KB Mike – Chiraq Lyrics
Chiraq Lyrics by KB Mike
I’m From the city where everybody hating
Guns be blazing
His Mama crying her son on that pavement
She wished that he made it
Say he was a good kid
But she dont know all of the sh!t that he did
He was outside with killers
He was outside with them niqqas
Now he dead he a victim
Everybody miss him
Why yall wasnt with em
Why yall aint help him
yall knew the life he was living
Even though yall aint did it
Yall was his killers
Yall was the ones that had killed him
Why yall aint slide on them niqqas
Why yall aint ride on them niqqas
Why yall aint go out and get em
Im from the city where it aint no love
Dont take a pill they be sellin fake drugs
Backdoor open you dont know who to trust
Everybody cheating you dont know who to love
And the day that you die everybody gone say that they miss you
The day that you die everybody gone say they was with you
Rip kenneka like damn ion know where to start
Nah i didnt know her but she aint deserve that, that sh!t it be hurtin my heart
Im from the city everybody say on foe nem
On bro nem
We might say on god
Call it chiraq
Cause we like iraq
In this city we all going to war
Live yo life you can die anyday
Damn Somebody dyin everyday
Who the fvck we gone trust when the cops just keep killin our race
And lying and sh!t to our face
He was a killer they killed em caught 1 to the face
He was dissing the dead now he dead
Life work in mysterious ways
Im from the city where you gotta keep a gun
Dont sit in cars you can die up in one
Im from the city with switches
Im from the city with killers
Blickers
Catch him on live and get em
fvck going to school cant risk it
Even the shorties some killers
Even the shorties a kill ya
Im From the city where everybody hating
Guns be blazing
His Mama crying her son on that pavement
She wished that he made it
Say he was a good kid
But she dont know all of the sh!t that he did
He was outside with killers
He was outside with them niqqas
Now he dead he a victim
Everybody miss him
Why yall wasnt with em
Why yall aint help him
yall knew the life he was living
Even though yall aint did it
Yall was his killers
Yall was the ones that had killed him
Why yall aint slide on them niqqas
Why yall aint ride on them niqqas
Why yall aint go out and get em
Im from the city of demons
Where you can get clapped if you tweaking
Where we say you capping or tweaking
Same car come around we know its the opps get to squeezing
Reaching
Living for what if we die for no reason
We Living for what if we die for no reason
Im from the city where shellz fly kids die homicides mamas crying cause her son a victim
Im from the city where kellz died dre died stolen lives i lost my brother niqqa
Im From the city where everybody hating
Guns be blazing
His Mama crying her son on that pavement
She wished that he made it
Say he was a good kid
But she dont know all of the sh!t that he did
He was outside with killers
He was outside with them niqqas
Now he dead he a victim
Everybody miss him
Why yall wasnt with em
Why yall aint help him
yall knew the life he was living
Even though yall aint did it
Yall was his killers
Yall was the ones that had killed him
Why yall aint slide on them niqqas
Why yall aint ride on them niqqas
Why yall aint go out and get em