BBU - This Is Chi-Town lyrics

[Hook] This is Chi-town This is D-Troit Home o' footwork Ghetto tech And B-voice This is down-south This is D.C Bad Brains mixed with a little DP This is H-Town This is west coast Scarface ghetto boys come up too short This is B-More This is NY Put that black stone on and get your hands high [Verse 1: Ja**on] Yeah it's Chi-town Yeah it's B-More But it's much more Man, it's black and it's poor It's brown and it's ugly It's Hugo and ever when the hits were all on me It's flamin' hot cheetos (Thank you, come again!) And cornered watered daughters It's gyro burgers (Man, I'm hungry) And boys turned fathers It doesn't stop to amaze where we stop being slaves It's bombs over Baghdad Instead of Tel-Aviv It's the k**ings in Sudan And the murderous police! (Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!) It's why we go dumb in the bay-booty shake in the ay And in the Chi-town while we juke all day Momma in the church tryin' to pray for better days So please don't hate There's no hipster with this hop It's still 1-8-7 on the undercover cop So please don't hate ‘Cause BBU won't stop It's still 1-8-7 on a motherf**ing cop Yo! [Hook] [Verse 2: Illekt] Yo, it's right here Now it's near and it's far Like Love in the Time of Cholera Ghetto rock superstar Rebel churches(?) in Somalia It's too many dead bodies to monitor (beeping monitor noise) It's the reason why I do it big And my big brother's still locked up, man Doin' a bid Pops wasn't around, just moms Holdin' it down Back at the crib It's the reason why I live And I give So much more Because the city is so damn raw And I come from the likes of what you never saw Crystal's hot, basically cookin' it raw But yet, I come so far And I know that look We got you shook ‘Cause my crew from the county of crooks So you know your tight mad a** took Look, my rhyme book's my bible All threat's are idle Like Melly Mel said it's called survival [Hook] [Verse 3: Epic] Yo stuck in this city where the good die young Born with that blood where the good die hung Take it back to the days of that MC, Run When n***as rap for fun Now they rap for funds (Ka-ching!) Before ‘preme got creamed they was hot in the streets If you don't think so, why they not in the streets? It's because you got leaked Don't mean you a beats And if you tryin' to eat To dudes tryin' to feast You know Hot for week-night now back on your day-job Same story every time, claim of a day-rob New York fitted, but you ain't no A-Rod Goin' to November say, it's simple, you laid off Got paid off Industry like they lookin' out (Thank you!) Coulda been a king but you chose to take a hooker out I didn't even go, though we rappin' ‘cause we love this sh** And our verses will be So f** the government [Hook]