When you speak I hear you bark. Run it run it run it run it.

Let my pesos do the talk. Run it run it run it run it.

We aint nice, we stay corrupt. Run it run it run it run it.

Chillin’ with the boys on the fuckin’ block. Run it run it.

Scopin’ you out.

What you about?

Me and the boys yeah we kick you from town.

No room for hate watch what you say. (we’ll put you down)

Confronting the culprit and god damn I love it.

It came at the price, I was fucked in the head.

Have no regrets, I wont stop till I’m dead.

The people are talking but where were you then?

I don’t know lay low.

Try to be me but can’t replicate the flow.

When I was alone and cold living in a world that I didn’t know raised by Chicago.

If you want to learn workshop. You could go against the grain but I’m never gonna stop.

I’m hot you’re not. I’m squad you’re popped. I can’t be stopped my style you jock.

Dedication is my notebook the fire is my pen.

Everyday’s a story to me so let me live.

Can’t hear the words you say ‘cause it’s us against the world every god damn day.

We don’t talk to police let ‘em go. Take it to the street.

Prepare for war. What is peace?

Fuck around I’m calling Pete.

We’ll let you talk then watch you bleed.

You got checked then tried to leave.

If you scared bring two friends and call it threes.

You on the spot heated seats. In the presence of a god. Bitch bow down and call me king.

You aint home showed up and kicked the door.

Put your hands up hit the floor.

Yo check it. Yo fuck with me.

Yo Chris tell ‘em what the fuck is up dog. Let ‘em know.

Aye yo pour me up a glass but I aint drinkin’ Jack.

This Jamo on the rocks it got me feeling where I’m at.

Two steppin’ is how the fuck we get down.

Life’s a hardcore show. Chicago beatdown.

Southside representing until the end of it.

Killing it.

Hating motherfuckers trying to ruin it but we gonna show them the deal and always keep it real.

If you don’t like it get the fuck out of here. Run it.