it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props Forever hope 'cause it don't stop
me the story again about the time you went away You went to Chicago, no one knew where you were Why did you ever come back here after you had run away
a row And these towns all look the same. We just pass the time in the hotel rooms And wander 'round back stage 'Til those lights come up and we hear
cold hearted strangers I went hungry in New York and Chicago was no better But today, my dear mother wrote and told me in her letter Son, come back
her friends Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs but I love y'all broads, yea I love y'all broads To the
love you) Yo, yo, yo I love you like how birds love rose petals, Killarmy love full metal I love you like how the Park Hill cats love to pull metal The heat will
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
a stank up in the White House Shootin' board bullshit Man, it's dead props Here in Chicago But hit this hi-lo Warriors come play Click the bottles
the duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes
duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes
back, this is rap and a fact is a fact They say once you turn snitch, you never go back Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that What goes around comes
Louisiana way I'm goin' back as of this very day Don't worry about me, 'cause I'll be okay I'm goin' down Louisiana way I will miss all my old Chicago
' that I won't bomb Back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. think I won't blast 'em? shit: i'm Always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so
said a??come over herea?? I love her breasts and I love her thighs And I love her smile and her deep brown eyes Well the first days of spring Good luck will
You're fallin' off, and I will not follow a trend, Go call your boss, I put a hot hollow in him, I never lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind, Butter'
come to do shit Mia X representin', puttin' it down for the south Keep a shank in my sock and bullet in my mouth So don't doubt the angel like voice, come