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jg trigga - chi-raq (remix) lyrics

ah…yo
smoking weed in the wrong state. police sn-tch you for a sh-t sake
ain’t something you need to play with, this sh-t will get you body bleed
scared people and brick sh-t, 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 -ss tryna tell us who not to mess with
and the big girls with the thick -ss 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-ck 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-ck the system, it’s all corrupted, loving to get people cuffin’
on your day off, grab a b-tch and stay cuffed, you mclovin’
don’t touch me, i did nothing, you mad, b-tch? i’ll say somethin’
on the other side, my ego-cry, i need to spread this sh-t, 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 sp-wns
brewing up a black storm, pistol up the back store
sneaky b-tch pop a handstand, l!ck, suck n’ pop wrapping band camp
body bags with the body bad, this sh-t is hard for you to see
i ain’t from there but i learn not to mess with them, let them be
p-ssy -ss little homeboys always back out, call ‘em big ds

- jg trigga lyrics

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