(INTRO) Now kick this one here for me and my city



[Verse 1]

Now I was rocking this party in the hundreds wilding

You know where them killaz get right and rock a party

From Friday to Saturday night

Fifth of remy I'm scum and still hold the mic

I tried to put it down, and say that I'm cool

But they give it back to me and say continue

Thats the thing about hundreds they never give up

On the drug and the music and all that hood stuff

That makes ya life worth hustling for

Projects is the crowd, the crowd that I draw

Never am I fake, and never ever shall I be

Aint a chicken alive that can deal with me

And if you think your the one, that can deal with this

well you a... bets prepare cause I spit that shit



[Chorus]

Kick this one for Southside

Kick this one for the Westside

Now kick this here for me and my city



[Verse 2]

Yo I was chilling in the 50, minding my own

When this braod walked up with a chrome microphone

She said "hey bitch look up, I heard about you

so here a microphone let's see what you can do"







So I took the microphone, and I threw it to the bar

Cause I need no assist when it comes to going hard

When I start to rap, she start to shake

She sort of confront me was truely a mistake

So she picked the mircophone up, and I took me a shot

And before I turned around that bitch was down the block, Now



[Chorus]

Kick this one for oakyell

Now kick this one for the low end

Now kick this one here for me and my city



[Verse 3]

Now when I'm on stage, everyone start choking

Is it what I'm saying, or is it what I'm smoking?

50-50 chane is what I'm blowin

And at the same time DTP got 'em open

If you can get hype, and sort of like loud

Yo Jay Cee kick this one for the crowd

I been to lots of parties, mostly off a pound

And one thing I notice my niggaz get down

So Hip-Hopper (Hip-Hoppers) from all around

Look what the fuck they found



[Chorus]

Kick this one for Chi-Town

Kick this one for the Wild Wild

Now kick this one here for me and my niggaz