CHI-TOWN is my heart, the BURBS is my rib/
The only thing u eva stomped was roaches in ya crib/
And everybody know that niggaz from gallatin, mo is some hoes/
I carry bullets that spray on/
I been carryin big toys since u was in preschool playin with crayons/
U like a weed head, hustlin a half ounce tryin to stay on/
Worthless, like a penny with a hole in it/
U just taken up space so I'll take ya head and put a hole in it