's a nice kilo
Fuck the defense & the back board
Sell yeah; i'ma crack lord
Fuck my bad! I mean drug lord;I
Got the double cup; I
Keep the syrup pouring
I flip chicks; dismiss chick's; then
Flip chicks
I'm talking acrobat em';Banana
Clip'z hit em' in the mouth
Now that boy got oral cancer
Rewind the tape;then see how he got
Lit up like a fire-cracker
The tool slipped, like a bad hip,then he Cracked his back, he need
A chiropractor.
I'm toatin' uh mack eleven;with
Two twin glocks
Straight upper cuts; two chin shot's
When I speak nigga;all I better hear is
A muthafuckin pen drop
I got the grey goose; no gin top
My swagga dope; no detox
I'm packing extra clip'z; on
Top of extra clip'z
Then reload the glock; no restock!
Ion mind tripping, cause
The time tripping
Gotta watch these nigga's like a
G-shock, cause pussy nigga's,uh turn Crooked nigga; ropes hanging
You from tree top's!
I don't mind tripping,cause the
Time tripping; gotta watch
These nigga's like a
G-shock, cause pussy nigga's, uh
Turn crooked nigga; ropes
Hanging you from tree top's!
Flaming shit; come get torched nigga
I'll pop you like a cork nigga... you
A witness with another witness; so
I gotta pop you up in court nigga
Now I gotta run to the judge
Let loose like the grudge
Then break away; hit a quick lick
I'm straight jacking the plug!
D.Wade packing bookoo heat &
LeBron james like to tan shit
I murder beats; kill instrumentals
On the beat by myself; you need
A band bitch
I gotta red light for you green lames
Radiation; gotta scan shit
I murder shit; kill instrumentals
On the beat by myself; you
Need a band bitch
In a plane nigga; with wayne nigga
On the way to mar's &
We blowing hella dope
Sniper from outta space
& I don't need A telescope

"Tone pick up the fucking
Phone... nigga they
Looking for you" fuck
Around & get murked. you
Fuck around with them fuck around's
You'll fuck around & get hurt nigga
Yee yee yee

You'll fuck around &
Get murked... you fuck around
With them fuck arounds
& you'll fuck around & get smoked Nigga



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Writer(s): Antonio Welch
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