Chi-Raq

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Yeah

Yeah

Chi-Raq

Chi-Raq

Chi-Raq

Chi-Raq

Boy, I live

in Chi-Raq.

This is an emergency.

This is an emergency.

Homicides in Chicago, Illinois,

have surpassed the death toll

of American

Special Forces in Iraq.

Over 400 school-aged kids

have been shot this year.

On the weekend

of July 4th, 2015,

American Independence Day,

55 people were shot and wounded

and 10 were murdered,

including

a seven-year-old boy.

Where was their freedom?

Where was their right

to life, liberty,

and the pursuit of happiness?

These overwhelming

numbers of homicides

are committed by

young black males

against young black males.

Heaven help us all.

Put the guns down

- Guns

- No, no

- Guns

- No, no

- Guns

- No, no

- Guns

- No, no

- Hey

- No, no

- Hey

- No, no

- Whoa

- No, no

- Yay

- No, no

Chicago to LA

Houston, Miami

All the way

to Saint-Tropez

There's gotta be

a better way

But you got to,

you got to, you got to

You got to, you got to

put the guns down

Put the guns down

From Chicago to LA

Houston, Miami

All the way

to Saint-Tropez...

All right, peace out.

- Cairo!

- What's up, what's up?

What's up, man?

You good? You good?

We good, we good.

What up?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up.

Back the f*** up.

Back the f*** up.

Come on, man. Come on, son.

Why you want to do that?

Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq!

Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq!

Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq!

Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq!

In the year 411 BC...

that's before

baby Jesus, y'all...

the Greek Aristophanes

penned a play

satirizing his day.

And in the style of his time,

'Stophanes made that sh*t rhyme.

Transplanted today,

we retain his verse

to show our love

for the universe.

But warning!

You gonna see some pain!

But that's only natural,

'cause it involves the gangs.

So before I unfreeze these Gs,

like the stats

you heard before...

people, people, people,

we can't take too much more!

Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq!

Chi-Raq!

Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq!

Everybody make some noise!

Hey, all y'all.

Yeah!

Yeah!

- Yo, what's up?

- What up, my boy?

- T-Money!

- Yeah!

I love you, baby.

On my soul, this is my city.

Rest in peace, Cyclops.

- I'm sprung.

- Yup.

If I can't find him, I'ma find his

sister and his mother and his brother

If I can't f*** her, I'ma f*** her

sister and her mother and her cousin

My shooter loading up

the chopper shells

And he bustin',

and he bustin'

That's just how they do

in my city

What the f*** they gonna do

with my city?

In my hood with my Spartans,

all my niggas heartless

Head-shot a Trojan,

put that boy in a coffin

Gettin' money,

boy, we on it

We grinding

through the struggle

If I see them boys

in orange

Then it's about

to be some trouble

My hood on my back

I swear

all my niggas love me

If I need a job done

They gonna kill

a nigga for me

If they see me,

niggas run

But I heard

they lookin' for me

Y'all ain't really

in the field

Y'all some snitches,

y'all informants

Riding through the ops side

of town and I'm scorin'

If you kill my homie,

then I'm gonna kill yours

Smoking good weed,

popping pills with my boys

The Spartans run

the city, b*tch

And everybody know it

Everybody know,

everybody know

Pull this f***in' toolie out

and, yeah, boy, I'm scorin'

Yeah, boy,

I'm scorin'

Pull this f***in' toolie out

and everybody goin'

Cops trying to catch me

lacking up in my city

- My city

- My city

- My city

- My city

- Boom

- We pistol packing

Banging purple

up in my city

- My city

- My city

- My city

- My city

We act a fool with the tool

up in my city

- My city

- My city

- My city

- My city

- Boom

- We popping pills

Doing drills

up in my city

My city, Chi-Raq

- Where we at?

- My city

Chi be on that bullshit

like that Jimmy Butler guy

If I catch a Trojan nigga,

I'ma make his mama cry...

I told you!

I told you!

If I catch Cyclops,

I'ma shoot him in his other eye

In the party, off of molly,

all my Spartans rollin'

And I got that Magnum,

'cause I don't f*** with Trojans

The op say he gonna murder me,

ha, b*tch, I'm rollin'

The camera ain't shoot him yet,

why the f*** you posin'?

Oh, sh*t,

what the f*** you doing?

Man, get the f*** out of my way!

Don't shoot!

That's my man!

- Back the f*** up!

- Oh, sh*t!

Back the f*** up!

Back the f*** up!

Tonight was mad hectic, yo.

Sh*t, I respect it.

My little nigga T-Money

took that hit.

Better be glad it was just

a flesh wound and sh*t,

'cause when my gun go boom,

I make sure a Trojan end up

in the next room and sh*t.

Spartans ain't never lacking.

We attacking in this b*tch.

I swear to God,

I emptied out a whole extendo clip.

Ho-ass Trojans wanna trip over

some text message bullshit?

Three dudes all shot up

behind some text messages?

- No question.

- You know I was scared for you and me both.

Girl, you know

your nigga is invincible.

They want to kill me, them motherfuckers

better bring a IRAM missile.

F*** them niggas from Troy Town.

I've been waiting all night

to take your fine ass down.

You ready for daddy

to smash that cake?

Sh*t, I've got that long D.

I know your ass can't wait.

Freaky-deaky

all up in that butt.

Come on, girl,

let's bust this nut, mm!

It don't get no gooder.

Girl, you finer

than granulated sugar.

Guess I better press my luck.

You just like my credit,

bad as f***.

We could've got killed.

I gotta look at that tonight?

Out of sight.

I got another pistol that's

gonna make everything a'ight.

Just make sure it's loaded.

You know what I like.

You outside, no fun.

And he inside getting some.

You feel?

Spit your lick.

Come on, man.

Spartans, yo.

No.

No music?

No nothing?

Nothing but the beat

of the headboard bumping

when my third leg go thumping.

Slow down.

You gotta bring me the romance.

Then maybe, like Biggie,

I give your ass one more chance.

Okay, okay.

Well, like 'Pac say,

I can't wait to get you home,

- get you all alone.

- Mm-hmm.

Get you home in my bedroom.

Maybe we could bone

and get it on.

Got a lot of thug in me.

I wanna put it in you.

Hey, goofy,

why do I stay with you?

Because you know Chi-Raq

will make you stammer

when I crack your back

with this Spartan hammer.

Chi, bang it.

Damn, I wish

I never picked it up

'Cause now I can't put

it down nor give it up

At least five days a week,

I be liquored up

You only get one life to live,

and I'ma live it up

And I know that it's a drug,

but it's sold legal

And I can't keep it up

like old people

I done robbed,

I done banged...

Oh, Chi.

Oh, Chi!

You smell something?

Yeah. S-E-X.

What's that?

What's that?

What the f***?

Oh, sh*t!

F***.

Come on, motherf***er!

Get out of here!

Burn, baby.

Please, baby.

Disco inferno.

Go, go, go!

Go, go!

Trojans! Go!

- You dead, nigga!

- You missed me!

On my mama, you dead,

old-ass motherf***er!

Call the fire department!

Somebody call

the fire department!

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