Letras
These niggas stay fronting, talk a bunch of nothing
We out getting money all day
Tell a mothafucker what you want always
Cause we are Chitown’s finest
I’m a get it, what, what, you know I’m gon’ get it
We gon’ get it, what, what, you know I’m gon’ get it
I’m a get it, what, what, you know I’m gon’ get it
What, all day
I’m a get it, what, what, you know I’m gon’ get it
(Say what)
We gon’ get it, what, what, you know I’m gon’ get it
I’m a get it, what, what, you know I’m gon’ get it
What, all day
Now Dull’s what you lames is, colorful’s my language
Even in layman’s, speak in Hughes like Langston
Allen and Albert, Dead Presidents we out for
Menace To Society Black Male Alpha but
We don’t fraternize our pockets we capitalize
For upper case faces in the Fields like Macy's
(Whoa)
Dayton and Hudson, in the making like lunch is
Talk from the side of ya neck ya face I punch in
Like you made a mistake but like that take
For you to beat Race what would something like that take?
A miracle, God's blessing and a natural disaster
Handicapped steroids plus a tape of our practice
In the other words ninja it’s just not happening
What it was in the beginning it what comes after
From Alabama, Canada, Alaska, Africa
Trying to get my SAG up ASCAP, AFTRA
These niggas stay fronting, talk a bunch of nothing
We out getting money all day
Tell a mothafucker what you want always
Cause we are Chitown’s finest
I’m a get it, what, what, you know I’m gon’ get it
We gon’ get it, what, what, you know I’m gon’ get it
I’m a get it, what, what, you know I’m gon’ get it
What, all day
The new kid in the biz is beating em off the block
Corner left back like brother, little Ox
In the belly of the beast, it’s tripping under defeat
It’s coming close like Common, thoughts seeing defeat
My vision’s so electric looking out of myself