[Intro] Yeah Uh, yo Ima take em to my city man Yeah, okay Ima take em to my city man I got that Chitown I got that Mainwood I got that, I, I [Hook] I hear they say that you dont wanna come from my city They say aint nothing popping but the guns in my city They wonder what good can really come from my city Chitown, west side, south side can you hear me? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Hey where you at? Hey where you at? Hey where you at? Hey where you at? Hey where you aaaaaaaaaaa Yeah yeah, whats up, okay [Verse 1 Canon] Throw it up cause Im coming from the windy city representing nothing but the west side Where them brothas tryna get a buck on the corner K town, L town, where them brothas stayin down, listen up This is where some of the best died African American with dreams But they all got popped by them Gs by the Cadillacs runnin from the bullet of an M16 Gotta show a little love for the brothas on my Cermack, the brothas on Ogden The brothas on Lawndale, the brothas on Karlov The brothas on Pulaski, them brothas on harlem Eating at McArthurs And If you want to get a couple chicken wings better hit up uncle Remus boy Got the season with lemon pepper covered with mild sauce Leaking cause it gotta a brother feeding uh I remember like way back, 14 fitted with the wave cap Air force ones with the blue jeans creased to T with the white T layed back Now Cadillac was our Maybach Either that or you can walk where the trains at The bus coming every 15 on the corner but some in the past got held back I remember that man with the ice cream rolling down the block with the cart I remember that corn in a cup and the fruit man selling in the middle of the day in the park I remember them hot days with that fire hazard, water all up in the street Listen to the tracks coming down in them Cadillacs, everybody singing them songs in the heat [Hook] I hear they say that you dont wanna come from my city They say aint nothing popping but the guns in my city They wonder what good can really come from my city Chitown, west side, south side can you hear me? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Hey where you at? Where you at? [Interlude] Whoa, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Canon, didnt you move to ATL, shawty? Huh? ATL Okay [Verse 2 Canon] Yeah, let me kick for the brothers up in ATL For everybody all up in the crib When we get it up, gotta chop it up, 1134 sells This the spot, cooking in the kitchen men and women tryna dig it in, fellow we family Got a lot of brothas that be kickin it with the crew But still I know a couple men around me cant stand me But its all good, I just wanna do a little something for the homies who done cover my back Im talking bout the homies that a hold me down, I say that before This deep on the rap now matter of fact This is for the brothas who been riding from beginning throw it up like woah Way back living in the windy city Back up at the house where I started out back in 04 Now if you dont know, now you gon know Im just getting started with the coming to the real Steady checking everybody for they own tracks but the album out, its cool so chill Brotha just chill I done made it all this way by the grace of the Father When Im giving everything I gotta give up everything Yall already know that I gotta pay homage though [Hook] I hear they say that you dont wanna come from my city They say aint nothin pop but the guns in my city They wonder what good can really come from my city Chitown, west side, south side can you hear me? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Hey where you at? Where you at?
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