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New at 5:30 The city's crime statistics for July paint a disturbing picture Chicago saw a fifty-one percent increase in murders over the last year WGN has Rob Sneed who is live on the Lake Front With the latest Rob (Goddamn, Timate) Yeah, a community activist I spoke with with told Me that they're disturbed by that number They say the violence is out of control Sippin' Wocky, damn, I miss the Acty Semis clap We flip a nigga whip like Twisted Metal Black These beams came attached Sticks'll get him back Chicago Bears The offence A1 but the defense stacked, nigga And all you niggas rats, nigga And most these niggas rats How you comin'? Bitch, I'm bummin' six We got six hundred blicks and sixty thousand Dollars, that's for both my wrists Rapper bitch She tried to play me but I know she sick Lil' ugly bitch, I'm cookin' like Hibachi How we come with sticks Lyrical assassin, ride with hammers patient Givin' out smoke, all these niggas cancer patients I don't rap I'm sayin', huh We on they ass That's daily, huh Appearance flawless in the trap, that's the That pay me, huh Appearance flawless in the Lemme talk to 'em, huh FN bullets walk through him Put the chalk to him, nigga, look Huh I just be really talkin' to these niggas though, huh I don't be knowin' what these niggas thought They all soft and that jewelry fake as hell They need to take it off I still send assault, I miss to get it off And I'm buyin' all the green, bitch, I'm Ricky Ross We won the game when we lost the toss It hurt the heart when we lost Leonard Niggas bitches, need a leotard I lost my fuckin' mind, I go retar-ded, huh These niggas got me started Loafin' with them niggas, bitch You might be a target, huh, look, nigga And we ain't the ones they better play Shit this every day, we cookin' shit on camera I know Rachael Ray, huh I gotta a lot to say but I ain't sayin' much Don't play with us From everyway we bust your homie angel dust And again Holmes could not emphasize enough If you see something If you see crime happening In your neighborhood call police Reporting live, Rob Sneed, WGN News Alright, Rob Every time I break down I just stop You know I just get to talkin' to niggas So they can really understand me, nigga, huh In Miami on a yacht with six bitches Check came in, I bought up all the switches Young nigga movin' trees, I love Christmas Parkway Live from Jackson Mississippi in the motherfuckin' trenches What you know 'bout it? Nigga, huh What you know 'bout it? Nigga, huh Look, MTV to VH1 Swear to God I had my way with any pretty bitch I want Got these pussy niggas shakin' like a fuckin' strip joint And that last nigga we smoked we broke the board Fuck a point Bitch, we won at this point, nigga, huh We really won this shit, man This shit over with, man I'm just really pickin' on you niggas Grr, bop Gang shit, nigga, huh
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