dreams, where'd they go? Tell me, where did my dreams go? Doin' business, dressed in gray Try to make it, payday to payday Doin' business, here to
Prijevod: Chicago. Doin 'Poslovni.
's members names, so a blank line Denotes a change in vocalist.... Yo nod What's up b-lo? Hey man, niggaz tryin' to stir up shit between amongst us And chicago
Brisco. And Youngin got the beat poppin like Crisco. And Weezy got this shit crackin like Nabisco. Brim low, all I can see is my flow. What's up Chicago
that I'm a grown man The mail I got stashed away, people will never know Mr. Flamboyant I came in here on business I, I, I came in here on business
satisfied till all y'all stressed out That's a fuckin shame, I ain't gon be satisfied til I see blood, nigga What you think we was doin before we was
doin' nuttin' for free Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee Niggaz all in the street, whylin' whippin' the V Clever from New York to Chicago
the caramels. [Announcer] And now, for all you Chicago's stay-up-laters. Night hours would only come alive at the dark. We dedicate this tune. Chicago
1934 East Aniheim all the windows are busted Out and it's like a free-for-all, and, ah The owner should meet and come down here and see if he Can secure his business
Lord infamous hella rough, we tryin to proceed in ya Just rockin robbin knockin naughty kids We layin cartridges, and droppin hostages, with no apologies We breakin laws my nig, this nigga big business
I know damn well you got my name on the list Cause I'm the one that called your daughter a bitch Just a black man doin good, you wanna do me Before you
doin nuttin for free Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee Niggaz all in the street, whylin whippin the V Clever from New York to Chicago
doin whatever to get the money Looking at the whole big wide world ??? mighty thugs ??? But you gotta keep it real if you wanna make it, do ??? And make a ??? kids Gotta handle your business
nope) It's cold at night, they mommas can't afford jackets She too busy tryin to support the crack habit The State took her kids, now they all doin bids
up [Word up!] No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them] I'll have to
Man Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzin hittin like Mack trucks, head splittin paper written in windy cities like Chicago
