Chiraq

You fuck around get smoked
 You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga
 You fuck around get smoked
 Uh, niggas 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 stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
 Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us
 Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us
 Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em
 V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em
 We ain't swinging no flag, nigga
 We ain't need no pass, nigga
 Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
 Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
 Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas
 I don't know if y'all heard about my homie doing that 30 out
 Deen Buck still in the cut and stay 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 the truth, run your mouth
 He come to your house and start swervin' out
 Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
 Only time this Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
 Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the paint
 Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss!
 You fuck around get smoked
 You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga
 You fuck around get smoked