[Intro:] Rude boy sittin pancaked on 23's Clown Love to chicago juggalos we underground like Blaze my dead homie and yours we dead we dead, no wait a
out [Immortal Technique] Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and players get played Rich people get robbed and, broke niggaz paid New York, London, Chicago
my mother drove to [Mother:] "Come on, let's just go" Newark, New Jersey. I hadn't even seen my apartment. I remember I pulled up [Mother:] "Kanye, baby
Or Roger Clinton, i'm not riding off my brothers fame Cause all you sap suckers dont even know my brothers name Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago He rides
in the insanity Live? my vida loca was built like bob vila villa gone The architect that I arted wat I hearted jimmy carter from Chicago west?? side
and fame. And I walk these endless streets, won't you give me a lift. A lift. A lift. On your citizen ship. They were rioting in Chicago, movement in
they would ask the National Guard to be called out if it is held. King, now in Atlanta, Georgia, plans to return to Chicago Tuesday. In Chicago, Richard
would ask the National Guard to be called out if it is held. King, now in Atlanta, Georgia, plans to return to Chicago Tuesday. In Chicago Richard
to mississippi and I finally had a family moved to mississippi and I finally had a family my dad my sista and my newly borned brother the first time I ever called another women mother
of a fugitive's hat and you'll learn why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every face that ever left his shadow down on saint marks place hell i'd double cross my mother
your ribs Like Wait (wait a minute mother f*****) Wait wait wait wait (wait a minute mother f*****) Wait wait wait wait (wait a minute mother f*****) Wait wait wait wait (wait a minute mother
made like that Cross tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac Laid flat My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin Me and brother didn't like tha way my mother
t jerk one another, or try to blow each other's cover My mother's like his mother, his mother's like my mother No one on ones, I'm jumpin' in, fuck that
Booker T's at the front door, saying it's time to go Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight, 63rd to southshore We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo Ain't no
thang about tha get-toe you know it when you back home H town to A town to bay now Mississippi new orleans, dallas LA now Milwaukee chicago VA's down
Intro: Gotta watch out for them critters I get the party live Common Sense will get the party live huh (x4) Verse 1: I was born in Chicago raised