Crystal

C.H.I.C.A.G.O
Its Wildstyle and Deacon Gore
Forget about them other clowns
We still gon kick this rodeo
C.H.I.C.A.G.O
Its Wildstyle and Deacon Gore
Forget about you other clowns
We still gon kick this rodeo

I got the energy
Tell all my enemies
These are not diamonds
We shining like Crystals
You running to copper
You pull up with poppers
Instead of a chopper
We pull up with missiles
Earned all these stripes boy
We too official
No negative vibes or
I'll blow a whistle
My conflict is crucial
We trying to assist you
Cause if go to war
We cutting up like we crystals

I say
We Toating them missile
We pull up and hit chu
We Hop out and pop it
Nobody gon miss you
We put you on T shirts
And making you famous
Y'all dying for fame
Maybe we can arrange it
I'm leaving this bitch baby
Just how I came in
Don't do this for fun
Imma need every payment
Once I get real hot
Bet cha I can sustain it
You moving too fast
Shorty you gon have wait minte
Yea I'm from Chicago
But I rep the Holy
Man fuck what you talking
Bitch you gon have show me
I'm Known to be quiet
But you do not know me
A rabbit bout paper
But killem slowly
Outta my mind
You can not control me
A product of Wayne
And granddaddy mold me
Got Day Day and Nay Nay
You wish you could hold me
I'm covered God
And what grand momma told me

I got the energy
Tell all my enemies
These are not diamonds
We shining like Crystals
You running to copper
You pull up with poppers
Instead of a chopper
We pull up with missiles
Earned all these stripes boy
We too official
No negative vibes or
I'll blow a whistle
My conflict is crucial
We trying to assist you
Cause if go to war
We cutting up like we crystals

You can say what want
We coming stomp
We can thump
Is that what you want?
Get put in the trunk
We rolling hitters
And I will get rid of him
Got my momentum
Knock em off
Kill him
We show em no feelings
Ain't no thang mane
He wanna gang bang
Up the fame
We can get on the same thang
Betta cool out
For i turn into a shoot
You clip with clip
If you flip at the lip
Imma rip
Dropping ya temperature
Hitcha wit the hollow tip
Then dip
You know how we coming
They ducking for nothing
They pushing my buttons
I'm finna snap off
When they be trying to blow vibe
Gotta show them how we ride
Pulling up and then we slide
Set it off and then he died
Don't what the fuck is on yo mind
Don't get it mistaken
And test my vibrations
Because of my ankh
And my crystals that shine

I got the energy
Tell all my enemies
These are not diamonds
We shining like Crystals
You running to copper
You pull up with poppers
Instead of a chopper
We pull up with missiles
Earned all these stripes boy
We too official
No negative vibes or
I'll blow a whistle
My conflict is crucial
We trying to assist you
Cause if go to war
We cutting up like we crystals

C.H.I.C.A.G.O
Its Wildstyle and Deacon Gore
Forget about them other clowns
We still gon kick this rodeo
C.H.I.C.A.G.O
Its Wildstyle and Deacon Gore
Forget about you other clowns
We still gon kick this rodeo



Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Leverston
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