Verse 1]
Put your left foot in front of your right foot and walk wit me
Through the city of chi where Vultures be
Have you heard that the city cried
Sociologists be tellin' me the city died
From all the murderin', gang bangin' and drug dealin'
Every 30 hours they find another body with some slugs in 'em
And ain't blood in it
This the Ill state ****** and ain't no love in it
Now we gon' start with the south side
Where GDs and BDs and Blackstones don't coincide
So let me be your tour gu
