Murder Rate

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Murder Rate

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[Intro] 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 [Verse 1] 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 Bеars, the offence A1 but thе 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— let me talk to 'em, huh FN bullets walk through him, put the chalk to him, nigga, look [Interlude 1] Huh I just be really talkin' to these niggas though, huh [Verse 2] 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 retarded, 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 This shit every day, we cookin' shit on camera, I know Rachael Ray, huh I got a lot to say but I ain't sayin' much Don't play with us, from everyway we bust your homie angel dust [Interlude 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Outro] We really won this shit, man This shit over with, man I'm just really pickin' on you niggas Grrt, buck Gang shit, nigga, huh

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