City Under Siege

(albüm: My Homies - 1998)

Can't understand my city's under siege
F-A-C-E-M-O-B screaming 'cause I mean it
'Til these motherfuckers bury me
37-40 pull that pistol packing
Gun slanging, banging Southside
Heat bringer, heat slanger

Head banger, jaw re-arranger, the bitch strangler
A total stranger in your face with this thing aimed at ya
You're facing danger, 16 with one up in the chamber
I'm 'bout to stain ya, with this motherfucking handgun

And fuck them laws
They got my brother already, they can suck my balls
Average nigga have no luck at all
But because I be in my 'Lac chilling
They stereotype me thinking I'm into crack selling

Man, I'm Windy City 2-20, anybody chin checker
3rd floor Lake Grove, 35th in leather gloves
With the snub nose, complex born and raised
And under siege every day

The definition, of a guerrilla
He is a killa, robbing for scrilla
Not your average every-day nigga
The laws at me, better off dead 'cause I ain't happy
(Kill or be killed) I'd rather go to war before they catch me

Arrest me, I told you before I wears vest's
A born legend by the way of .357
I'm an automatic with static, it's tragic Mr A-L K-A-P-O-N-E
The last man standing

Rolling, riding, slowly sliding
Creeping up in the corners where you hoes be hiding
Taking you over in ways you never even thought of
The city's under siege, nigga, don't get caught up

I'm a 4th Ave Lake Street riding ass nigga
Still a [?] superior executioner
The bomb M-I-D-W-E-S-T marauder
Killer with the Triple Goose gun compartment
(A city under siege)

Ghetto birds hover over South Side Chicago
Ellis Park killing fields, gang war rival
Bigger than the Sears Tower, I was a pain in the smoke
They found his body floating the lake shore

Eight holes filled up his body full of hot ones
Shot one, two, three, four, down like dominoes
Cop killing, Colombian necktie vic
Split, throat slit, it's over with

I said a hip-hop
Pour a cup of coffee and then I'll sip and stop
Because we're getting watched by some new group
New booty MC's walking around like you and me
But all they do is listen to shit only a fool'd believe

2-75, big fat and nasty, fuck being classy
I'm straight ghetto, chucking beer bottles out the window
Nigga, I been broke so I say fuck popping some Dom P
I'm drinking MD 20/20, my city's under siege