Nicki Minaj & G Herbo – Chi-Raq Lyrics

Chi-Raq

Nicki Minaj & G Herbo

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"Chi-Raq." - Nicki Minaj & G Herbo

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 03:53 am

Album: Beam Me Up Scotty (Remastered)

Track No: 04

Mmm, uh
Ain't yellin' cut, when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs, with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
Fuck wrong wit' these hoe ****?
Don't do coke, I don't blow ****
I don't tell ****, I show ****
And it's never less than like four ****
Four wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup, ****
He tellin' and he hidin', but real **** still catch a ****
Cop 'Raris? I don't test drive 'em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These **** that I roll with don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-Town, no gun laws
Broke bitches that talk shit?
Now them the bitches I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter, came at me
Lookin' ass **** ain't happy
Rolled out with some Latin Kings and some eses in 'em plain khakis
Smack bitches, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop pussy on a hand stand
They suckin' dick like it's band camp
Call Webb and then call Nitti
Queens **** in, it's all hoodies
Kidnappin' and then rob ****
Call D-Roc for a biggie
Pussy ass little rap ****
I fucked with real trap ****
Pop star, icon, but I send ****, come snatch ****
I'm with EBK, you on EBT
Got a black nine, call it BET
School ****, get a GED
And I tease ****, make em B-E-G
Got a money fetish, I'ma fly to Venice
Got a big house, I can play some tennis
Lil' Herb, what's good?
I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good
Know a couple **** that's down to ride for a homicide when it's drama time
Run up on a **** with the llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
1-50, I'm really with it, I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man 'round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
I'm a young ****, I be gettin' money
Take your bitch from you
And these **** don't get no respect
I'ma stay 100 till I'm six under
Matter fact, I gotta keep it 150
For every **** that's gon' come with me
I'm on Roc Block with a new semi
And a blue Bentley, it do 160
Smoke a lot a of weed, like fuck kidneys
Put a dutch in me, got a .40 on me
I don't trust any, and if any **** ever try to end me
I'ma die shootin', prayin' God forgive me
You too busy hatin', you can't get no paper
Why are y'all so silly? Straight killers
I can call so many, I don't love no bitches
But my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki
I'm in Hollywood, came from Kingston Food
Shorties standin', in the streets with tools
Where I'm from, we don't play no games
Ain't no April fools, you will make the news
Where I hang, we don't say no names
If you talk to cops, I stay away from you
Keep your mouth shut in them investigations
You'll be out the station, in a day or two
Dedication and a little patience
Lead to domination on my way to greatness
Don't put yourself up in a situation
Puttin' my relations, in your conversations
Shoot a opposition, with no hesitation
You get my position, then you better take it
Know some young bulls from a while back
Tryna leave the game, but they never made it
I got old shit, killin' your shit
On a couple tracks, I just never played it
Pussy ****, you don't want war
I got old clips, bitch, I'm Baron Davis
Pussy ****, you don't want war
I got old clips, bitch, I'm Baron Davis
Know a couple **** that's down to ride for a homicide when it's drama time
Run up on a **** with the llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
1-50, I'm really with it, I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man 'round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
Gang, gang, gang shit, man
You already know how I'm rockin', man
This is G Herbo, shout out Nicki Minaj, you already know, man
SB just gave me the .9 with the green beam
Just give me the green light
Lettin' **** have it, man
We pullin' up anywhere, wettin' shit, man
Got 50s in them TECs, 50s in them MACs, man
30s in them Glocks, 17 shot Berettas, all that shit, man
Sawed offs, pumps, all that shit, man, what you want?
How you want it? Where you want it?
When you want it? Man, let's get it
And I ride dolo from state to state
Even when I ain't 150, man, Chiraq all the way to Queens
Let's get it
Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
Till this album drop, I don't know
I figured they want some more, I'ma give you some more
Ask Webb if I wasn't takin' them trips with 'em, ****!
Chea!

Writer(s): Onika Maraj, Herbert Randall Wright III, Matthew Jehu Samuels, ANDERSON HERNANDEZ & Allen Ritter.

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