Chi-raq Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Ain't yelling cut when it's shooting time 

Sign up, it's recruiting time 

Big wigs with a suit and tie 

And them big things got two inside 

Fuck wrong with these ho niggas? 

don't do coke, I don't blow niggas 

I don't tell niggas, I show niggas 

And it's never less than like 4 niggas 

4 wings and some french fries 

Hot sauce and ketchup nigga 

He telling and he hiding but real niggas will still catch a nigga 

I cop Raris, I don't test drive em 

Home theaters, can't best buy em 

These niggas that I roll with don't let a single thing get by em 

King pins and them drug lords 

Chi-town no gun laws 

Broke bitches that talk shit, now them the bitches I stunt for 

Malcolm X daughter came at me 

Looking ass niggas ain't happy 

Rolled out with some Latin Kings and some eses and them plain khakis 

Smack bitches, no smack cam 

Closed fists, no back hands 

Pop pussy on a hand stand, they sucking dick like it's band camp 

Call Web and then call Nitty 

Queens niggas in it's all hoodies 

Kidnapping and then rob niggas 

Call D-rock for a biggie 

Pussy ass lil rap niggas 

I fucked with real trap niggas 

Pop star, icon but I send niggas come snatch niggas 

I'm with EBK, you on EBT 

Got a black nine, call it BET 

School niggas get a GED 

And I tease niggas make em B.E.G 

Got a money fetish, imma fly to Venice 

Got a big house I can play some tennis 

Lil herb, what's good? 

I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good 

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Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide 

When it's drama time 

Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin 

Leave his loved ones all traumatized 

One-fifty I'm really wit' it 

I'll drop his ass and then forget it 

I'm the man round my side of town 

Might see a bitch and forget I hit it 

I'm a young nigga I be getting money 

Take your bitch from you 

And these niggas get no respect 

I'mma stay 100 till I'm 6 under 

Matter fact I gotta keep it 150 

For every nigga that's gon come with me 

I'm on rock block with a new semi and a blue Bentley and do 160 

Smoke a lot a of weed 

Like fuck gimmicks, put a dutch in me 

Got a 40 on me, I don't trust any 

And if any nigga ever try to end me 

I'mma die shooting praying God forgive me 

You too busy hating you can't get no paper, why are ya'll so silly? 

Straight killers I can call so many 

I don't love no bitches but my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki 

I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food 

Shorties standing in the streets with tools 

Where I'm from we don't play no games 

Ain't no April fools, you will make the news 

Where I hang we don't say no names 

If you talk to cop I stay away from you 

Keep your mouth shut in them investigations 

You'll be out the station in a day or two 

Dedication and a little patience 

Leave the domination on my way to greatness 

Don't put yourself up in a situation 

Putting my relations in your conversations 

Shoot a opposition with no hesitation 

You get my position nigga better take it 

Know some young bulls from a while back 

Tryna leave the game but they never made it 

I got old shit, killing your shit 

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On a couple tracks i just never played it 

Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis 

Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis 

Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide 

When it's drama time 

Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin 

Leave his loved ones all traumatized 

One-fifty I'm really wit' it 

I'll drop his ass and then forget it 

I'm the man round my side of town 

Might see a bitch and forget I hit it 

Gang, gang, gang shit man you already know I'm rocking man. This is G Herbo shout out Nicki Minaj you know man. SB just gave me the nine with the green, Beans just gave me the green light. Letting niggas have it man we pulling up anywhere wetting shit man. Got 50s in them Tecs, 50s in them Mecs man, 30s in them Glocks. 17 shot Berettas all that shit man. Sawed offs, pumps man what you want? How you want it, where you want, where you want it, lets get it. And I ride Dolo from state to state even when I ain't 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens, lets get it 

Uh-huh I always got a trick up my sleeve. I might give you a new trick every week till this album drop, I don't know. I figured they want some more, I'mma give you some more. Ask Web if I wasn't taking them trips, what up nigga?