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the vixen bitch - chicago lyrics

[verse 1]
b-tch, i’m from chicago
you might wind up in that river
b-tch, i’m from the south side
don’t talk to me about triggers
i done seen blood shed on christmas
i’ve been a victim, i’ve been a witness
i’ve been sn-tched off of that school bus
but i came back with a few cuttin’s
we got the tens, we played the dozens
we said we striped, we really wasn’t
we airbrushed that “r.i.p.”
my grandma back, that’s all i need
fake rappers, that’s all i see
but this real beef, that’s all i eat
she ain’t from here, she don’t compare
the game unfair, i get my share
don’t f-ck with cracker, don’t f-ck with blair
don’t touch my hair, don’t poke the bear, b-tch!

[chorus]
everywhere that i go
police wanna follow
the truth is hard to swallow
b-tch, i’m from chicago
everywhere that i go
bad b-tches follow
“get money” is the motto
b-tch, i’m from chicago
everywhere that i go
police wanna follow
the truth is hard to swallow
b-tch, i’m from chicago
everywhere that i go
bad b-tches follow
“get money” is the motto
b-tch, i’m from chicago

[verse 2]
i been protestin’ since the seventh grade
’cause financial aid ain’t never paid
they build prisons just to set us straight
but ain’t got the funds to come educate
[?] way back then
learned social studies from a black man
proud to tell me my history
was more than what this country done did to me
f-ck slave ships and -ss-ssinations
we invented sh-t, let’s get black to greatness
[?] sh-t be exasperatin’
and y’all shrug it off like i’m exaggeratin’
f-ck you expect from all this neglect
when the day you born, you treated as a threat
tough to live with the disrespect
like gettin’ first place and treated second best
they move the finish line and say we overstepped
and y’all still don’t get it yet
they poke at us, call it a test
b-tch, go have your cigarette

[bridge]
south side, motherf-cker
south side, what up?
b-tch, i ride for my brothers
catch a ride with us
south side, motherf-cker
south side, what up?
ride or die, motherf-cker
only god can judge

[verse 3]
south side trash, but we on the rooftop uptown
i coulda died growin’ up if i did not duck down
i can’t imagine coulda happened if i never came out
could be a father or be slaughtered, guess i took the safe route
i miss my cousins, yup, i love ’em and i hope that they proud
but growin’ up i wasn’t allowed to hang out at they house
can’t get upset, it’s no regret, ’cause look at how we turned out
d-mn, i did everything i said that i would do as a child
but it’s a bummer ’cause the summer takes the young and the wild
so rest in peace to boys like me that didn’t get to survive
house n-ggas be forgetful when you catch ’em outside
but i got way too much pride to turn my back on my tribe
your own people be the reapers keepin’ up in the night
they sell your -sses to the m-sses to pretend that they white
dark-sided b-tches always throwin’ shade and the like
need i remind these uncle tom-ers that i came here to fight?

[outro]
south side, motherf-cker
south side, what up?
b-tch, i ride for my brothers
catch a ride with us
south side, motherf-cker
south side, what up?
ride or die, motherf-cker
only god can judge

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