Chi-city Lyrics - Be - Common

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

I rap with the passion of Christ, nigga, cross me 

Took it out of space and niggaz thought they lost me 

I'm back like a chiroprac' with b-boy survival rap 

It ain't ninety-fo', yo, we can't go back 

The game need a makeover 

My man retired, I'ma takeover 

Tell these halftime niggaz, "Break's over" 

I'm raw, hustlas get your baking soda 

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Too many rape the culture 

Leave rappers with careers and they faith over 

It's a war goin' on, you can't fake bein' a soldier 

In the basement, listening to tapes of Ultra-Magnetic 

To the fact the messiah is black 

I'll turn the TV down, we can take it higher than that 

I wonder if these whack niggaz realize they whack 

And they the reason that my people say they tired of rap 

Inspired by black Muslims and Christians 

Pushin' cutlasses, dope and other traditions 

In the conditions of the city, the city 

The city, the city, the city, the city, come on 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

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And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

A black figure in the middle of chaos and gunfire 

So many raps about rims, surprised niggaz ain't become tires 

On the street you turn cold and then go screech 

I tell 'em, "Fuck 'em" like I do to police 

The beast is runnin' rampant 

I'm in between sheets tryin' to have sex that's tantric 

For the ghetto, tryin' to make a get-up stand-up anthem 

You spit hot garbage, son of Sanford 

What you rappin' for, to get fame or get rich? 

I slap a nigga like you, and tell him, "Rick James bitch" 

With your Hollywood stories on porches 

We polly hood stories about who became rich 

And whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switch 

You didn't know where to aim it, you still remain bitch 

I'm forever puttin' words together 

Some'll sever mothers from daughters and fathers from sons 

The name Com' has never been involved wit' run 

Unless its DMC, or runnin' these broads to bein' free 

I'm harder than the times, you hardly scary 

Hopin' God's inside you, God is Halle Barry 

They ask me where hip-hop is goin', it's Chicagoan 

Poetry's in motion like a picture now showin' 

It's the city, the city y'all, the city 

Uh, the city y'all, come on 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

And ya say Chi-City 

(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) 

And ya say Chi-City 

Common Sense, from the city of wind