Wanted

It's Chi Town, don't get caught slippin' Gangbangers can't aim straight, they keep missin' Cops got chips on their shoulders, start dippin' First round draft pick, high school to prison Kids having kids, don't listen Baby daddy's run out on 'em, we don't miss 'em Crack, love, fiends and fiends be on mission Thats why I keep the ghetto nigga mind set That's why the ghetto got my back like the Heimlich My name Che, revolutionary Rhymefest And I ain't gots to cook coke in the kitchen Police everywhere like Grindin' brothers up on street sweeps You guilty by association Raise bail, don't give 'em no probation No parole, step on that nigga's soul Let em' know the Devil in control Hundred miles Gotta keep on running Can't stop to bleed I can feel them coming And I can see my past In shotgun blasts and shattered glass Band on the run The grind keeps on flippin' Throw stacks off these tracks I keep pimpin' Cold black serve these packs and keep pimpin' Gangsters and Bloods my heat trippin' Niggas viewing death as a lifestyle Let's put it on wax and sell it to that white child Even soft motherfuckers wanna fight now While your little sister in the club strippin' All a nigga wanna do is listen The big rims spinnin', they spinnin', nigga, they spinnin' Grandma say, "That boy should stop sinnin' He's so large he don't even like black women" Paparazzi shots could get old You wreckin' with (break) that shit's cold That white chick says you crooked She wouldn't fuck it, a nigga took it 23 years in the D They gonna throw away the keys, nigga Hundred miles Gotta keep on running Can't stop to bleed I can feel them coming And I can see my past In shotgun blasts and shattered glass Band on the run Yo, yo, yo Chicago's like a video game when your face blows They wanna send you off on extra hard hate mode Rob you for your jewelry and pesos, Juan Pedro You want my ring, nigga? Take a Halo Fried rice, egg rolls, God rolled me for nine whole weeks It's all I eat At 35 imma die all angry Producers thought that I was vegetarian the way I ate all they beats I knew my time was comin' I ain't gonna lie I might be scared of Jason But I ain't scared to die When you see me poppin' Scarface Know that my mind's playing tricks on me and I lost faith I feel like a greyhound in a dog race If we make it to the manor, my nig, we all straight If you see me runnin' out of that bank it's all great Meet me on 103rd, we all split cake If you see me runnin' out of that dope house That mean they probably sellin' to the kids And Nino Brown got smoked out I don't really like to run, so instead of lookin' at feet You're starring down the barrel of a gun Hop in the eleven, hit the pedal with my son Dances like the devil with the shovel when he comes It's why I never settle for a little wooden crumbs It's the streets that we run in the ghetto where I'm from, uh! Hundred miles Gotta keep on running Can't stop to bleed I can feel them coming And I can see my past In shotgun blasts and shattered glass Band on the run