Chiraq

You **** around get smoked

You **** around, you **** around, you **** around get smoked

*****, you **** around get smoked

Uh, *****s know the rules in my hood

If you touch me you get murked

We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first

G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the church

Momma stressin', sellin' dinner platers

Tryna get your casket and get ya hearse

Last ***** that slid on us got dropped on it, he told on us

Every ***** you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us

Naw *****, no 1 on 1's, we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em

V-S stones and Cuban links, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em

We ain't swingin' no flag, *****

We ain't need no pass, *****

Glock 40 with a 30 clip and a laser on it, play tag with us

Everybody wanna talk bricks

'Til them feds swoop in and grab *****s

Dream Chasers got into somethin'

We don't ever blink 'cause we trash *****s

I don't know if y'all heard 'bout what my homie do with that 30 out

Deen Buck still in the cut and the state fittin' to let Ernie out

I ain't even gotta say nothin'

'Bout that other homie that you heard about

'Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth

He come to your house and start swervin' out

Catch me N-Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank

Only time it's Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank

Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans goin' in the paint

Pullin' up, screamin', "Eh, Dimelo'?"

Catch you in Brooklyn, get pita-rolled, *****!

You **** around get smoked

You **** around, you **** around, you **** around get smoked

*****, you **** around get smoked

You **** around, you **** around, you **** around get smoked